Arizona republican., 1914-07-17
CHAPTER XIV.
4 Chtet B0irotcs From Chfef.

A IL through the remainder of the night Lucille
 clung to the child she had 1ursed through her illness. And now the situation between the pair was strangely reversed and she, the com Eetent white woman became the child, racked and well nigh broken by the pertinacity and boldness of Hugo Loubeques pursuit of the sack she had in her possession while the little brown savage, recognizing with that feminine instinct common to all and creeds that consolation. comfort and sympathy was the panacea which was most needed by this wonder woman of the fair skn sat beside her silently all through the night, her hand clasping the trembling one, her lips silent but her eyes speaking words which would have put to shame any service the lips might have performed.
 Sleep was out of the question. There could be no sleep while the mighty spy dogged her steps, knew where she was Morning came and passed, the striking obiquely down upon the village before she dared even stir outside the hut, the little daughter of the chief at her side, silent and shy but always comforting by her presence.
 Lucille felt great desolation upon her, sense of fighting useless battle that day. What had it all amounted to- the risks, the situations she had managed to handle. so long as Hugo Loubeque undeterred in his efforts. A mighty wave of nostalgia seized her in it's grip and she felt she could willingly give over every thing to be back in Manila.
 Hurriedy she went back to the hut, signify ing to the child that she wished to be alone. Inside, she flung herself upon the pallet of rushes, giving vent to uncomfortable sobs. Her father-she could see him transacting the duties of his office like the grim old warrior he was, but with a broken heart at the absence of the girl he had been father. mother, everything to; Lieutenant Gibson-she longed so for the tender tones of his voice. the caress of his fingers as they twined about her own the friends-the friends and the gayeties and the hops and all the little trfes dear to her wdfnans heart. How she missed them all How she longed to be away from this savage village, this unclean place with never voice lifted in her own tongue save the dreaded voice of one who would stop at nothing to wrest from her the thing which hau brought her here!
 She took the sack from her bosom and wept upon it. For the first time she wondered wheth- CT it had all been worth while, wondered wheth- CT tho grief her madcap enterprise had caused those dear to her would not be greater than any joy at her coming safely through the ordeal with the stolen papers intact could ever be.
 It was the only natural outlet for the strain under which she had been so long time and when she dried her tears. it was the Lucille who had urged he. little mare across the parade ground to the aviator to plead with him that he land her aboard the Empress who smiled brave ly out upon the world. She was shamed for the weakness which had taken hold of her, shamed and doubly determined that she should not fail. Only a weak girl, only the refined product of a prominent ancestry-yet would she prove that under all the fragility composition which had needed but the ordeal of love denied to turn it into steel, steel against which even such a one as Hugo Loubeque might hurl himself in vain.
 She had determined to get away immediate ly. There nothing to gain and everything to lose by remaining here. Primarily, she wished to find some method of getting back to civilisa- tion. The papers meant nothing to anyone save Loubeque here, and Loubeque with his infinite resources could undoubtedly manage to get away. Seeondarily, Loubeque knew where she and his futile. interruptions brain would find meth cd of gaining them. She must get away.
 She was quite positive some difficulty would present itself in making an escape from the native friends who had fairly deied her from the moment of the child's recovery. But they should be easily eluded, that should be readily surmountable difficulty in the light of what sine had already accomplished. .-
 On going into the little street she noticed the chief in earnest conference with his daugh- fer and an old native woman whom Lucille had no recollection of seeing about the village be- fore. Had she but known this was but another seville tool of Hugo Loubeques what future dan gers she might have been saved. Coming closer she knew that it stranger; moreover, from the light upon the crone's wrinkled countenance and the furions gesticulations she made toward her. she felt that she the object of controversy And the daughter of the old chief seemed adding her pleas to those of the old woman with effect
 Lucille stood little apart, watching the conference as it disbanded. She had picked up