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«XOVE* THE GIRL°f MySTERy mt iMWm • ; : * V By THM w - ** •:•> MASTER PEN «« äSKSSfSS Z's CopyrighU 1910. _ytt! ni«i*U picture right, rejer-Oei by tbe VniOerjat Film Mana/e, - taring Company. I which ij note, exhibiting thi, production in leading theaterj. Ityfrirg ■ ment, teilt be eligo oueiy p, - * 1^1 if > LUCILLE LOVE The Girl of Mystery By the MASTER PEN • 4 »» Copyright, 1914. All moving picture rights reserved by the Ualversal Film Manufacturing Company, which Is non exhibiting this production In leading theaters. Infringements will be vigorously prosecuted. This story is being shown at the Cozy-Tracy Monday», Tuesdays and Wednesdays of each week, afternoons and evenings Fifteen installments Fifteen weeks SYNOPSIS OF PREVIOUS IN STALLMENTS. Valuable governmental papers are stolen by Thompson, follower of Loubeque, in ternational spy, from General Love, whom Loubeque hates, in Manila. Love's daugh ter Lucille flies to a steamer to recover the papers in order to clear the name of Lieutenant Gibson, whom she loves. Loubeque, tampering with the wireless on the steamer, is hurt. Lucille nurses him in Lucille gets the papers, but the ship is wrecked. She is cast ashore on a Pacific , Island and is taken by a native chief to his hut to nurse his sick child. The native child is restored to health, and the grateful natives Idolize Lucille. Loubeque, also cast ashore, tries various plans to recover the papers, but In vain. Loubeque, baffled, forges a message from a neighboring chief to lure Lucille away from her friends. She falls into a pitfall, losing the documents. Loubeque's native afd steals the papers from his master, and Lucille takes them from the native after he is killed by a lion. She finds and follows an under ground passage in the jungle. Lucille falls into the hands of a tribe of ape men, whose leader drops a neck lace of priceless rubies, which she takes. She and Loubeque are rescued from the Island by a yacht commanded by Captain WetherelL The girl and Loubeque are set adrift in an open boat by Wetherell after she re pulses the captain's advances, and he takes the papers. Saved by fishermen. Lucille and Lou beque are In China. As she passes a house Loubeque's diary is thrown to her mysteriously. She tries to board a vessel bound for America. Loubeque recovers the papers from Wetherell. attempt to recover the papers. Lucille Stowe away. is caugnt ana dresses as a cabin boy with the aid of the captain of the steamer in order to ■earch Loubeque's stateroom for the pa pers. He catches her at work. Loubeque takes the papers from Lucille. Landing at San Francisco she Is kid naped by the spy and held a prisoner In Loubeque's house by Thompson. She throws a message from her window to the captain of the boat, who passes the house, and a light follows, which Lou beque wins. He Is hurt, and she takes and hides the papers. Thompson tries to steal the rubies. Tenth Installment CHAPTER XV. Correspondence Under Difficulties. WO days and never a sign more of Loubeque. Lucille bad fear ed and dreaded that first meet ing. The room assigned her was to all outward seeming a daintily furnished bedchamber; but trying the large win dows, she found they only could be let down from the top and were there covered by a thin netting of a metal that resisted every attempt at prying apart Looking more carefully, she saw this same filament of wire was interwoven with tbe glass so they could 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 she must escape. The thought of what Loubeque might be doing un impeded drove her brain tyrannically against a worn out body She had the man's diary, wherein was evidence against him of snch crimes as would have 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 spvlng her sweetheart Lucille knew she'could never bring herself to the point,, of making public such a docu ment She had the rubies from the throat of the hideous Idol In the sub T \ \ Times without num terrnnean cave her she regarded the glowing stones, shuddered at the blood red rays that mocked her from each facet. Imagining the heart of each to have borrowed some »f Its luster from the rivers of blood that had been sbed through the lure of its mocking light. Apparently she was free to come and go about tbe place as she pleased, but the very mockery of such a freedom made her real situation pall tbe more. Absorbed In tbe hopeless task of find ing 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 tbe fourth day. as she sat beside the window, dejectedly looking out upon the 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 expression on his face, a look of sympathy. In his bands he held a newspaper and Instantly she divlued It held something that would hurt her. She nodded slowly, catching her breath with an effort, fighting back her nameless terror. "Lucille"— The spy's eyes fell be fore tbe fear In the steady ones that met his own. "Lucille, you are too young yet to know that In the comple tion of any great work always there are those who must suffer." He stop ped. evidently finding It hard to con tinue. "1 would not barm you, Lucille; would not cause you one moment's grief or misery, physical or mental, for anything In the world. But 1 would allow not even the—yes. the love 1 bear you because of your likeness to your mother to stand in the way of destroy ing you utterly should you attempt to get In my path. And so 1 a in very happy today-very happy for myself, while 1 am at the same time very un happy because of your distress. I know you cannot understand my feel ing I only wish you to know that you have stolen the fruits, the sweets of my victory." "Victory?" She whispered the word aloud. Silently be put the newspaper In her outstretched hand. She took It numb ly, staring at the black, leaded type heading the column, staring at the fa miliar. the beloved name of her sweet heart there. When she looked up Hugo Loubeque was gone, had disap peared. But that did not matter to her The nature of bis disappearance did not even Impress her. Nothing mattered. now. The spy's victory was ap proaching completion. Lucille looked about her wildly. She beat her tiny fists against the window, then stopped at the utter futility of it She looked down, and her eyes stared wide into those of a pedestrian tbe sidewalk upon It was the captain of the ship who had been her friend. She waved her band, knowing from bis ex pression 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 psychological 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 he necessary. In despair Lucille looked about her. Paper she had. She tore the blank strip off the top of the newspaper page, tore It that the headline regarding Lieutenant Gibson appeared beneath It She star ed helplessly In the mirror, her teeth fastened viciously In her lower Up, 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 writs with— The blood drop fell upon the paper, carmining it LucUle gasped delight edly. Her hand seized a pin from the writing table and dabbled at the blot It had dried up. Nerving herself she lightly jabbed the pin Into the baU of her thumb, feverishly writing upon the blank paper. How painful It wasl How swiftly the blood dried! But she must—she must— "Prisoner of Loubeque—Here—Help —Read head"— She swayed slightly. She could en dure the torture no longer, sufficient He could piece together what he read, what she had told him aboard the ship, him with the fragmentary strip of paper? Tearing the necklace from about her throat she detached a Jewel swiftly and wrapped the atrip of pa per about It In one leap she had reached the window. The captain was still there. For a moment Lucille hesitated. She must break the window pane. Swiftly she took a slipper from her foot, drew back and brought the tiny heel crash SO It was But how to reach lng against the glass At the sound of smashing glass she beard a rustling without her door. The captain looked up at her. and simultaneously she filliped 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. She saw Thompson, the butler, slip hurriedly out of the door and take after him. Then a slight creaking, as of rusty hinges, and she stared about her In mute horror. She was moving down and walls were advancing forward. She was moving down and the room was moving with her. Came a little groan, a tremor run ning through the walls of the room. Looking up she could see solid steel walls passing Into place where the room she was In had been Merely a cage—an elevator had been the bou doir where she was a captive. The machinery stopped working abruptly. She peered over the edge of the room, for she was merely standing on a flat surface so far as one side was con cerned To her ears came the insist ent ringing of a bell A huddled, black mass showed almost beneath her. Crouching upon the floor she leaned over and gingerly groped at It with her fingers, drawing them sharply back as they encountered human flesh. For Just a second she faltered before investigating her discovery. Loubeque must have come from her room In this fashion. It might he that in some way Loubeque had fallen and injured tbe machinery. To stoop down, take the papers from bis pocket and hide them between the crack ot the floor of tbe room uud tbe bottom of the elevator was the work of an instant. As the room glided gently Into place without so much as a tremor she leap ed down and lifted the groauing man's bead to her lap She had come barely In time, for the spy was struggling feebly to get to his feet He smiled ruefully as he lighted a match and scanned the features of hls companion. For a second he appeared dazed, then swift consternation crossed his face as his hand shot toward the place where he bad placed the stolen papers. "Come." üe said quietly, hls tones silky, yet dry and cold and hard, "come, youug lady. Of course you un derstand the papers will be found, and this Is merely delaying the Inevitable." He did not wait for her to speak, merely touched her arm and assisted her to tbe platform. He stirred slight ly. Came the whir of machinery, al most immediately shut out more the room was in motion, going upward this time. She closed her eyes Instinctively before the mystery of It When she opened them ouce more she was In the place she dad left. Everything was as it had been save for a broken window pane and the presence of Lou deque. a I 1 Once all. He regurded her narrowly, still smoking silently. He opened hls lips as though to speak, then closed them sharply and stepped to the door, listen ing a moment, then ringing a bell, which was almost immediately swered by the butler and the woman who had first captured the girl. Hurriedly Thompson explained what had happened—the pebble wrapped strip of white paper which the outside had picked up, the manner In which he bad mysteriously disappear ed. eluding the butler's pursuit, the ad mlssiou of policemeu to the bouse and the throwing of the spring that lower ed the girl's room to the basement. "And he got out of the way, eh?" Loubeque frowned thoughtfully, then laughed a dry. barking laugh as he turned to the girl. "And with all this luck working for you, Miss Lucille, you see now how Impossible it Is to escape. an m : m Now 1 shall leave you alone to reflect upon the advisability of storing the packet to me. Until then you will not be disturbed even by a You may recall, my child, that thirst Is a very unpleasant tor ture." re servant He closed the door behind him very softly. Not a sound came from with out. Hunger, thirst, solitude-all three in this prison, this prison so much un like a prison that It was rendered only the more hideous thereby. And even though outsiders knew she was being detained here they could not find her, could not even secure adequate evi dence that she was here did they make an examination. She flung herself upon the bed, burying her face In her hands and giving way to sobs. She straightened, startled by a faint tinkle against the window pane. Swift ly she approached the window. Upon the street no one was In sight. She looked up and espied the face of the captain peering cautiously from over tbe brick wall above her. Feverishly she ripped at the netting which had been within the glass be fore sbe broke it. Carefully she drew the glas« inside and laid It upon the floor. The netting gave «lightly. She tore her hands opening the space until she could get her shoulders through. Slowly, round and round, she worked the opening. It was Anally wide enough. She looked up. The captain nodded briefly, then disappeared. In a moment he reappeared, slowly dangling a heavy rope from which he bad made u looped chair. Lucille edged her way slowly through the opening She stood upon the heavy sill outside, hanging to the netting with one band the while she reached for the rope with the other. The second time her Angers closed about It. Swiftly she tucked It about her skirts, then drew taut. Her feet swung clear of the ledge. Then she felt herself being slowly lifted, lifted In little spasmodic Jerks. Her Anger tips brushed the roof. Another pull and she had a Arm bold and was drawing herself over. Power ful hands closed about her wrists, when from below came a shout that told she had been discovered. With an oath the captain yanked her to the roof, jerked her there so violent ly she toppled and fell against him, straightened and caught his arm to support herself. From beneath them came sounds of pursuit, hurrying footsteps upon stairs, loud voices. Lucille seemed to have all the Initiative now. She grasped the man's arm and hurried him to ward the closest chimney Just as a sky light door Aung open where they had stood He drew a revolver and held It stead ily pointing toward the place. A chip of idaster crackled at their feet, cille looked down at a flattened lead bullet flred. man. "A silencer—Maxim silencer." be whispered. She nodded understanding. Together they crept in the shadow of the chim ney toward the thin brick dividing wall, the sanded roof scratching their hands terribly. Again that flutter of The captain turned and fairly hurled a shot from his revolver at the figures so cautiously approaching. A cry of pain followed the report and In the confusion, the pair made ä short rush. The pursuit grew bold now. Rose the voice of Loubeque. cold, steady, terri ble. Lu Yet there had been no shot She stared Incredulously at the chips. "Don't waste shots. Get the man with lead. Catch the girl." The captain's grip tightened reas suringly on her wrist. "If they get me." he said quietly, "take the gun and make them work." In the excitement he became separ ated from Lucille. She looked about, then uttered a cry of warning. He took a step backward, then instinctive ly lifted bis elbow as though to avert a bullet. Tbe movement overbalanced him and he disappeared over the edge, a groping, tumbling thing. From every direction came the pur suit. Lucille suddenly noticed there was no attempt made to close In upon her. but that she was being driven In a certain direction. A bullet dashed a spray of sand Into her face, and she darted aside—darted into a yawning blackness. When she opened her eyes she was surprised to find that there had been no fall worth mentioning, that she had merely been driven toward a trap door and caught as she toppled down. Lou beque was watching her, a curiously twisted smile playing about the corners of his mouth. "You have too many friends, Lucille," be said. "Yes," he murmured, after a mo ment's silence, "you are altogether too too slippery, too nerve racking a pris oner. I think, while the search for the packet Is going on It would save wear and tear on our constitutions to move you to my ranch—my ranch in Mexico. A beautiful spot," he smiled. "1 trust you will enjoy ft as much as I have." Lucille looked at him steadily. In the eyes of both glowed an Indomita ble purpose, a hard resolve, a mutual admiration. Loubeque smiled once more, this time grimly. "Honors bave been too even till now. 1 fancy the ranch will settle the rub ber satisfactorily—at any rate, satisfac torily to me." As Thompson, the butler-thief, swift ly descended to the ground floor and out Into the court and knelt over the body of the man who had fallen from the roof top, his bands fluttered over the man like tiny, white birds. Through the pockets he went, rifling them completely and replacing those things which would be of no value to him. He stopped as he unwrapped the note Lucille had written on the scrap of paper and bound about the ruby. Incredulity, avarice and puzzled de light fought for mastery upon hls face, in bis eyes. Secreting the ruby In his pocket, he carefully lifted his burden and carried It to tbe basement of the bouse. Then he took one last, loving look at his find and started In search of his master. Already a plan had en tered bis cunning brain to gain the rest of the necklace, a plan whereby Lou beque was to be no gainer. i s an< * the .key to CHAPTER XVI. A Thief Is Rudely Foiled. UIETLY LucUle allowed her self to be conducted back to tbe room from which she had Just made her escape. Her heart was so heavy over the death of the captain she did not care what happened. She had tried her best, but still faUure dogged her footsteps, sweetheart had resigned from the army under such a cloud as must have broken hls spirit completely, heart she knew was already broken by her seeming disbelief in him. Her father was entangled In the same net Q Her Hls t6e situation—a key with no lock to flt. She alone knew where the papers that would clear up the entire mys tery were located, and she was o pris oner. "Mr. Loubeque's compliments. Miss Lucille." murmured the butler as he noiselessly approached with , _ a tiny glass of liquor, "and he thought a tiny sip might prove beneficial to the nerves." "Thank you. Thompson," she mur mured sweetly. "Tell your present employer 1 shall gladly do so. But," she added, her eyes flashing malicious ly, "I forgot Mr. Loubeque has been your employer right along." "Quite so. Miss Lucille. Thank you." Before his perfect aplomb 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 man's eyes. She could not be mistaken In It. tongue to the delicious, fiery stuff and waited. She touched her A sensation of comfort slow ly 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, half an hour before her patience rewarded. It was was Then Thompson slipped stealthily Into the room. Lucille flex ed herself—a steel spring wound to Its last notch. Thompson approached swiftly, silent ly. He was beside her, leaning her, his hand groping at her throat; a little exclamation of triumph as bis Anger pads touched the necklace. It was spring uncoiled with tremendous sud denness. over in t^Js hands, and then the steel Taken by surprise before the vicious fury of the girl's attack the butler staggered back. Before he could re cover she was upon him, driving him toward the door. He lifted his bands to fend hts face, then stopped abruptly as be staggered Into his master. Just entering the room Hugo Loubeque waited, watching the furious girl and W p rutiled butler curl ously. A smile curved his Ups as he turned toward her "You object to the draft. I presume. 1 assure you it has no ill effects and will make the journey one of pleasure Instead of weariness." 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?" "1 came to see if the draft had taken effect" sulkily murmured the butler. "By what authority?" "Asking your pardon, sir, but 1 sug gested it and was afraid it might have a bad effect 1 grew to take an Inter est ln Miss Lucille In Manila, sir, and did not wish"— Loubeque frowned heavily, but cut him short with an Impatient wave of bis hand. Lucille felt a sudden im 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 draft?" "No!" "I assure you on my word as a gen tleman that ft will cause you no Incon venience. Further, I hoped not to be obliged to tell you that if yon 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 most save her strength to fight the big things. After a moment's hesitation, a shudder at the enticing colors shed from the stuff, 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 heeded, 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. * Low. rambling houses of Spanish architecture dotted the great area which the curiously fantastic, wholly artistic fence Inclosed. The grounds were laid out In orderly fashion, bloom ing like the garden of Eden with a riotous profusion of flowers and plants This was a new Loubeque she met there. Always had she associated him with the manner of her knowing him. Times he had been tender, other times he hud been cruel, always was ho craf ty, cunning, courageous, a one Ideal man. But now he seemed all poet, painter. She could hear the softened tones of his voice as, with some of hls companions, he wandered about the grounds, tenderly explaining to them the history, the beauty of the flowers, the cure species he had Imported for the place It was after one of these rambles that she noticed signs of some impend ing change about the menage. One morning he suddenly walked toward her, entering the house to shortly en ter her room. "1 am leaving today." he began ab ruptly, all the nature lover gone from hls cold, stern manner. "Again 1 ask you to tell me where you put the pa pers." "Then they haven't been found"— She stopped abruptly, realizing that her delight had revealed quite as much as hls demand. "I am sorry, Lucille, that you cannot see the folly of this. It Is your last chance to tell me. chance to count me a friend, waiting." She did not answer. Their eyes met and held, both filled with an unaltered purpose. Then Loubeque, without a word, left tbe room. Nor did she see him again. 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