The daily sentinel., 1914-07-08

of the master of the place, that. standing beside
her iron barred window, she saw the figure OF q
man topping rise in the distance and drawing
swiftly nearer. There something strangely
familiar about him, something she seemed 70 re
call About fifteen yards away he held short
conversation with n sentry who sprang out be
fore him. The man nodded, satisfied, and moved
away. In slashed bolero, tight trousers and gold
braided sombrero of straw, his long black hair
waving gracefully to his shoulders, the man
made an impressive figure as he fastened steady,
undertaking eyes upon her window until she
positive he was looking at her for purpose
Suddenly, his right hand shot up and remained
there In obvious signal After moment he
spurred his horse TO the court yard and stamped
inside. Low voices hummed in conversation. then
the man appeared before her, Offering his arm.
'senor Loubeque sent me that might es-
cort you about the grounds, might place myself
at your disposal" he murmured.
lucille drew away from him at mention of
his master, but something in the meaning eyes
behind the mask reassured her and she moved
out into the patio. Here they passed Thompson,
whose eyes darteds message of suspicion at
them, whose body seemed intent upon following.
She felt the biceps of her escort fexing even
after they out OF sight
He thinks all is not right" said the man
quietly. Well" he added with a low sigh, "he
is right in his suspicion. l could not hope to
fool that man. Only little less wise is he than
Hugo himself"
mot rightr' Exclamation and question it
was She drew away, clasping her hands delight
edly. Then you have come TO help me-
81 have come" he answered quietly, "be-
cause could not help coming. I have come be
cause since first looked upon you-you will for
give me-there in the city home of Hugo when
l looked upon your face / have seen other.
have come because I could not stay away. have
come against the will of the man to whom 1
owe everything, the L love. because you
called me, because
She touched his arm lightly with her fingers
in mute appeal. Her woman's instinct told her
that such love this might be turned to ac-
count, and, though she hated herself for the
self-divination, she knew the woman in her
would urge along anything to save her sweet
heart The blood of the leopard is that of the
purring house-cat.
Slowly they wandered through the beautiful
gardens, speaking of what they saw, yet never
touching upon the subject nearest both their
hearts. Suddenly the man seemed unable to
stand the strain longer and she touched his arm
cry of near-pain-
Come with me to the crystal ball." he
cried, and see the vision that has haunted my
eyes so long time. Come with me to this
crystal and see the face that has made for
get my vows, forget the one / love and fear, for
get everything the desire for life that /
may lay down to bring n smile to it. Come with
me TO the crystal and the face that, close
my eyes tightly as l may, win always stand in
mat narrow slit between the lid and retina:
the lace that has made cry through the
night, cry TO the moon and to the stars to every
thlng IN Nature for aid in gaining it; the
race that peeps at me frsm the heart of the rose
ana makes the rose blush for its tawdriness.
Come with me, lady of my heart"
Before the tempestuousness of his voice,
Lucille followed his lead Gone from her was
every thought of immediate escape She saw
that the man could not be handled easily, that
she could not escape from him any more than
she could from the other minions of the spy
wlthout the use of craft. And vet she felt a
curious sympathy for him, pain that she must
harm him.