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■ Tulsa, Okla., Sunday Morning, June 14, 1914
HE TULSA DEMOCRAT
Lucille Love, The Girl of Mystery—-See the Story in Pictures at the Lyric Tuesday Jui
'By the "MASTEH TE/f"
Copyright, 1014. All moving mhtmo right* root
mro worn exhibiting (Ui prommtion In limiting
(Synopsis of procaJing ehoptor*.)
While students tofcthsr at West Point, and to lovs
With the same girl. 8umpter Lore Droves Hufn Loubeque
• thief, and Loubeque Is dishonorably discharged. Love
Wine the girl. The enmity thus begun finds outlet In
later years a( Manila, when a butler thief In the employ
of Loubeque. how an International spy, steals valuable
papers from the Government safe of General Love.
Loubeque sails with them on the steamship Empress,
and General Love accuses Lieut. Gibson, his aide and
the sweetheart of his daughter Lucille, of the crl. e.
Loubeque sends a wireless message cleverly Insinuating
that General Love had sold the papers to a foreign
power. To save the honor of the man sbs loved and
lo erase the stigma from her father's name, Lucille
prevails upon Hariey, a government aviator, to take
per out to the ship. In his aeroplane. To foil Lucille.
Loubeque destroys the wireless apparatus on the Em-
faress and Is hurt In the resulting explosion. In her
search for the papers, Lucille becomes his nurse, ana
When the ship takes Are, secures them. The vessel Is
lurned to the water's edge and Lucille drifts to I
itranffe Island on the oar or a crushed lifeboat. Lucille
rescued by friendly savages. 8he Is given an amulet
r curing the chiefs daughter, and It proved potent
against the machinations of Hugo Loubeque, who, llke-
Clse cast on the island, plans to get the papers He
urns Ludlle's hut, but she escapes with fhe precious
paiwrs. He sends a decoy message asking her to co a
To the home of a neighboring chief, whose wife Is ill
and In need of nursing. On the way there she falls
Into a covered pit, dug by Loubeque across her path.
Her guide, an old crone, takes the papers from Lucille,
and gives them to Loubeque, who gD r, with them to
the jungle. His guide ana servant steals them, but Is
killed by a lion, and Lucille, who had trailed them
three days, recovers them from the body. Lucille
pnoats a strange csve-dwelllng people, Is attacked by
monkeys, escapes In a csnoe and Is carried Into an
underground whirlpool. She Is rescued by Captain
Wetherell and taken aboard his yacht There she
meets Loubeque. who Is alao picked up by the yacht.
Which Is carrying contraband arms to Chinese rebc.i.
When warships pursue, Wetherell seises the papers ana
puts Lucille and Loubeque to sea }n an open boat, be-
cause they know too much of his plans. Their water
rives out and Lucille nearly dies before they reach
China in safety. Hugo, after nursing Lucille back to
life, goes after Wetherell to get the papers back, and
captures him. Lucille follows Loubeque. aboard a liner,
and shadows him. She is discovered during the trip to
San Francisco, in the hold, and on being released,
searches Loubeque's room for the papers. He catches
her, ties her up, convinces the captain that she Is
Insane, and on the vessel's arrival at port Las her
whirled away In a tail.
CHAPTER XXVIII.
A Boute Of Musterioui Entrancet.
OMETHING told Lucille as she
stood at the ship's rail that trou-
ble awaited her once her feet were
set upon the wharf. She had the
captain's reassurance that every-
thing would be all right, knew
that he had sent a wireless to the
authorities in San Francisco, but,
as she glanced to her right, saw
the slnisterly meaningful gesture
of Hugo Loubeque, every word of
the man came back to her, every word he had
tittered in his horribly playful mood, regarding
-keeping her under his finger, aeeing to it that
•he could do no more harm to the working out
of his evil plans.
And her hand closed about the diary hidden
in the bosom of her dress, the diary she had
read so many times slit knew it well-nigh byr
heart, the diary with its tale of gigantic power
and unscrupulousnesa in the accomplishment of
one purpose, the destruction of her father. What
chance did the honest, simple minded captain
have, what chance did the officers of a mere
municipality hare when they opposed themselvea
to one who overthrew nations and their rulers
by the lifting of his hand?
Hie lifting of his hand, just such lifting1 as
Hie one he had just made to some unseen power
tipon the wharf, a giant power probably, yet
bent readily to do his will. She turned her eyes
toward him, eyes that were filled with a mute
appeal, then turned them away again, sick at
heart ae she caught the triumphant smile behind
the cruel steel of his own. Still, strain though
•he would toward that crowd upon the landing,
■he could make out nothing suspicions. She could
even see the squad of policemen marching to-
ward the crowd, officers of the law she knew
were sent to protect her from any possible vio-
lence.
Reassuring though the sight was, her steps
were laggard as she marched down the pjank.
Almost immediately she felt a pressing forward
in the fore ranks of the crowd, a pressing for-
ward that tended in her direction. She lookra
about her and found a man's face staring into
here from every direction. There was no enmity
on those facea. They were not brutal, not even
evil. But there was a fixed purposefulness about
them, a grim regard of her that told her in-
stinctively they were the minions of Hugo Lou-
beque. She had marked that same expression on
his own face as many times, that set, iron de-
termination to work out hi* purpose at any and
all costs. Vet not a hand was laid upon her, not
a voice lifted. She tried to foroe her way fop-
ward, but a steady resistance met her. She at-
tempted to go to the side. Again that Impalpable
power held her in the center of the crowd. In
•n agony of despair she , raised her eyes in mute
appeal to the rail where she had last seen the
captain. He would understand her distress,
would help her. But, to her dismay, she found
that the jam was so olose, the heada of the men
•o towering, that even sight of the vessel was
out off from her, Then, just as a heavily veiled
woman pressed toward her, with eyes that glit-
tered a menace matching poorly the affectionate
pose of her form, Lucille lifted her voice, only
to have her appeal smothered by the fierce em-
brace of the woman, who continually referred to
Lucille as "her poor sister."
She did not know how it wis worked, but
the crowd of men opened readily tor the escort
and herself, not only opened but assisted them
along their waj, The door of a great limousine
stood open before her. She drew away, tried to
fight against the strength of the mysterious
woman, only to find, the arm that held hers with
inch an appearance of affection to be made of
bands of steel Swiftly she was hustled Into the
car and before her companion had olosed ths
floor, Iho car sshcit forward, gaining speed with
•very rod. Tho tV.inder of planks ceased as the
nmchina fctruck the asphalt.
The futility of further resistance made he*
sink back uJHinst the cushions, sick with ap-
prehension of what was to oome, a dull apathy
gradually closing about, her and soothing her
tired eyes. After all, she had known that Hugo
Loubeque would be able to do as he said, that
ther* souM no adequate assistance against
Jilm, r> fig she knew nothing of his plana.
d befor
l.i- n#r.allRH nil that happened
warfare to regain possession of
In her
the stolen pap-
ieoiDtr the hand of a guiding Providence m
Ik; evury su.vessful effort and the many escapes
fhu f/.:id roatlu from what appeared oertain death,
The car leaped like a living thing through
th" street* of the oity and then doubled upon
)u trucks so that she might have no chance to
certain sites and gain soma Idea thereby
lit1? ultimate destination was. Lucillo
fh r eaptor from tinder cover of her
lituvi- hithra. She eould see but little of the faoe
lei lh« heavy mourning veil swathing It, She
0 «!y made out that she appeared apathetic, dis-
l;itere ".«d, now her portion of the work assigned
to liar had been carried through. It aeemed a
c! >raoteristic attitude of all who worked for the
(nan. They were but cogs In a vast machine, re-
sponsive to ths master'* touch, obedient* but
(/in'mtm! Film Homotmoimring Company, who
Infringement* mill bo vigorously proooeatoJ.
never working through any motive save his own
impetus. A kind face, the woman had, yet the
possible outcome of the weak, unhappy girl she
had captured so boldly seemed to make not the
slightest impression upon her. Only at the end
of their drive, when the chauffeur opened tha
door did she speak.
"Any attempt to escape would be quite use-
less," she said in a dull, mechanical tone of
voice. "If you are wise you will not make tha
situation any more diiiieuit for yourself by being
foolish."
As the motor car ceased purring at the curb,
the woman pressed the door bell. Came a scuf-
fling along the hall, a shadow fluttered there a
second, then the door swung open. Lucille
stepped across the threshold with her captor,
surprised to see no one in sight. Apparently the
door had opened of its own volition. Before her
was a straight stairway, appearing to end at the
second flight. To her left was a living room
Into which she was ushered. Again the woman
pressed a bell.
"You will want some tea and cakes," she
■aid quietly.
Lucille nodded, studying her surroundings
keenly. What a change from the place she would
have. expected and yet how natural that the in-
ternational spy should choose just such an un-
pretentious place from which to pull his wires,
play upon the strings of the world! How typical
of Hugo Loubeque was every detail 1
She turned at a suggestive clink of china.
She had heard no one enter the room, yet, in
the shadows, she saw an attentive butler hold-
ing the tea tray while the mysterious veiled
woman poured. The man moved toward her,
moved silently, swiftly, surely. There was some-
thing about hiB manner, his perfection, strik- .
ingly reminiscent of some one she had seen be-
fore. He stood before her and, even as he bent ,
his lieiwl murmuring a query as to her prefer-
ence regarding sugar or lemon, she recognized
him.
"Thompson !" she gasped. "Thompson I Vou
here I What are you doing here?"
"Yes, Miss Love! Thank you. Miss! I am
employed by Mr. Loubeque, Miss Love I Thank
you!"
She stared at him Incredulously, at the
mask of a face, upon which not the flicker of
expression was stamped. And then gradually she
understood, knew who had stolen the papers from
her father's safe, realized how completely they
had all been fooled by this cunning servant.
She shrank away from him as though from the
plague, but (till he showed no sign of anger or
chagrin.
I "Go away I" she muttered brokenly. "Go
•wayl I can't bear to look at you."
"Yea, Miss. Thank you!"
When she looked up he had disappeared.
Swiftly she gathered herself together. Such
childish tricks must not be permitted to shatter
her courage for even an instant. She must strike
while her capture was new to them all, before
a system of surveillance had been thoroughly
established. She slipped atealthily to the door
through which she had entered the house. In
the hall she looked cautiously about, then put
her foot upon the-stairs and proceeded to move
to the first flight. Midway, she wasf paralyzed
into inactivity by finding the stair* to be to
motion.
Horror seized her. Then once more she
braced herself. Only another trick of Loubeque's
it was. The stairs seemed to fold up within
themselves like a miniature escalader. They
grey steady (ftice more and the girl looked about
an unfurnished room of stone wall. But she did
not see this wall, did not mark the lack of deer
orations or furniture in the room, for a com\
pany of men formed a crescent facing her, one
tall figure standing apart from the rest, immov-
able, silent.
The solitary figure lifted his hand. Then,
frozen with terror though she was, Lucille saw
that each figure' was swathed in a black robe
and that a plain, silk mask of black covered
every face. Masks through which threatening
eyes glared out upon her, masks so light they
flattened against the wearer's features with
hideous significance.
Slowly the company passed her, pausing be-
fore her to peer narrowly into her face, ai
though impressing her every feature indelibly
upon their minds. When she regained her pow-
ers of observation the line had passed, had
paused and disappeared. She looked about her.
She was alone.
CHAPTER XXIX.
Corretpondence Under Difficultiet.
'TWO days and never a sign of Loubeque.
Lucille had > feared and dreaded that first
meeting. She was positive the solitary figure
apart from the masked company had been the
spy. But the formality had been so silent, so
ominous she had thrust it from her because of
the terror its recollection never failed to indues
within her heart. The band of evil-doers cer-
tainly could make no mistake regarding her
identity after that close scrutiny.
The room assigned her was, to all outward
seeming, a daintily furnished bed chamber, but,
trying the large windows, she found they only
could be let down from the top and were there
covered by a thin netting of a metal that re-
sisted every attempt at prying apart. Looking
more carefully she saw this same filament of
wire was Interwoven with the glass so they
eould not be completely smashed. The only
means of escape lay by the door and, to get out
that way, involved a flight of steps which passed
many rooms.
But Bhe must escape. The thought of. what
Loubeque might be doing unimpeded drove her
brain tyrannically against a worn-out body. She
had the man's diary, wherein was evidence
against him of such crimes as would hare
appalled the most hardened courts, would have
set nations at one another's throats, entailed
countless deaths. The thing was so deadly that,
zealous though she was In her object of saving
her sweetheart, Lucille knew she could never
bring herself to the point of making publto such
a document. She had the rubles from the throat
of the hideous Idol in the subterranean cave,
Times without number she regarded the glowing
■tones, shuddered at the blood-red rays that
mocked her from each faoet, Imagining' the heart
of eaoh to have borrowed some of its luster from
the rivers of blood that had been shed through
the lure of Ita mocking light. A king's ransom,
eaoh one | the ransom of many nations, was the
strand. Lucille allowed the Jewels to run through
her slender Angers idly, unthinkingly, even con-
temptuously. For of what avail waa all this
when she was a prisoner In Ute house qf one
who hated so soundly that he would willingly
lacrlflce his very soul for revenge! A man to
whom llfa, death, honor, fame, family, fathers
land, all, everything meant naught but revenge?
Idle, worthless stones, np better than pebble*
upon a sandy shore they were to the girl whose
heart and soul and body were lnextrloably Inter-
woven with love. The amulet which the savage
ohjsf had given her for Baring h)s daughter's
life—that waa her only other possession, and o•
what use waa such a thing la this city of super-
civilisation?
Apparently she waa free to oome and go
about the place as she pleased, but tbe very
mockery of such a freedom made her real situa-
tion pall the more. Absorbed In the hopeless
task of finding some means of escape she took
to having her meals served in her room, eating
scarcely anything so engrossed was she with her
thoughts.
On the fourth day, as she • sat beside the
window, dejectedly looking out upon tbe well-
nigh deserted street, she was suddenly aware of
a shadow falling upon the glass. She sprang to
her feet, turned to face Loubeque. The spy was
not smiling now. Instead there was a tender ex-
pression on his face, a look of sympathy such as
she dimly recalled having seen while she was
racked with delirium of fever in tbe open boat,
out there upon the seemingly spanless ocean. In
his hands he held a newspaper and instantly she
divined it held something that would hurt her.
She nodded slowly, catching her breath with an
effort, fighting back her nameless terror.
The Moid drop fell upon the paper, carmln-
Ing it. Lucille grasped delightedly. Her hand
aelsed a pin from the writing table and dabbled
at the blot. It had dried up. Nervine herself
ahe lightly jabbed the pin into the ball of her
thumb, ferverlshly writing upon the blank paper.
How painful it was! How swiftly the blood
dried! But she must—she must—
"Prisoner of Loubeque^Here—Help—Read
head—"
She swayed slightly. She could endure the
torture no longer. It waa sufficient. He could
piece together what he read, what she had told
him aboard the ship. But how to reach him
with the fragmentary strip of paper. She braced
herself against the dizziness which the writing
had caused. Her heart was fluttering wildly. As
she rested her hand upon her bosom, the feel of
' the ruby necklace met her Angers. The contact
telegraphed a message to her brain, a message
which caused her to tear the necklace from
about her throat, detaching1 a jewel swiftly and
wrapping the strip of paper about It. In one
leap she had reached the window. The captain
was slowly returning.
ti
Fronon With
Lucillo Found Horoolf Surrounded by Threatening N«M Flgmroi.
''Yes," ahe muttered faintly. "You have
news. Tell me—I am quite strong to bear any-
thing after—this." Her eyes swept him with a
brief contempt, then flashed about her prison.
But the feeling was merely momentary, swal-
t fear ic
lowed up in the great fear for those ahe loved.
"Lucille—" The spy's eyes fell before the
fear in the- steady ones - that met hla own.
"Lucille, you are too young yet to know that In
the completion of any great work, always there
are those who must suffer. I do not attempt to
defend myself before you. I do not attempt to
boast, but you know that the enterprise of my
life has been the greatest mortal victory just as
the construction of a man is the most marvelous
Divine achievement." He stopped, evidently find-
ing it hard to continue.
"I would not harm you, Lucille; would not
cause you one moment's grief or misery, phy-
sical or mental, for anything in the world. But
I would allow npt even the—yes, the love I bear
yolf because of your likeness to your mother to
Stand in the way of destroying you utterly
should you attempt to get in my path. And so I
am very happy today, very happy for myself
while I am. at the same time, very unhappy be-
cause of your distress. I know you cannot un-
derstand my feeling. I only wish you to know
that you have stolen the fruits, the sweets of
my victory because knowing you has made it
pain for me to even so much as see your lips a-
tremble."
"Victory?" She whispered the word aloud.
It dinned in her ears with maddening insistence,
drowning his tones completely. "Victory? You
mean?"
Silently he put the newspaper in her out-
stretched hand. She took it numbly, staring at the
black, leaded type heading the column, staring
at the familiar, the beloved name of her sweet-
heart there. Whjen she looked up Hugo Loubeque
was gone, had disappeared. But that did not
matter to her now. ihe nature of his disappear-
ance did hot even impress her. Nothing mat-
tered. The spy's victory was approaching com-
pletion. One link in his plot had been welded,
making the remainder of the work simple. But
it was not complete. It was not yet finished.
Lucille looked about her wildly. She was a
prisoner, but before this she had been an apa-
thetic prisoner, oontent to accept her solitary
confinement. Now, she was a wild woman. Now
everything that life held dear to her was being
taken away. She beat her tiny fists against the
window, then stopped at the utter futility of it.
Bhe looked down and her eyes stared wide Into
those of a pedestrian upon the sidewalk. It was
the taptaln of the ship who had been her friend.
Bhe waved her hand, knowing from his expres-
sion that he recognized her, that he had been
hunting her. He made a motion as of writing
and she nodded swiftly, then darted toward the
little dressing table.
And there she sat, dumb with misery. In
the delight of seeing a friend's face at the psy-
chological moment, when her despair, her misery,
her desperation was at its height she had not
thought a simple thing like a pencil, a pen, Ink,
paper might be necessary. They had always
, seemed so Inevitably close at hand she naturally
expected them. Again the realization of the care
with whloh she was entombed here came -upon
her. She darted back to the window. The cap-
tain had disappeared. Hopelessly, breathlessly,
She waited. It was half an hour before he re-
turned and shot a swift glance toward her. Then
she realized that he was wise enough to make
his appearance on the street seem natural,
oasual, by not passing the plaoe often. He
frowned impatiently as she shook her head,
frowned and passed on with a significant glance
toward the house.
In despair Lucille looked about her, Paper
i she i
• page, tore it so t
ppeared
It. She stared helplessly lq the mirror, her teeth
Fori a moment Lucille hesitated. She must
break the window pan* audi even then the wire
netting might be so close sh* could not toss tha
notebound pellet of *uch priceless value to the
street. Swiftly she took a slipper from her foot,
drew back and brought the tiny heal crashing
against th* glass. It was tough but her third
stroke opened it. At the sound of smashing gla
she heard a rustling without her door. The cap-
tain looked up at her and, simultaneously sh*
fllluped the round missile toward him, watched
him eagerly as he stooped to pick it up and then
thrust it hurriedly In his pocket, passing on
without so much as a nod, watched him with a
feeling of terror in her heart as she saw
Thompson, the butler, slip hurriedly out of the
door and take after him. There was something
pantherlsh, something of swiftness, of certainty,
of surety about the man that awed her. Then a
slight creaking, as of rusty hinges and she
stared about her in mute horror. She was mov-
ing down and walls were advanoing forward. She,
was moving down and the room was moving with
her.
CHAPTER XXX.
On the Roof Top*.
QAME a little groan, a tremor running through
the walls of the room. Looking up she oould
see solid steel walls passing into place where
the room she was in had been. Merely a cage,
an elevator had been the boudoir where she was
a captive. The machinery stopped working
abruptly. She felt a sudden terror of what could
happen next in this mysterious house of In-
stantaneous entrances and exits. She peered over
the edge of the room, for she waa merely
standing on a flat surface so far as one side was
concerned. To her cars came the insistent ring-
ing of a bell. A huddled, black mass showed al-
most beneath her. Crouching upon the floor rhe
leaned over and gingerly groped at it with her
fingers, drawing them sharply back as they en-
countered human flesh.
For just a second she faltered before inves-
tlgatlng her discovery. Loubeque must hav*
come from her room In this fashion. It might be
that, in some way, Loubeque had fallen and In-
jured the machinery. She peered more narrowly
,at the man, and, her eyes growing accustomed
to the thick blackness, she made out the grim
features of the spy. To stoop down, take the
papers from his pocket, and hide them between
the crack of the floor of the room and the bot-
tom of the elevator, was the work of an instant.
As the room glided gently Into plaoe with-
out so much as a tremor, she leaped down and
lifted the groaning man's head to her lap. She
had come barely in time for the spy was strug-
gling feebly to get to his feet. He smiled rue-
fully as he lighted a match and scanned tbe fea-
tures of his companion. For a second he ap-
peared dared, then swift consternation crossed
his face as his hand shot toward the place where
he had placed the stolen papers. Almost simul-
taneously his left hand closed about her wris«v
gripping it so tightly she kept from screaming
only by the sturdiest effort.
"Where did you put them—the packet?" hs
demanded.
Her mocking laugh answered him. The grip
tightened.
"Answer I" His voice was hoarse with sup-
pressed passion. "Tell me the truth or—"
"You will break my wrist, I presume. That
seems quite In your line, sir," The gibing note
In her voloe made htm relax his grip with a lit-
.tie cry of mingled apology and chagrin.
she had
the newspa:
store the hlank strip off tha top of
.per page, tore it so that the headline
regarding Lieutenant Gibson appeared beneath
"Come," he said quietly, his tones silky yet
rd. "Con
perg will be fou
lie inevitable."
I \ "'J
touched her arm and assisted her to the pta <
dry and cold and hard. "Come, young lady. Of
" "m 111 be *
r ing (be inei
He did not wait for her to speak, merely
course you understand the papers will be found
and this is merely delaying the inevitable."
fastened viciously in her lower lip, so viciously
that when she withdrew them a tiny drop of red
blood appeared upon the delicate skin. If only
she had a pencil or pen, something to writ*
With—
form, He stirred slightly. Came the whir of
maohlnery, almost Immediately shut out. Once
more the room was in motion, going upward
this time. She olosed her eyes Instinctively be-
fore the mystery of it all. When she opened
them once more she was in the plaoe she had
If ft, Everything waa a* it had been aav* for a
broken window pan* and th* ]
beqne.
He regarded her narrowly,
ently. There was a flint of l
eyes, mingled with the steady
secure what he desired. Bis fao*
with blood but, despite that, h*
same commanding, grim dignity an
He opened his lips as though to
closed them sharply and stepped to
tn ringing a
was almost immediately answered by
listening a moment, then
and the woman who had first captured
Hurriedly Thompson explained
happened, tha pebble-wrapped strip of i
er which the man outside had
manner In which he had mysteriously
peered, eluding the butler's pursuit, th* ■
sion of policemen to the house and
of the spring that lowered the girl's 1*0014 t
basement.
"And he got out of the way, eh?"
frowned thoughtfully, then laughed a
Ing laugh aa he turned to the girl.
all this luck working for you. Mil
see now how Impossible it is to eaeap*.
shall leave you alone to reflect upon the a
ability of restoring the packet to me.
you will not be disturbed even by
You may recall, my child, that thirst la
unpleasant torture.*'
He closed tbe door behind him, very
Not a sound came from without. Hun
—solitude— All three in this prison,
so much unlike a prison that it
only the more hideous thereby. And even t
outsiders knew she was being detained
they could not find her, could not
adequate evidence that she waa
make an examination. True, Loubequs
have the papers and could do nothing on
were found, but neither could she do
with them, did not even know how
finding them again. She flung her
bed, burying her face In her
way to sobs. Everything was so
way had been so long, and still st
definitely before her, the road tha* had
Ing, the road that seemed but to lead f
and further from the ones she held
She straightened,, startled by a
against the window pane. Swiftly
proached the window. Upon tbe street
was in sight. She looked up and espied
of tihe captain peering cautiously fromt-j
brick wall above her.
Feverishly she ripped at the
had been within the glass before sh
Carefully she drew the glass Inside
upon the floor. The netting gave
tore her hands opening ths 1
get her shoulders through,
round she worked the
wide enough. She looked up.
briefly then disappeared.
In a moment he reappeared,
a heavy rone which he had Bad* a
from. Lucille edged her m i|
opening. She stood tipon tha 1
hanging to the netting with
she readhed for the ropo with tha
second time her finger* doted a'
■he tucked it about her skirt*,
Hsr f*et swung clear of tho li
forth *e gently *way*d a mnndT
•elf from tbe houae with hsr right
■he felt herself being slowly lifted,,
ti* snaamodlo' jerks.
strang ttigs at th* rope draw her
closer lo th* briek cementad fringe 1
ated the house from its neighbor*. Her
tips brushsd tha tm of thaw. Another p
she had a Arm hold and was drawing
over. Powerful hands closed about her
when from below came a shout that told 1
been disoovsred.
With an oath the captain ranked her
roof, jerked her there so viofsntly she t
and fell against him, straightened and
his arm to support herself.
From beneath them came sound* of
hurrying footsteps upon stairs, loud
Lucille seemed to have all th* initiative
She grasped the man'a arm and hurried him 1
ward the cloaeat chimney juat aa a
flung open wher* they had stood.
He drew a revolver and heli
sky-light 4
ver and held it
toward the place. A chip of
crackled at their feet. Lucille lookw down
flattened lead bullet. Yet there had been no
flred. She atared Incredulously at tha
"A ailencer—Maxim silencer," hs whis(
Bhe nodded underetanding. Together
crept In the shadow of ths chimney tow
thin brick dividing wall, the sanded roof i
Ing their hands terribly. Again that f
chips. The captain turned and fairly
ahot from hla revolver at the figures so
ly approaching. A cry of pain followsd the i
port a
rush.
The pursuit grew bold now. Boa* tha
of Loubeque, cold, steady, terrlbl
"Don't waste shots. Get the
Cstch the girl."
The captain's grip tightened reassuringly 1
her wrist.
"If they get me," he said quietly, "take
gun and make them work."
She nodded, pressing his hand. Like _
ened children they scurried from chimney"
chimney, that silent pursuit always * '
closer, the captain now and then tui_
throw a shot back at the common enemy,
excitement he became separstsd from
She looked about, then uttered a cry of
Ing. He took a step backward, then instill
lifted his elbow as though to avert a
movement overbalanced him and he <
over the edge, a groping, tumbling thing*
From every direction came the 1
Lucille suddenly noticed there waa no
made to close In upon her but that ehs
Ing driven In a certain direction. She
fearfully, vaguely afraid of that which she
not fathom. A bullet dashed a spray of 1
into her f«ce and she darted aside—darted
a yawning blackness. . - tlg§[i|g
When she opened her eyes, shs
prised to find that there had been no
mentioning, that she had merely been 1
ward a trap door and caught as 1
down. Loubeque waa watching her,
twisted smile playing about the corners
mouth.
"You have too many friends, Lue
murmured, a hint of the same admiration
voice that she had caught earlier In his
"Yea," he murmured, after a moment'
ence, "you are altogether too slippery,. tOO !
racking a prisoner. I think, while tfhe 1
the packet la going on, it would save
tear on our constitutions to move you
isncli—my ranoh in Mexico, A beautiful
he smiled. "I trust you will enjoy it a* :
I have,"
Lucille looked at him steadily. In
of both glowed an Indomitable
resolve, a mutual admiration.
once more, this time grimly,
"Honors have been too even til] now.
the ranch will settle the rubber
at any rate, satisfactorily to
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