The log cabin Democrat., 1914-11-20

tue tuC Sidut Ot the Golden Gate creeping about them. enc!te!ing them. '
 To others the sight meant home. but to lOubeque it meant bitterness. gall If meant the country that had been his. but which had cast him forth an unworthy son unfit to be Its citizen His eyes fastened morosely upon the slender, pretty slip of girl clinging to the rail. her lips parted as she watched the dock. black with eager friends and relatives. coming closer. closer Then q slow crunching as the great ship swung into her moOrings. Hugo Loubeqne slowly lifted the cigar from his mouth and waved it in a deliberate circle that ended with its tip pointing toward the slender girl He caught her eyes and smiled at the expression of terror. of fear in them. as he saw she had marked his gesture
 Came a crowding forward in the cen ter of the thrOng upon the deck The gangplank thrust It's nose out. out. m til 1t rested upon the dock Some of the passengers looked about in sur prise at sound of cultural oath They saw tall, somber saturnine passeI,ges smoking cigar. his eyes fastened upon squad of bIuecoated policemen | edging their way from tue rear of the throng into the exact center They wondered.
 Lucille tripped down the gangpiank Once more the man who had uttered the oath lifted his cigar. Came quick upheaval in the throng. The spy smil. ed to himself then moved toward the plank. He looked down upon the crowd of men surrounding the slip of a girl I surrounding her so closely she was bid den from sight The policemen were fighting their way to the ship Came a scream in d wOman's voice LoubeQue bent forward bis knuckIes showing blue whiteness from the ferceness of hlS grip upon the liners rail
 Help. help: Cap
 The officers whirled in the direction of the girls voice. The crowd of men Jammtd closer. resisting. without the appearance of resistance. the shoulders of the law. From outside the jam darted Il woman clad in deep mourn ing Easily the throng of men gave way before her Her arms were about the neck of the girl who had screa med. smothering her lips with kisses.
 My poor. dear sister" she sobbed uncontrollably. her arms about Lu- cille's waist, bearing her through the crowd of men.
 The captain stood at LoubeQue's el- bow. his face troubled. The policemen fought their way to the center of the group to find no woman there. Their leader. sergeant, stepped toward the captain.
 You sent wireless. sir, regarding young woman
 The captain turned to Loubeque, his eyes threatening,
 The girl" he demanded What has become of
 Hugo LOubeque lazlly pointed his cigar toward a black. high powered motorcar leaping out into the city's street
 The insane girl?" he smiled. II be Iieve 1 saw her step into that machine, captain"
 The sergeant waited curiously Knowing there was something between the two men. scenting the atmosphere of hatred. he waited.
 No use now. sergeant" sighed Lucille's friend
 Something told Lucille as she stood at the ships rail that trouble awaited her once her feet were set upon the wharf And her hand closed about the diary hidden in the bosom of her dress. the diary she had read so many times she knew it well nigh by heart the diary with it's tale of gigantic power and unscrupulousneSs 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 imme diately she felt pressing forward in the fore ranks of the crowd, a pressing forward that tended in her direction She looked about her and found 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. a grim re gard of her that told her instinctively they were the minions of Hugo Lou. beque. Yet not hand was laid upon