The log cabin Democrat., 1915-01-01

wrench that had carried the handle or the heavy sword from his grasp. Hugo Loubeque had dropped his own plaue to the floor and was studying him quietly. no glimmer in his eyes. Gibson glared over his head. The sword was still swaying from side to side from the fury with which it had been driven into the low hanging wooden beam overhead. Instinctively his hand reach ed to recover his weapon when Lou beque laid hand of iron upon his shoulder.
 That will do," he cried sternly. "Be a man. sir" Again that mellowed light drove the light of anger from his eyes His lips opened and the voice of him was little more than a sigh; such q man as Miss Lucille Love deserves
 Gibson looked at him, startled, aghast. Once more Loubeque would have spoken when, from below stairs, came the shrill screech of d police mans whistle, followed almost in stantly by\a rush of feet upon the stairs.
 The spy's right hand moved along the desk, picking up small ivory box. exquisitely carved which he handed to Gibson.
 You will kindly give this to-Lu- cille-with my compliments and felic- tations." he murmured.
 Gibson stared at him. wondering at the lack of emotion on his face in this moment of peril. Slowly, steadily Lou beque stepped backward. Then sud denly yawning panel stood beside him. He stood in the cavity a second. smiling as the door burst open. and Sergeant Daly. followed by a squad of officers, lurched into the room.
 That's him." Daly's shout turned into wild yelp of terror, as the room shot from under the feet of the oc- cupants and they found themselves precipitated into the very bowels of the house.
 It was half an hour before they man. aged to find their way out; half an hour which swallowed up the inter national spy completely as though it had been the grave.
 
 Desperately, Lucille finished her dressing and turned to look out the hotel window over Pennsylvania ave nue. She was alone in Washington
 When the captain of the Terror had spoken of the court of inquiry before which General Sumpter Love was be ing tried for selling the papers he had received from Washington. she had conjured up visions of him behind bars But when she realized on reaching the city that he was at a hotel. living quite the same as she herself was allowed tC live, her joy had submerged almost every other feeling It had been fou! days now, however, and still she had not called up sufficient courage to see him
 All night she had been awake tryinl to scheme up some method of aidins him. The papers she had recovered
 
 she had placed in the hands of the gov ernment exactly what they wanted t, convict. She determined to appeal t, the secretary of war. Surely ther' might be some chance in an appeal {, him. And so this morning. after long, timorous glance up and down tn long avenue, she had started for tn, army and navy building.
 Miss Lucille Love-Luciile Love- The secretary turned the card over ant over in his hands while regarding he narrowly the while. II have heard O you, Miss Love. and of the papers You may rest assured your story vii receive every attention in the conduc of the trial of your father. Certainl, you know the nation can ill afford t, lose such man just at this time
 But you can investigate-my stor. is strange, unbelievable" she pleade,