The daily sentinel., 1914-05-20

the righteousness of expecting to
u3 reach safety from the mighty
SW impressed her. Only the neutral
fight inherent in human flesh in
duced her to continue the effort to float.
Mountains of sifted along her path,
bearing her gently to their crests and passing
her through the trough OF sea to the next wave
in line From watching the myriad stars blazing
in the heavens she became interested in trities,
never thinking of the precious papers she had
rescued at so great effort from the International
spy forgetting even the ones at Manila ON whose
behalf She had taken such risks to get them
back. Came long interval of restfulness where
everything grew dim and indistnct and the water
in which she was being tossed about seemed like
fostering mother upon which, in perfect con-
fdence, she could rest her weary head and sleep.
The lap-lap of the waves itself into
lullaby and slowly her eyes closed and, dream
ing, she slept
flesh brought her from slumber abruptly she
Strengthened bolt upright, staring about her in
creduousy. Before her stretched the giant
ocean, peaceful for playful white caps
that rushed ferociously at her from far down
long sand bar then themselves out by the
time they touched the soles of her feet. Every
nerve and sinew of her body ached terribly
cramping her she could barely look about the
long expanse of beach that seemed to stretch
interminaby in every direction Behind her she
finally managed to clear her eyes enough TO
+ nclso out a luxurious vegetation. obviously
tropical The sun, copper cauldron glared upon
her. almost burning her flesh with the ferocity
with which he applied his heat in an effort TO
loosen the joints sthened by 80 long cold and
exposure.
SAFETY meant little to her Her brain
in such a state that the providentinl escape
seemed natural. That she was alone upon an
island in the Pacific seemed simple enough;
Nothing mattered. Again she closed her eyes and
gave herself over to sumber which lasted until
nightfall.
Securely hidden by the thick vegetation, she
settled down, taking firm grip on herself and
trying to reassemble the things that had hap
pened to her In such fashion that she might
know what best to be done And always
primarily did her thoughts revert to the papers
concealed in the bosom OF her dress the papers
and the who sought them.
Even here she shuddered at recollecting the
features of the man. SO expressive OF ms ehar-
acter The premontion to her that moth
ing could thwart him. that his cold resolve was
so great as even to force the elements to battle
with him.. And yet-what was 1t all about why
should this man desire TO ruin the ones she
held dear?
The papers-Undoubtedly there some
thing in them which would afford the clue. She
stared at the oiled belt thoughtfully, hghtug
down the instinct which repealed her touching
the secrets of another There was something In
the very with which the oiled belt had peen
wrapped about its contents that told her now
imperative II was she should have no scruples IN
fighting one SO versed In warfare as Hugo Lou
beqle. -,
father which the butler had stolen from the safe
was still unbroken. She placed the packet to one
side knowing that II the spy nl, oa no. hot afSing u6 ~
In them which would assist her The diary she
;uvsstioated next reading there until the shafts
of moonlight which penetrated the thick foliage
wal ldered away. leaving but pale, silver shadow:
But Lucille paid attention to the lack OF
light was not thinking of her predicament
Thonyhtfully she sat there, the diary In her lap,
the picture of her mother in her hands She
knev the life OF Hugo Loubcque now, knew the
dominating hatred of his life the love Of his life,
the Gigantic efforts OF the man, involving ma
tions and humanity. the thousand tentacles OF
the man, stretching to every quarter OF the globe.
But a, she looked at the faded picture the
spy had cherished through all the years tears OF
pity filmed her eyes, pity for the man who could
ALLOW love to associate itself inseparably with
hatred.
The unselhsh love for wrongly accused
man was the motive that impelleo her every
move had led her to take such great risks. would
lead her to take any that might be even greater.
Hate misshapen offspring of wrongly founded
lied now that Destiny itself was fighting In her
behalf; that, giant intellect though he was, hugo
Loubeque had than herself to contend with
because of the unnatural baseness of his motives
But it was a fight. would be fight to the
bitter end. She must find out where she was,
what nature of place this might be, what chance
for rescue there was. She must get back to
Manila. for the papers were no better than rags
here She must start Immediately.
long shndox suddenly reached out before
her very different shadow from the grotesque
ones thrown by the stately palms, the gnarled
md twisted Jumbo trees. First she could not
make out what it was though premonition OF
disaster chilled her. NIotonless she stood ana
stared at it. From another direction came the
cracking report of broken twig. In every di-
rection as though the sound had been signal
yhadows filtered. The sounds were louder now,