The Washington herald., 1914-04-26

and still lose track of the papers for which he
had fought so hard. And the diary with his life's
story. his mapped out scheme of revenge; the pic
ture Of the woman he loved which he had kept
many years No. she had always felt that
the man far from defeated even though the
belt had been thrown away long since and the
contents transferred to bag she carried next
her heart.
Times there were when she would have fed
from the place in q sudden fit of hysteria induced
by thinking of the urgency for the information
In her possession being in Manila. Cooler thought
always made her graPple with the impulse for
haste and place herself in the hands of this
superior power which had looked over her through
such startling happenings
II the international spy was at work-and at
work she knew he assuredly was. now he had
located her-why did he not strike? That was
the hardest part of her stay in the vilIage-the
constant strain of waiting for the inevitable.
The thought grew to be OhSeS>iOn. She
longrd for something to do. something to occupy
her mind that she might get the nervous terror
ont Of her waking moments. She tried to think
OF the place in which she lived, what il was who
these people were. whether there might not be
some chance of getting back to civilization. but
Hugo Loubeque too dominant figure in the
working out of her ambition to allow of anything
else coming in.
1t was the fourth day that her attention was
lrresistlbly drawn TO native whose facial traits
differed materially from that of any of the
she had seen about the village that she
studied him more closely. Everything and every
body drew her scrutiny now. In every nook and
corner she looked, Suspecting something. she had
no idea what, to happen that would be engineered
by Loubeque. She had read the mans diary so
constantly in her effort to study out the possible
limitations of the man that it had become an
ohsession with her.
The man was seated. cross legged, upon a
fallen log just little ways beyond the village.
His eyes narrow Sits that emitted sharp
slants of evil light when they fell upon her, a
light that frightened her and made her turn
hurriedly back toward her hut.
She had not made over twenty steps before an
unseen menace cast its shadow upon her heart
Though she could hear nothing, she knew un-
such pace he obviously doing so for pur-
pose. She knew to would make the man more
confident. BY effort she conquered the impulse,
trying to bring her pace to a slow walk. Then
she realized the futility of such method
Slowly, relentlessly, the pat pat of the na-
tive's feet came to her. She halted and whirled
upon him. The Sits of eyes met her own and
she read there the light of unconquerable pur-
pose. Her lips opened but words would come.
She had not especially feared the Chief of the
village and his followers, but this man was diff
ferent, different in every way.
Cautiously, stealthily he advanced upon her.
There a deathlike coldness about him that
reminded her of the she knew to be his mas
ter the man under whose orders he was doing
this thing. Her breath coming fast but she
knew she could do nothing unless the Providence
that had looked over her up to should in
ter, rnt She could feel the glitter of
his eScs could read the meaning in the terribls