Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-05-02
LUCILLE LOVE, The Girl Of Musteru
Soul Thrilling Story of Love- Devotion Danger and 9ntique

unmistakable She waited quietly while the trio
approached her, feeling that in some way the
problem that had been harassing her was to be
answered without further worry on her part.
She smiled at the chiefs efforts to make her
understand what he desired of her, smiled and
shook her head as the withered old woman made
an equally unsuccessful attempt But the little
girl took the situation in hand
Ihere Is bond of understanding between
patient and nurse, between the ill and the strong
who have watched the approach of death to.
gether even though it's attack be directed at only
one OF them which thereafter gives them a uni
versal language. Without much difficulty Lucille
made out from the child that the old woman
came from chief greater than her father who
lived in village not far distant; that the won
der OF her curative ability had reached his earu
and he earnestly prayed the white woman be
loaned ms own wife for nurse, that she might
De cured OF an illness which seemed certain to
be fatal. "
Lucille saw from the gum expression on the
old chiefs face that even though it might bring
him into trouble with his neighbor chief he was
more than loath to part with her. She also saw
that the child, with the remembrance of her own
illness fresh upon her, had allowed her heart to
90 OUT TO the wife in such sympathy that she
mad persuaded her father to permit the loaning
Her heart gave great throb of delight at
TINS unexpected answer to her prayer. She had
known there would be trouble getting away lust
as she had determined that she must Leave
Ihere was no possible chance of regaininp civil
izaton from here. There might be no chance in
another place but there was hope and, while it
was meagre sustenance, anything was better
than the strain of knowing impossibilitv Anv
thing appealed to her so long as it embraced =
change, for change spelt renewed hope Then,
too, Hugo Loubeque would be temporarily at
least thrown off the trail.
In an hour she had mounted the chiefs own
horse, her very soul rejoicing at the familiar
feel OF an easy canter. Beside her rode the old
woman, mumbing continually to herself as
though she were keeping track of the devious
turns in the wilderness of vegetation through
which their way led
Now and then there would be long stretches
where Lucille could let her animal out and she
took advantage of them all, laughing exultantly
at the tingle of the breeze against her cheek.
Every stride was step further away from the
place where she had thought herself a prisoner;
every stride was stride nearer hope; and hope
meant civilization and civilization meant delivery
OF the papers to those who would see that thew
cleared the name of her sweetheart.
Her sweetheart! Her sweetheart
The soft pad of the horses hoofs seemed So
TURN into refrain of never varying sweetness
refrain that embraced the two words Hugo
Loubeque was doubtless back in the iungles.
planning, plotting his next move while his
quarry was riding far, far away from him.
She could not feel the menace of his
presence now. The easy motion of the beast
lulled every other sense to sleep save one of
dreamy contentment Her predcament, alone
upon this savage land did not occur to her Re-
fore she had been terrified to think of it but
now she accepted it as an inevitable thing using
all her mental energy figuring on escape on that
winch lay in the future and casting the past be-
hind her.
Once she was conscious of a vague feeling OF
mistrust as she looked back at the squat figure
of the old woman ambling a1ong stoidly as
some heather idol, only her rat-like eyes omit
ting flashes of fire from between the LAYERS of
wrinkled, brown, dropping lids. She cast it away
from her as merely natural feeling, coming so
closely as this sense of freedom did upon the de-
pressing environment she was leaving behind.
Faster, faster she urged her horse as she
n frai hafNr hor
She was going away-away-was getting clear
OF the village where she might have been held
forever. She still carried the precious papers
about her neck despite every effort the interna-
tional spy had made to steal them She had
foiled him, had taken them from him and had
managed to hold them against all odds. And
now she was clear of all this.
She was clear of all danger from him. Far
behind her, his crafty, INSCRIPTIONS brain was
mapping out fresh plans of action against a VIC
tim who was not where he could locate her. And
the pad OF the horses hoofs beat out gentle
rhythm that blended into her joyous mood so
wonderfully she could scarcely contain herself
Faster, faster she urged the horse, her hand
continually reaching up and feeling the precious
burden about her neck, while her laughter rang
out against the Jungle that hedged the trail in
with an eerie, alien freshness that seemed to
make it more silky than ever. Then she looked
back for her escort, looked back, still laughing,
when the ground seemed to grow soft, to slip up
from under her mounts hoofs and send her
hurtling down wn-down-she knew not
where nor why-down into blaclness at which
her hands clutched vainly, clutching nothing from
the dark-down into blackness that seemed
sitting her, until it reached up and mercifully
compassed her consciousness
CHAPTER XVI.
Loa6eque Ouerlooks One Deta1
HUGO LOUBEQUE curtly dismissed the with
cred crone who handed him the sack con-
tanning the documents Lucille had worn about
her neck. In his eyes glowed light of triumph.
First they had lighted with strange relief.
But now they seemed fastened upon a memory,
filled with vague regret, he visualized the girl,
lying helpless at the bottom of the pit he had
caused his native to dig the trail she
must pass in answering the fictitious messages
he had arranged for the old woman to carry.
Suddenly he sprang to his feet, once more
the man of action Pity this girl, daughter of
the woman he loved, he might, but she was not
the sort to lie supine while he made away with
the papers for which she had gone through so
much already. Suddenly he tore open the bag,
dumping the contents out before him and run
ming through them nervousy. When he looked
up, the light of disappointment. almost fear was
upon his face.
The amulet, the sacred amulet which had
served her so well, would continue to serve her
SO well as long she continued in this land,
was still in her possession, He had failed to tell
the crone to steal that also. And the old woman
had reported that she merely stunned. The
sacred amulet which would make her revered by