The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-09-24
DOMESTIC HELPS AND
 AIDS TO HOUSEWIVES

train in an invalid's chair. Then came a vision of the lean, DowerfF4 face 'sE1 Loubeque~ close to her own, the gentle whisper of his voice close to her ear, calling her name over and over again, while, matching the suffering in hzs tones, were the deeply carved lines of agony upon his face. Over and ov-a'' again the man called to her, and TaA she knew it was not to her he call ed, but to the mother whom she FO- sembled.
 She felt all her sympathy going out to this man who had proved such a bitter enemy, who had brought such catastrophe upon her and hers and who would again prove so relentless should she attempt to take Sdvantage of his temporary weakness to appeal to the better side of him.
 Undoubtedly Loubeque was again in possession of the papers. Suddenly she felt that he had conquered his emotions and moved away. She slow Iy opened her eyes and looked about She was in her own private compart- ment on the train. She was alone.
 TremuIously, fearful yet almost posi- tive her hands would not encounter that which she sought, she touched her bosom. The feel of the necklace and papers reassured her, drove away the last mfsts of unreality. Where she was going she did not know nor care. With the precious papers she could do anything. Simultaneously with the thought came one of terror Vague at first, it spread over her spirit like veil that obliterated all light, all hope.
 As though forcing herself against her will, she closed her eyes and drew forth the bundle and necklace. Yes. there could be- no doubling the gen uineness of the rubfes. Their scintil- lant luster was fairly binding But she paid them little heed Her fingers groped at the papers even as her. eyes snapped open. Then little cry Of rage and chagrin EsEne from hei4 lips.
 The packet upon. the table had evil dentIy been nothing but a blind. Hugo Loubeque had taken no chances with the stolen papers even while awake She had stolen a sheaf of worthless waste paper The interuat1Onal spy still held the whip hand.
 She cIinched her pretty teeth tightly together even as she kept repeating 10 herself over and over again the gues- ton of why-why had he bothered to pursue her when he knew how she had been misled; why had he not allowed her to go her way and leave him safe to transact the last act in his plan of revenge2 Ray--N9hy had he taken to himself so dangerous an en- emy7
 She Knew he was fond of her, fond of her in the same way her own father was, but what of that? Alone, with the ruby necklace, she had sufacient means to do as she pleased and be per fectly safe from any danger
 But was she safe from any daneer7 Had she not been in danger befbrs7 Yes, on the train. And the reason ulaa because Thompson knew she held the ruby necklace. Thompson was one fo be feared and respected.
 Softly she slipped down the vesti- buled aisle She had reasoned out tho answer Thompson had escaped Lou beque and, foiled in his attempt Co gain the necklace, was stiII an the pur- suit
 Swiftly she stepped down the aisle. through car after car, until she halted abruptly and moved back again, for dozing against pillow in the tourist car, a long gash over his eye render ing him a bit vfIlainous looking, was the butler thief.
 Lucille sought her compartment her brain awhirI. It was a three coEnered |. fight now-Loubedue to retain the pa pers and to protect her in her wealth. Thompson to gain the ruby necklace and revenge himself upon his master, but she-Lucille only sought the pa- | pers. Nothing else counted as against that. And Loubeque held the.papars-