Idaho labor herald. (Boise, Idaho) 1913-1914, 1914-12-03

the situation-a Key with no IocK "a
iit. She alone knew where the uanars
that would clear up the entire rnys-
terry were located. and she was pris-
oner.
Mr.. Loubeque's compliments. Miss
Lucille" murmured the butler as ne
noiselessly approached with A t,nv
glass of liquor. "and he thought 4
tiny sip might prove beneficial to the
nerves"
Thank you, Thompson" she mur.
INJURED sweetly. Tell your present
employer l shah gladly do SO. But"
she added, her eyes flashing malicious
~, y forgot Mr.. Loubeque has been
your employer right along"
Quite so, Miss Lucille Thank Won. .
Before his perfect apIomb Lucille
stood undecided. Her nerves were shat
tered. and the drink, she knew. would
do her good. But there had been that
look In the mans eyes. She could not
be mistaken in it. She touched her
tongue to the delicious, fiery stuff and
waited. A sensation of comfort SLOW.
~ approached her weary spirit--a feel
ing OF lassitude. She fought the SEN
sation away
Pouring out the doctored liquor care
fully. she lay against the pillows in a
! posture of dreamless sleep. It was
half an hour before her patience was
rewarded Then Thompson slipped
stealthily into the room. Lucille fex-
ed herself-a steel spring wound to its
last notch.
Thompson approached swiftly, silent
~. He was beside her, leaning over
her. his hand cropping at her throat;
a little exclamation of triumph as his
finger pads touched the necklace. It
was in his hands, and then the steel
spring uncoiled with tremendous sud
| denness.
Taken by surprise before the vicious
fury of the girls attack the butler
staggered back. Before he could re-
cover she was upon him, driving him
toward the door. He lifted his hands
to fend his face. then stopped abruptly
as he staggered into his master, Just
entering the room.
Hugo Loubeque waited. watching the
furious girl and tlP ruffled butler curl
Ously. A smile curved his lips as he
turned toward her
You object to the draft, presume.
l assure you 1t has no i'll effects and
will make the journey one of pleasure
Instead of WEAKNESS" Then he whirl-
ed upon the butler, his face hard as
granite, his teeth clipping off each
word like steel particles.
What are you doing here?"
Il came to see If the draft had taken
effect" sulkily murmured the butler.
by what authority?"
Asking your pardon, sir but l sug-
gested it and was afraid it might have
a bad effect l grew to take an inter
est in Miss Lucille In Manila, sir, and
did not wish
Loubeque frowned heavily, but cut
him short with an impatient wave of
his hand Lucille felt a sudden i'm
pulse to tell him the truth, but con-
quered it swiftly. She could fight
Thompson much easier than this man
She must keep her own counsel. The
spy turned to her again.
you did not take the draftY"
Nor
II assure you on my word as a gen
tleman that it will cause you no incon-
venience. Further. | hoped not to be
obliged to tell you that If you do not
take it willingly you will be compelled
to get it down"
She bent her head docilely. Resist
ance was out of the question, and, aft
er all. she must save her strength to
fight the big things. After a moments
hesitation, a shudder at the enticing
colors shed from the stun, she drained
the glass
Languor, comfort, peace She gave
herself up to the drug with a prayer,
a prayer she felt so certain would be
needed, that In her slumber a smile
parted her lips. played about her coun-
tenance. And when she awoke she
was at Loubeque's Mexican ranch.