LUCILLE
LOVE
The Girl of Mystery
Hy the
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MASTER PEN"
Copyright, 1914. All moving picture
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CHAPTER VII.
A Chief Borrows From a Chief.
ON going into the little street
she noticed the chief in ear
nest conference with his
daughter and an old native
woman whom Lucille had no recollec
tion of seeing about the village before.
Had she but known this was but an
cther servile tool of Hugo Loubeque's
what future dangers she might have
been saved: Coming closer, she knew
that it was a stranger. Moreover, from
the light upon the crone's wrinkled
"Countenance and the furious gesticula
tions she made toward her she felt that
ehe was the object of controversy. And
the daughter of the old chief seemed
adding her pleas to those of the old
.woman with effect.
Lucille stood a little apart, watching
the conference as it disbanded She
had picked up enough of the language
to make out an occasional word, but
the gestures of the three had been un
mistakable. She waited quietly while
the trio approached her. feeling that
lu some way the problem that had
been harassing her was to be answered
without further worry on her part.
She smiled at the chief's efforts to
make her understand what he desired
of her, smiled and shook her head as
the withered old woman made an
equally unsuccessful attempt. But the
little girl took the situation in hand.
Without much difficulty Lucille made
out from the child that the old woman
came from a chief greater than her fa
ther, who lived in a village not far dis
tant; that the wonder of her curative
ability had reached his ears, and he
earnestly prayed the white woman be
loaned his own wife for a nurse, that
she might be cured of an illness which
seemed certain to be fatal.
Lucille saw from the glum expres
sion on the old chief's face that even
though it might bring him into trouble
with his neighbor chief, he was more
than loath to part with her. She also
saw that the child, with the remem
brance of her own illness fresh upon
her, had allowed her heart to go out
to the wife in such sympathy that she
had persuaded her father to permit the
loaning.
Her heart gave a great throb of de
light at this unexpected answer to her
prayer. She had known there would
be trouble getting away with the pa
pers just as she had determined that
she must leave. There was no possi
ble chance of regaining civilization
from here. There might be no chance
in another place, but there was hope,
and, while it was meager sustenance,
anything was better than the strain of
knowing impossibility. Anything ap
pealed to her so long as it embraced
n change, for change spelled renewed
hope. Then, too, Hugo Loubeque
would be temporarily at least thrown
off the trail.
In an hour she had mounted the
chief's own horse, her very soul re
joicing at the familiar feel of an easy
canter. Beside her rode the old wo
man, mumbling continually to herself
as though she were keeping track of
the devious turns in the wilderness of
vegetation through which their way led.
Once Lucille was conscious of a
vague feeling of mistrust as she look
ed back at the squat figure of the old
woman ambling along stolidly as some
heathen idol, ouly her ratlike eyes
emkting flashes of fire from between
the layers of wrinkled, brown, droop
Ing lids.
Faster, faster she urged her horse as
Bhe saw a clear stretch of trail open
ing before her, her hand continually
reaching up and feeling the precious
burden about her neck. Then she
looked back for her escort, when the
Lucille at the Door of Her Hut.
ground seemed to" grow' soft, to slip
up from under her mouut's hoofs and
send her hurtling down down-down
she knew not where nor why down
into blackness at which her hands
clutched vainly, clutching nothing from
the dark down into a blackness that
seemed stifling her until it reached up
and mercifully compassed her con
sciousness. -
Hugo Loubeque curtly dismissed the
withered crone who handed him the
sack containing the documents Lucille
had worn about her neck. In his eyes
glowed no light of triumph. First thc,
had lighted with a strange relief, bu:
now they. seeinetL fastened upon a
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memory filled with vague regret as
he visualized the girl, lying helpless at
the bottom of the pit lie had caused
his native to dig across the trail.
Suddenly he sprang to his feet, once
more the man of action. Pity this girl,
daughter of the woman he loved, he
might, but she was not the sort to lie
supine while he made away with the
papers for which she had gone through
so much already. Suddenly he tore
open the bag. dumping the contents
out before him and running through
them nervously. When he looked up
the light of disappointment, almost
ear, was upon his face.
The amulet, the sacred amulet which '
had served her so well, would continue j
to serve her so well as long as she con- '
tinned in this land, was still in her !
possession. lie had failed to tell the
:rone to steal that also. And the old
Woman had reported that she was j
merely stunned. The sacred amulet
which would make her revered by any
savage she chancel to meet was still j
hers, while he, Hugo Loubeque, would
tind every hand against him. j
lie moved swiftly now, preparing for
his long journey through the jungle,
away from her zealous pursuit and to
ward possible relief, for so long as Le
remained here Lucille had every one
for friend and assistant, while he "feud
only those he might gain through fear.
Lucille stirred, opened her eyes in be
wilderment, unable to piece together
any connection between the black hole
in which she found herself and the
narrow trail through the jungle along
which she had urged her horse. Grad
ually it all came back to her. Her
hands sought her bosom, and, with a
little groan of utter misery, she gave
way to uncontrollable sobs.
The reaction did her good, worked
wonders with her. In that spell of
self pity father, home, sweetheart,
everything, was forgotten before tiie
horror of her own predicament. Fin
ished with it, she gathered every facul
ty, mental and physical, and scrambled
to her feet. Above her as she lifted
her eyes she made out a streak of light,
threaded between aisles of dense leali
ness the sun piercing home into the
jungle. She moved forward, her hands
before her, groping. Something soft
and motionless and so still it caused
her to shudder met the toe of her boot.
She drew back in swift alarm, know
ing it to be the body of the horse she
had ridden, a great feeling of grateful
ness at her own escape from a similar
fate warming her through and through.
Mastering the innate repulsion within
her. she stepped upon the corpse, her
hands reaching up and finding the
smooth edge of the hole that had been
dug across the roadway to entrap her.
Her fingers found the roots of a tree,
roots so stout they bore her weight.
For a moment she waited, gathering
her failing strength for the supreme
effort. Then she sprang up, gathering
her knees under her, relaxing slightly
before putting forward every ounce of
her strength and drawing herself to
the warm surface of the road.
About her on every side the jungle
breathed, loathsome, fetid, horrible.
Like some giant monster it seemed to
spread its myriad tentacles in every
direction, barring egress, fastening
upon the one who chanced to stray
within it, sucking at one's very vitals.
The chatter of monkeys and the
shrieks of birds filled the air.
But no odds how bleak the prospect,
how forlorn the hope, one always feels
courage renewed when one' has just
glimpsed a greater danger and averted
it. Lucille had known within thequar- j
ter hour the horror of blindness, and
her heart leaped high with joy at be- !
ing able to see these thiugs. In thid
same jungle with her, in quite as bad
a predicament, was Hugo Loubeque.
and with Hugo Lobeque were the pa
pers she had fought so hard to recover.
She spoke aloud, her voice trilling a
note so foreign to this black abode
that even the animal life was silenced
in amaze. "lie shall not keep the pa
pers long!" were her words.
The thought braced her as would a
douse of cold water. To right, to left,
before her and behind was naught but
jungle. Which way should she turn
to come across the international spy 7
She felt the amulet about her neck
with nervous, plucking lingers, as
though seeking to read the answer
there. Safety lay behind, back along
the trail in the village of the chief
who had so reluctantly permitted her
to answer the trumped up message
from his neighbor. But she did not
wish safety. She wanted the papers
and civilization. In which direction to
go she must leave to the power that
had guided her steps so far. but she
knew she must make quick choice.
As though her question was to ba
answered for her, she noticed the chat
ter of the monkeys suddenly changing,
observed a wild alarm in their voices,
and. looking up, saw a host, an army
of them, huddled close together, then
slipping swiftly in wild disorder from
tree to tree. Lucille felt a thrill of
something more than uneasiness com
ing upon her as she stared into the
blackness to make out the reason for
their alarm. Swiftly she shrank back
before the blazing balls of tire that
were fastened upon her from . the
heavy wall of vines and creepers.
Again that crackling of twigs, this
time in greater volume, and where be
fore but one pair of wild eyes had
stared at her there were now many
eyes. She recollected the fires her sav
age friends had built of nights that the
jungle beasts might not disturb them
But she had no means of lightins a
fire. She was alonp. with nothing tn
assist her save her own ingenuity
retreated slowly, fear hanging
She
her feet, holding her back eveh as low
growls indicated that her retreat vras'Zr o V . IT . Mon' to
observed and would probably be taken
for a sign of fear.
At the sound the trees were shaken
violently by another rush of the little
tree men. It gave her an idea instant
ly. Even as the eyes grew miracu
lously into long, graceful bodies Lu
cille reached up and grasped the thick
wails of creepers daugling from a giant
trunked tree. Came a rush so silent
and sure footed she could hear but the
faint pat, pat of the leopard's feet, fol
lowed by a heavy click of jaws, in
stinctively she drew her feet up nnder
her and, fear lending impetus to her
movements, clambered swiftly up the
vines until the welcome crotch of the
Iree supported her.
Higher and higher she climbed until
the terrifying sight of the leopards
encircling the free v.-as shut from
tyes !:y the !:n V foiiatre bone.-uh
iii.iiifd i ni! hrr mu-!'s at-hed. Himh
'd until even the -r!ii'.-hing f twigs
beneath failed to reach up to her.
Beneath her sYrsyrd the jungle.
Above her fki:erol a myriad of stars.
Like peepholes in some gnat theater
curtain they were through which the
master player might watch what was
going ou in las world. They thrilled
Lucille with their familiarity. So long
she had been here in this jungle she
seemed to have forgotten the existence
of stai's, regarded them as old friends.
These same stai'3 that looked down
upon her now were looking down upon
Manila, upon her father, upon her sweet
heart. These same stars were candles
of truth that woald not, could not, un
blushingly look upon such a disaster as
threatened her being consummated.
And then her eyes were halted, stay
ed in their review of the stars by
the sight of a long, thin spiral of
smoke rising and reaching up toward
the stars in wispy fragility. It came
from miles to the westward. But Lu
cille knew that smoke for fire and the
fire to be that lighted by human hands.
CHAPTER VIII.
Loubeque Fights Down a Strang
Emotion.
YOTjBEQUE could not have explain
ed why had he tried, but the
thought that Lucille still pos-
sessed the mystic amulet given
her by the savage chief for saving his
daughter's life and which had served
in such good stead against his machi
nations worried him more than a little.
True, his plot had succeeded, the pit
his servant dug across the trail had
swallowed her up and the old native
crone had brought him the precious
papers. But he was worried. He felt
himself at times almost wishing to be
rid of the qualms which had forbade
his serving her with a death sentence.
She had the mystic amulet still and.
always plotting in advance those
things he wished done, it bothered him
not to know exactly how great the
power of that amulet was.
Together with the uncertainty of his
position, with realization of the in
tense loneliness, his inability to speak
the language of any people he might
chance to meet, the international spy
fought his way through the jungle in
more of a spirit of terror than he ever
experienced before. Nights, when he
would build fires to fend off wild
beasts that gathered in a circle and
stared with their blazing eyes from
out the blackness, he would find her
face emerging from the flames.
"Is it possible that I love her as I
loved her mother?" he asked himself.
But he fought against the thought.
Forcing his marches hi mad desire
to weary his body so at night his brain
would succumb to the utter weariness
that gripped him, Hugo Loubeque tried
to fight away this change that was
struggling to take place within himself.
He noticed a growing sullenness ou
the part of his servant, a sulky obedi
ence which came ouly grudgingly aft-
er rage had tipped his master's tones i
with menacing decisiveness.
lie de-
cided to watch the fellow more care
fully, though at the same time laugh
ing at himself for the nervousness
which was growing upon him.
It was late in the fourth night that
he finally saw to the fire his servant
had prepared and stretched out. sink
ing almost instantly into profound
slumber. He had fought against heavy
sleep, for the actions of the native
bad been unusually furtive and rest
less all day. The wakening was of
the most abrupt.
He started bolt upright, looking in
stinctively toward the place where his
servant should have been. But the
man was gone, and the fire was scat
tering wildly about, as though some
one had intentionally disturbed it that
the jungle beasts might lose their fear
of this man and pounce upon him.
He heard the crackling of twigs under
feet too swift to be other than those
of man in terror, caught a glimpse of
a wavering, flashing flare of torch
light, heard the piercing wail of a
man's voice.
Grasping his revolver. Loubeque
sprang to his feet, instantly wide
awake. For just a second he waited
there, then drew a steady aim upon
the leaping torch. The gun spoke, fol
lowed almost instantly by the shrill
voice of Lucille.
"Don't shoot! It's a lion"
Loubeque allowed the revolver to
drop to his side. Suddenly the wonder
of her being at his camp site struck
him, and simultaneously his haud
sought the sack about his neck. It
was gone.
Even as he darted forward, fighting
madly against the black tangle of veg
etation that barred his way. he was
withheld by some feeling within from
nnng the revolver at that torch. lie
could hear the low growls of a wild
animal, caught a stray glimpse of Lu
cille standing over a dark, shapeless
figure of a man beside the bank of a
little stream, while, before the waving
torch she had snatched from the camp
lire of her enemy, a great lion was
silently retreating.
Loubeque caught a glimpse of this;
then in his efforts to reach her side
he was shut from sight completely.
He tried to stumble back to her when
the ground seemed to kick up its heels
and slide backward. Ho clutched vain
ly for support, his hands encountering
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tne arm of a man
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j I he little bag that contained the papers
was not to be found.
j Loubeque fought his way back to the
ppot where he had made his Are. read
lly locating the spot where Lucille had
' driven away the lion from his prey.
! But Lucille had disappeared, vanished
ns completely as though the earth had
Bwallowed her up. The international
Ppy stood a long time in silence beside
the place where he had seen the wav
ing torch. And there was that in the
eyes that looked down at the revolver
in his band which told that nest time
he would not hesitate to use it
For three days Lucille kept very near
that eampflre light, furtive as any of
the animals that prowled about, guard
ing herself against them by the same
fire that protected her enemy. At times
only the watchfulness of Loubeque,
his catlike slumber, prevented her car
rying out her audacious plot to steal
the little bag in which he still carried
the papers.
It was the night of the fourth day
that she decided to take a desperate
chance, the same night that creeping
Loubeque Kept a Careful Watch.
close upon the camp she saw some
thing about the actions of the native
that made her keep very still. She
caught her breath with a little gasp
as she saw the man creep noiselessly
toward his master and purloin from
about his neck the precious bag which
carried the papers she bad come so far
to rescue.
As he crept away from his victim
Lucille slowly rested her feet, her
whole soul quivering with delight, for
there would be no difficulty with this
native compared to the coping of
wits and resources with the powerful
brain and body of Loubeque.
Lucille's trailing of the native was
halted abruptly by a wild cry of
alarm, followed by a loud screech of
pain, the thud of bodies falling heav
lly, a horrid, ripping sound. Dimly
she glimpsed the shadowy outlines of
a magnificent lion, bead lifted as
though he listened for some one, his
paw reaching out and resting upon a
shapeless, groaning mass she knew for
the thieving servant. Without a thought
of consequence, with nothing save the
primal urge of saving life, she leaped
across the narrow space that separat
ed her from the spy's canipfire. kick
Jng the embers right and left, grasping
the hardiest flamed knot of them all
and, darting toward the lion, waved
the torch fearlessly.
The animal uttered a low growl,
stood his ground for a moment before
this menace that darted at him. then
tucked his tail between his tegs anrl
sinnii back into the jungle from which
be bad appeared so unexpectedly. l.u
c-liie bent over the wounded man. ut
tering a low cry ot sympathy as she
turned away in terror from the horrt
bly wounded torso. Gradually it
dawned upon her that the man was
dead, quite dead. She could not real
ize it instantly; then the voice of Lou
beque's revolver spoke, and she utter
ed her warning cry.
The shot brought everything back to
her.; She was here, not to sympathize
even with one wounded to death, but
to save her sweetheart's honor. Sh
found the sack and looked back to
where she could see Loubeque ad
vancing.
For just a second she paused. Then,
some impulse governing her, she thrust
the burning knot of wood between the
Interstices of a nearby latticework of
vines and slunk stealthily to the right,
knowing the spy would follow the
light Instead of herself. Even as she
watched his movements, glorying in
the success of her strategy, her hand
pressed against something cold and
damp. She looked swiftly down at
the stone ruins beside her. along which
she had been walking, ruins covered
with thick tropical vegetation. She
passed her fingers over the stone she
had first encountered, rubbiug away
the mud and creepers that covered it
so completely.
Suddenly, without the slightest warn
ing, she saw the ground moving, mov
ing restlessly as it woulu move had
some monster mole been burrowing
beneath Its surface. It was moving,
moving directly under Loubeque. She
started back, wide eyed at the spec
tacle of a great stone door suddenly
springing wide and hurling the man
who had stood upon it to one side com
pletely out of her sight. She advanc
ed timidly, taring about for sign of
the spy, but he was not to be seen.
She peered' down the black hole that
bad opened, wonderingly, half inclin
ed to believe herself in a trance, for a
flight ot stone steps reached up to her.
reached up from the blackness, a
blackness which her eyes could not
pierce, try though thoy would.
A bit terrified, yet with curiosity 1r
resistible. Lucille timidly put a foot
upon the first step, then halted. She
waited a moment, then followed her
right foot with the left. As though
eome giant hand nrgo: tier down, her
reluctant feet moved slowly, step by
step, down the long flight. And always
would she stare in nameless terror lest
the door be suddenly closed and her
means of exit barred. And even as she
looked her premonition of evil was
verified.
Slowly, very slowly, the stray light
that opened down to her through the
passage narrowed, disappeared. To
her ears came the sound of feet, swift,
sure About her was such blackness
as she had never even imagined be
fore. Slowly she groped her way back to
the steps, finding the last one and feel
ing about for some means of throwing
back the opening. The steps beneath
her feet were slippery, worn as though
the feet of thousands and hundreds of
thousands had passed that way for as
many years. And always about her.
yet never so close as to come in con
tact with her, were the owners of the
feet that slipped and glided sure foot
edly npon the steps. Above her that
solid wall; beneath her steps that led
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about her. human beings whom she
could not see.
Curiously clawlike hands, but human
hands, sought out her wrists, drawing
her down the steps, silently, with un
devlatlng purpose, but. never harshly.
Realizing the futility of resistance, her
utter helplessness, Lucille numbly al
lowed herself to be conducted down
the long flight A veritable annv seem
ed to swarm before and abtffit her,
judging from the footfalls. The hands
upon her wrists were cold, unhealthy,
hairy, yet the sounds of the voices of
her captors were harsh gutturals, In
comprehensible, yet human.
"This Is the end of all for me!" she
said in her terror.
(To be continued.)
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North Carolina, in book 255 at page
340, I will on the 15th day of Decem
ber, 1914, sell for cash at public auc
tion to the highest bidder in the
town of Scotland Neck, North Caro
lina, at 12 o'clock M., in frcnt of the
Planters & Commercial Bank, the
following described real estate, to
wit: That lot or parcel of land, in
Halifax county, North Carolina, be
ginning at a path between the lands
of J. M. Tillery and Alex Strickland
at William HiU's corner, thence in a
southerly direction, along his line,
105 yards, to Strickland's line, thence
westerly 43J yards to a stake, thence
northerly 105 yards to said path, and
nlong said path to the beginning,
being the same land conveyed to the
said Tom James by J. M. Tillery and
described in book 248 at page 220 of
the register of deeds office in Hali
fax county.
Stuart Smith, Tru?tee.
This 14fh day of November, 1914.
Administrators' Notice.
Having qualified as executors un
der the last will and testiment of D.
A. Madry, deceased, late of Hal
ifax County, North Carolina, we
hereby notify all persons having
claims against said deceased to pre
sent them to us within one year
from the date of this notice, cr said
notice will be pleaded in bar of their
recovery; all ' persons indebted to
said estate will please make immtdi
ate settlement.
Nov. 26, 1914.
J. W. Maday & J. E. Bullock,
Executors.
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