The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-09-12
DOMESTIC HELPS ARD
 AIDS TO HOUSEWIVES

the diary with its tale of gigantic power and unscrIpuIousness in the ac- complishment of one purpose. the de struction of her father. What chance did the honest, simple minded captain have, what chance did the officers of a mere municipality have when they opposed themselves to one who over threw nations and their rulers by the lifting of his hand?
 Her steps were laggard as she march ed down the plank. almost fmme- diately she felt a pressing forward in the fore ranks of the crowd, a pressing forward that tended in her direction. She lookad about her and found 8 mans face staring into hers from ev- cry direction. There was no enmity on those faces. They were not brutal, not even evil. But there was a fixed purposefulness about them, grim re- gard of her that told her insttnctively they were the minions of Hugo Lou: beque. Yet not hand was laid upon her, not voice lifted She tried to force her way forward, but steady resistance met her. Then just as a heavily yelled woman pressed toward her, with eyes that glittered a menace matching poorly the affectionate pose of her form, Lucille lifted her voice only to have heP appeal snothered by the fierce embrace of the woman, who continually referred to Lucille as 'her poor sister,"
 She did not know how it was work ed. but the crowd of men opened read fly for the escort and herself-not only opened, but assisted them along their way. The door of a great limousine stood open before her. Swiftly she was hustled into the car, and before her companion had closed the door the car shot forward, gaining speed with every rod.
 The futiIity Of further resistance made her sink back against the cush- ions, sick with apprehension of what was to come, a dull apathy gradually closing about her and soothing her tired eyes. After all, she had known that Hugo Loubeque would be able to do as he said
 The car leaped like a living thing through the streets of the city and tben doubled upon its tracks So that she might have no chance to place cer- tain sites and gain some idea thereby what her ultimate destination was Lucille studied her captor from under cover of her heavy lashes. She could see but little Of the face for the heavy mourning veil swathing it. She only made out that she appeared apathetie. disinterested, now her portion of the work assigned to her had been carried through. It seemed charaeteristfc attitude of all who worked for the man. They were but cogs in q vast machine. responsive to the masters touch.
 Only at the end of their drive. when 973 woman speak
 .Any attempt to escape would be quite useless" she said in dull. mechanical tone of voice. If you are wise you, will not make the situation nay more difficult for yourself by being bOlfsh.''
 As the motorcar ceased purring at the curb, the woman pressed the door bell. Came a scudiing along the hall . shadow duttered there second. then the door swung open Lucille stepped 9cross the threshold with her captor. surprised to see no one in sight. Aps Parently the door had opened of its own voIition. Before her Nas q straight 7 stairway. appearing to end at the sec ond flight To her Aaeft was a living room into which she was ushered, Again the woman pressed a bell
 You will want Nome tea and cakes, " she said quietly
 Lucille turned at suggestive elink of china She had heard no one enter the room, yet, in tfaeashaa aoWs. she saw an attentive butler holding the tea tray while the mysterious yelled woman poured The man moved toward her. moved silently, swiftly, surely. There. was something about his manner, his perfection strikingIy reminiscent of some one she had seen before.
 '.Thompsonl" she gasped. ''Thomp- sonl You hereI What are you doing here?"
 eYes, Miss Lovel Thank youl I am employed by MT. Loubeque. Miss Lovel Thank your