The Washington herald., 1914-04-19

NE he might be revenged upon the man
fTN who had brought about his ruin
VIM early in life, the international spy
" " watched this attempt at interfer-
ence with his plans-for such he in
stinctively knew it to be-keenly
There was no sudden flame Of malice in his heart,
only cold, deadly purpose Anything and every
thing that stood in his way must be swept aside
crushed-that was all
Aloof from the excited passengers and Of
fcers who had been brought to the deck by the
thunder Of the aeroplane's motor, he watched
Cheers rose at the mastery manipulation of the
plane. Then the ayiators purpose of landing on the
liners deck became clear. 1t seemed impossible,
yet so big feat was it that already bets were
being made on the success of the attempt. The
air-man was circling now, looking down through
his powerful glasses to gauge the distance Hugo
Loubeque stood motionless, impassive, imper-
turbed. The explosions of the motor died out so
abruptly as to make the succeeding silence fairly
thunderous in its contrast. Then the plane swoop-
ed down toward the deck, nose-on righted itself
and glided to a perfect landing.
Lucille separated herself quickly from the pas
sengers. She was beginning to think again, to
realize what task lay before her The orders
and papers of her father were upon the boat but
who carried them she did not know. OF all these
hundreds anyone might be the thief. 1t had
seemed simple before that the contrast be-
tween the resolve and its execution appalled, her.
Harley interrupted her mood of black depression,
taking her hand and wishing her luck.
Everything is arranged with the Captain"
he reported. And Miss Love-" he added earnestly,
Cannot help succeeding when you start with such
spirit"
The encouragement filmed her eyes, binding
out the sight of the aviator as he started his en-
gine once more and, with short glide, rose to-
ward the element he loved. Only the drumming of
the motor came back to her and it's monotone
seemed to shape itself into words, words of cheer
and hope. Yes, she must win. She could not lose.
Her slender figure Strengthened as she turned
from the rail, her head uplifted itself courage
ously. almost deiantly.
The sound of her own name. repeated twice
kn hoarse whisper of incredulity brought her
out of her abstraction. She looked wonderingly
at the who had called her by name, amazed
at the emotions twitching his powerful face,
frightened at the expression in his luminous eyes,
eyes that stared at her though she a
ghost.
Hugo Loubeque mastered himself with an ef-
fort. He had never seen the Generals daughter
before, this girl with the face and form of her
mother, and this apparent resurrection of what
had been living memory long had stunned
him out of his usual composure 1t irritated him
that his senses should be tricked, that he should
lose control of himself under any circumstance
sRd he drew aside quickly.
Il beg your pardon" he murmured she
passed him. 81 thought recognized" He stop
ped abruptly, amazed at the expression of de-
light, and craft and Joy and guile which mingled
her face as she stopped and stared into his
face. And in the clash of eyes the man knew
that this slip of girl recognized him for her
enemy, the she would be obliged to battle
with; knew it just he knew the purpose urg-
ing her whit less strong than his own.
Lucille stared after his retreating figure, her
lips parted, her eyes twin stars for the hope
that had been kndled there
The voice the telephone" she whispered
over and over to herself
And her eyes turned toward the land. the
land where her sweetheart was; her eyes turned
shorewards even her heart flashed messages
of hope to him.