The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-09-03
DOMESTIC HELPS AND
 AIDS TO HOUSEWIVES
back when she reached her door.


 Wetheren lifted his great fist and floor ed the old seaman. Every womanly impulse rose up within her at the out rageous, uncalled for attack. Forget full of her own precarious position, for getful of everything save the pain of the old man upon the deck, she start ed to his assistance. when the door of the Chinaman's statePoom slapped open, and the occupant strode across the deck toward WethereH and spoke with WethereN in low tones Of sup pressed passion.
 The captain eyed the man angriIy for a moment. then turned and slipped away, his very back dropping like that of whipped cur. Lucille turned to enter her cabin, but something caused the door to stick open scant inch or so She felt an inclination to scream for aid, but amazemeut at recognition of the man who stepped into the cabin behind her, softly closing the door, held her dumb. For, under the yellow col oring. the made up slaning eyes, the Mongo1ian mask he had SO cunuinglV assumed, fear loaning clarity to her vision, she recognized Hugo I,oubeque, and fnstinctively both hands cIasped at the little bag about her neck which held the precious papers. The spy smiled at the impulsive gesture.
 You have guessed the reason for this intrusion, Miss Love,p he murmurad graveiy. s"The papers, if you please"
 The terror widened eyes of the girl narrowed slowly as her gaze traveled from the 1ndomitabIe face to the out stretched hand. Her lips parted in a smile as she moved toward the door and held it open for him to leave
 Miss Lucille," he continued, his tones sharper, you must appreciate my forbearance toward you so far. It cannot continue forever Undoubtedly you know my power. Does 1t not star tie you to find me in position of au- thority upon this yacht2 It Is always so. Everywhere ind my assistauts. Forty years of my life have been spent in ordering events so that such obsta- cIes as you have encountered would be at my command. The papers. if you please.''
 She quailed before the lightning that darted from his somber eyes. Common sense, tha instinct for self preserVation, everything urged her to obey. Ret when her hands sought her bosom the feel of the precious little bag renewed her courage, gave her strength to meet his eyes with a courage greater even than his own assurance.
 Her eyes held to his with an effect of frightened fascination. It was the change in his tone, the difference tn his wording of the demand that told Hugo Loubeque's patience had been finally frayed to the breaking point, that craft and diplomacy would be things or the past did she not relinquish the papers to him now. Yet duty, xwe-twin shadows, wraithIiEe yet of iron strength-held her back from obedi- ence.
 'nThink, Miss Love, think Of our po- pitions. Match my strength. brute strength. against your own; measure the strength of ahy one of the thou sands who implicitly obey me, Those waters tell no tales, give up no ghastly secrets. Think of that, Miss Love, beg of you, then give me the little bag you wear about your neck"
 His voice was full of pleading, yet his eyes held a death message which made her shudder.
 You seek to save the ones dear to you, child. You think me wicked, cru eI, relentless, and I am all Of these things Forty years ago might have done as you do now, but all the i'm pulses of that time are dead, killed by your father; alF the love ever had, , the only love.A has been dead for forty years, killed by your father; all the am bition of that time of youth. the happh ness of hope the pride of fatherland5 ia dead, has been dead for forty years killed by your father, General Sumptel Love. And yol--you think that would stop at violence to prevent your thwarb ing me: you think would tEasae thosl forty years of hate for the faint spln1l of a girls body on the waters oC thsl great waste9'
 The while his tones grew ioWers &he8 carried q vibrant thrill chat struck ai her very heart. His face wes hinty as with passionate pleading, she lifted hel eyes to his. 1nstincsively she rsee1st as a shadow fell between them. Lon beque fr0wned as Captain WethereI joined them, his eyes flashing a Ques doning glance at the pallid face of Ehi girl Then the spy bowed gtavely ana stepped on the deck. followed c1osell by the captain of the yacht.
 Whispers of the men growing iouds came to her until she could dlstinguisl the angry voice of Wetherell, Mftel now in surly rebellion. Lucille. shranl back against the wall visualzing fro1 the mans tones and the expression oI his face. A greater horror than tb waves came leaping to her mind. Hua Loubeque was her protection frol this brute. She knew it was true
 And then Captain Wetherell steppe inside her cabin, without tie formalit of knocking, closing the door cautiou ly behind him, his every moyemel furtive, his face wearing a sheepishl leering expression f-rzl7ot n Ny0r1 32s
 Immediately the question passed hs lips she realized slie had made mi take. that her tones showed fright
 Don't be alarmed he said softl '1 have settled with MT. Loubequ You need have no further fear of hin my dear"
 Fear! Lucille felt great yearnin for the spy, a need of his protec&o