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LUCILLE LO /E. The Girl of* Mysleru By the “MASTESR PEW" Copyright 1914. All moving picture rights reserved by the Univereal Film Manufacturing Company, who are now exhibiting thie production in leading theatere. Infringement will be vigoroutly prosecuted. CHAPTER XXXV. A (Hil With One Idea. EH INI* her, Lucille could hear the pursuit. Not a second could she 1 spare for thought of regret, Ihe wounded, dying man, even though I he had given up his life to assist 1 her was obliterated from her mind ns 'she dug tiny heels into the flanks of her mount, arid urged him onward. . . The moon that had seemed so friendly but. a short while before, W •«,* Mars that hud warned friendly candle* placed in their « - tbil sockets to light her wax had now l«om«' dread enemies, liffhtinfr up h, wa taking. Only the thick trop ical vegetation helped her at all, the giant ( acti, the huge palms with their low hung fronds, the shadows of the hushes and hedges casting mystic shape- here, there, and everywhere qml bewild ering those who followed. , , , Times, above the ringing of her horse s hoofs, dhf would hear the shout* of those behind her. Bow and then a message of lead would' whine it* dreadful tale into her ears, but all these were growing fainter, lean distinct with every leap of the animal she bcKt/rode. Remained now lait the last line of pickets she knew Loubeque had postid about the ranch. If only she could get past that line then it would i>e a desperate un dertaking for the one who met her on neutral ground. , ... * U bud Wn n biUor to bid© her time Often she had felt the temptation to rn» away from this place, even though she knew her chances for final success were nil, but always had she conquered and waited for the ripening of op port unit v. , , . And just when everything appeared hopeless, when the long road was darkest, love hud planted it* seed within the heart, of I.onheque’s follower and urged him to the sacrifice of honor and life to her isch|m\ Surely she eould not fml after the manner of her coming this far. Came the tolling of a bell from the ranch house. There was the unmistakable message of her escape in its bra/.en tongue. She looked hack, frightened Rockets of vnii-colored flames were criss-crossing the blue vault of night a myriad of man-mi) do shooting ftara her flig'Dt to every' one of the band. Desperate though she knew they were, from these signs, a feeling of des|siir instead of con fidence grew steadily in her heart. Respite tfm ape,.,| of her mount, the limits of Lotlbeque a great ranch had not v eit been reached. And after the ranch—if there wns to lx- any “after"—what then ? As though in Bturwer to the unspoken ques tion, simultaneously with the looming of the bayonet fenre Wore her. two men leaped from the shadows, springing at the horse’s hit. The beast swerved violently, almost unseating li«r ami tossing the man on liia left Into a ciwttns, where he rolled, howling in painful rage, as the pcevi le.s pirreed him 'I he second man had a firm hold upon the horse's head. Lucille saw he luvd eaiight the brute by the nostril* with hia free hand and was smothering him Into docility. In stinctively she leaned far over and snatched the revolver he wore from its holster, jamming it viciously up under his chin. The fellow » head ■hot lack jerkily, his eyes glaring glossily into hers, then he staggered hark, clutching futi I*l y for the weapon she had seized. With a hard, trickling, little laugh, *ha elnhlved the weapon and drew the sight roughly across her IvoraeN neck, scratching hltn so fierce ly he fairly lea|ssl over the distance thist wpar ■ted tier from the broad gate beside which the two sentinel* hud stood. As he darted madly through. Ihe whine of a bit of had passed so ekvsr she could feel the bi-eath of it upon her cheek. Something primitive within her was rrmsed, a wild, tierce joy of combat which she had never felt before. Leaning far forward upon the brute's neck, she turned and fired squarely at the spurt of flume that was leaping towards her out of the night. She saw the man leap into the flame, hia arms outstretched as a broad jumper throws himself at the tajve, then dug her heels once more into the dumb brute's flanks and sped on through the night. Hours, it seemed, she rode, with never the •digktmt slackening of the mad pace to which she originally set her mount, lie was lathered with foam but she had no pity on hltn. Her brain was fiercely chaotic, wild with the bloody memories of the night, intoxicated with the mad ness which had made a primitive thing out of her femininity, obsessed bv the delight of feel ing herself nivle to lie self-protecting among the most desperate of men. before, unconsciously, she had feared the potentialitties of Hugo Loubeque's strength. The mental power of her beauty and Innocence. Now, she knew these things to lie but. a cloak with which she had masked a woman, unrecognisable even to herself. She feared him no more, feared his threats no more. An old saying aha had beard a grizzled vet err. ti of her father’s command once utter came lruck to her ns she looked at the heavy wea|svn she still clung to: "Judge Colt made all men equal." She laughed triumph antly at the knowledge gained first hand of the truth of this saying. From is'vv on site had every advantage. She writ free and she knew where the stolen paper* and documents were secreted in the mysterious house of inexplicable disappearing rooms and stairs. She had the diary of Hugo Loubequn in her possession. and she had the ruby necklace which was equivalent to vast wealth. Hlie hail the outward seeming of guilelcaKticKH, was girl ish and delightfully effeminate, but alia knew the power of the claws she had, and her eyes rested fondly on the revolver, even as she urged her horse to greater speed. Across the 1 rootles* plain she rode w ith only the moon nnd stars looking down upon her, a wild, eerie figure of a bareheaded girl, llrhlnd the pursuit hud died away and before there was nothing save a slender ribbon of water that th# moon buried it* face Jn contentedly. Bhe heard voices, low pitched, yet carrying far in the silence of the night. Instantly 'she drew- rein and flung herself to the ground, listen ing Intently. Creeping cautiously to a slight rise, •he looked down ujsm an adobe shack, before which a little aquad of barefooted Mexicans loafed idly, their brown hnnda lazily supporting old-fashioned Springfield rifles, such as she re called the soldiers of Uncle Sam to have carried in the old dsn. From where she watched she suddenly no ticed a atir among the men. From the interior of th* shack atejiped a gaudily dressed little Mexican, evidently an officer, from the awkward salutes accorded him by the tatterdemalions gathered before the house. For some reason she could not analyse, Lucille listened eagerly, her breath coming in quick, eager gasp* as she over heard their daring plot to cross the river and stampede the corral of an American ranchman. A little cry of deHfht came from Let lip j s the heard their allusions to the United States cav alry they must sift through before hoping for success. Her eye* were glittering with excitement when she stole cautiously to the adobe shack, peering inside slowly and carefully liefore en tering. She knew all their plans and her blood was boiling but she also knew from what they had said that they too would tie on t.he look-out for any upset to the well laid plot. From a chest in the corner, which she hur riedly overhauled, she drew a similar suit to the one the little leader had worn. It would just about fit her and she must take no chances of trying to crois the Rio Grande attired as she was. Swiftly she ehanged, for every moment now was precious to others as well as to heraelf. Daughter of General Sumpter Love, she was afire with rape at the way the Mexicans had spoken of the border patrol of her country, the pre sumption of the plan she had heard outlined. The gaudy costume fitted her beautifully and the broad straw sombrero, with Its weight of silver eording and tassels made it easy for her feminine features to Vie unrecognizable even as it concealed her long hair. She was well pleased with herself when, again, she mounted her horse. The beast had been ready to drop in his track* any moment arid she had killed two birds with one stona while changing her costume. Cautiously toward the glittering ribbon of river she rode, her eyes always alert for any aign of the Mexican forag ing party. The horse hesitated at the hank of the si ream hut Lucille 1 wildly urged him forward. Cautiously the beast advanced one foot before the other, sinking lower and lower in the water, until, his feet giving out from under him, he launched out. Lucille held to the reins and thanked her stars for the forethought which had Induced her to change the skirts which would have weighted her down. She heard a huge sigh of relief as, dripping nnd dishevelled she stood upon the “right side of the Rio.” Up and down the Wink she looked for signs of the border patrol but none was in sight, Breathlessly she remounted and rodp up and. down. Still no welcome challenge from a soldier. Hut in the distance she could make out a tiny speck. The chances were It was one of the Mexican*. Rut something must, be done If the ranchman was to lie saved from, the plot she had over heard. Fiercely she urged her mount toward the speck in the distance, until her heart sank as she recognised the man for one of the plotter*. Cautiously she followed him, finding it very difficult because of the man’s own fear of detec tion. Hours it seemed to her she pursued the slinking figure until ft joined with two others. Gradually, after a few miles journeying, a great blaze shot high in air, a blaze punctuated by allots nnd wild cries. The three men cruelly dashed their spur* into the sides of their horse*. Came a thunder of sound as a great bunch of cattle from the remuda of the Amerioan were driven toward her by the fiendish Mexicans, lasi lie saw the danger she was in of being trampled underfoot by that wild herd, driven to frenzy by the flames end flopping revolvers from behind them. She urged her own horse to the right, escaping just os the remuda whizzed by her 1n a wild riot of sound. Here and there the Mexican* had as sembled themselves, always alert, tnarvelou* horsemen all, keeping the frightened beast* to gether while they drove them in a direct line for the river. Lucille felt a shot slash through the sleeve of her jacket. She reined in her horse instantly, for she knew the Mexicans hail passed. As she turned, she almost collided with a long-mous tafhed, grizzled man, driving bullet after bullet after the marauders. She did not apeak, did not even rein in, but urged her own horse beside hia, lirawing her revolver. The ranchman uttered a bewildered ejacula tion as he saw »he was of his own blood. “1 was trying to get there in time to warn you," she gasped. “There'* a chance of driving them into the patrol, if you know where it I*." Again he grunted his amazement at her woman's voice. Without another word, as though complete understanding had been established, he waved to the rights She drew hi;r revolver as her fresh ened horse ate up the ground beneath his feet. Time and again she tired, the sound of her own gun mingling with the rapid discharge of the ranchman’s to make it sound like a fusillade. Came a sudden abrupt wheeling of the stampede. Came a rifle shot, more like u cloth being ripped it was than anything else. Lucille heard the sharp voice of the sentry, saw the hesitancy of the Mexicans even as they huddled close together, facing that solitary figure in olive khaki, be striding his mount as though carved from granite. They looked hesitatingly behind them. The ranchman's revolver sounded and their leader threw his hands in the air and flopped over upon his horse's neck. The soldier's voice rang out to them and the frightened bandits threw down their short, carbine* in token of surrender. The sentry waited until Lucille and the ranchman catne up then listened to their story, at the end demanding their presence before hi* command ing officer. The girl listened silently to the expressions of gratitude bestowed upon her by the ranch man, then WBtched him as, following the cap tives lie entered the house to which they had been brought. It took but a little w-hile for the sentry to emerge with his captives, theu she caught her breath with a cry of delight as she recognized a young officer whom she had known in the Philippine®. He beckoned her silently, seating himself at. his desk and writing busiiy for a moment before nodding briskly that she should speak. A dancing imp of mischief was in her eyes as she uttered his name. 'AJeutenant Uarmody, don’t you remember - OH me i The younir officer** eve« opened a* wide as his month. He stared dumbly at the slender figure before him, knitting his' brows in an at tempt at concentration. Then Lucille removed her hat, allowing the roughly piled-up masses of hair to tumble over her shoulders while she laughed roguishly as she saw that still he did not dearly recall her. "Lucille Ixvve!" he gasped, half rising from his scat, his hands clutching the table edge so tightly hi* knuckles glinted a hlueiah black in the light from the incandescent bulb. “Lucille Love or her ghosts" “A very tired and hungry ghoat,” the laughed delightedly. "Jiist try me and see." Aa he summoned his orderly and guv* him instruction* to bring instantly some canned stuff, Lucille hurriedly sketched out her adven ture* to him. eagerly persuading him when his face showed that he half believed she had taken leave of her senses. Him expression was very grave when she finished. “1 suppose }on kuoii that Gibson was per- tnltted to resign and nobody knows where he went?” he queried. Hugo Loubeque showed me the newspaper," she nodded. "And father—” Her tone was numbed at being brought into such oiose contact with one who could realize what all these things meant. Ihe General is under a heavy cloud of suspic ion. He has requested an inquiry into his own conduct in the affair. The messages were most important, in fact their sale could harm us greatly.” “And the people think that I— ■" “You have long since been given up for drowned. Harley told of taking’ yon aboard the Empress. The. wreck is common knowledge, of oourse. I must, reassure them immediately.” “No,” she shook her head decidedly. “I have gone this far and I firmly believe some influence is at work on my behalf, helping me to do thingß better than any man could do them. The grief nrf my loved ones must- have let down a bit by now and it would be so much better if I could let them know that I am alive when I am su*> cessful.” "Rut- —” he protested. “No,” she shook her head firmly. “Yon hare no idea how dangerous a game it is, working against Hugo Ixtubeque. There is every chance that he may yet defeat me, that I may be killed or injured before I succeed. Father would de mand my return, papers or no papers. Can't you see what it means to me. what it would mean to be eompelled to stop the tight after all I have been through, after everything tells me that Providence is working with me against this man? Can’t you see that the man who has ruled and mined nations, who has compelled thousands to do his will, has every chance of success against anything a man could do?" The officer smiled the superior smile with which men are accustomed to treat the state ments of women, when they magnify the work they have done and the influence against them. Lucille merely took the diary of the spy from its hiding place and placed it in his hands, watching the swift changes of expression upon his face as he read, the muttered ejaculations of incredulous wonder and admiration and fear and terror with which he perused the items in the career of the greatest power working against his country. Finally he returned it to the owner. “Please eat," he said quietly, motioning to ward the end of the desk where the orderly was spreading a cold repast of canned meats and vegetables and steaming coffee, “and forgive me If I can’t talk now. I must think what is best to be done.” Lucille smiled as she devoted her attention to the repast. It seemed that centuries must. have elapsed since she discovered the bars of her win dow had been sawed through. It seemed that nothing so delicious had ever been served a mere mortal as the coarse food before her. She finally finished to find young Lieutenant Carmody star ing fixedly at her, his brow clouded. “It’a too much for me,” he muttered. “Of course it is,” she laugheij heartily. “And it would have frightened me almost to death if I had known beforehand what manner of man he was. But I have tested strength against him so often that it’s becoming the very breath of life to me. I firmly believe that I will win.” “But why?” “Because,” and all the mirth had gone from her face, all the laughter from the eyes that were reverently lifted, "because everything I have done has been done for the sake of love, and because love has watched over me and helped me. That is the reason. Lieutenant Carmody. Hugo Loubeque can never be beaten or brought to justice because of fear or hate, for his own powers in that direction ure greater than those of nations. He believes and has proven his be lief that nations are no stronger than the weak est man who is vested with any authority in them. Ilis diary shows that. I know that.” “Well?” The officer unwillingly agreed. “What do von propose doing? Isn’t there some way in which I can help you?” “Yes,” she answered promptly, “yon can let me have money. You can tell me how to dispose of one of these valuable rubies, or all of them, and you van help me catch the first train for San Francisco.” Carmody whistled aloud his amazed delight as he regarded the marvelous jewels in the neck lace she laid upon the table. Carefully he ex patiated upon the fabulous value of the thing, the care she must use in disposing of such jewels, jew els which would tempt the most honest men to forsake the paths of rectitude. Then he loaned her the money he had and Insisted upon her lying down and resting until he could skirm ish up some proper clothing and find out about the trains. It was dawn before she wakened and, thought ehe felt alarm lest he hod allowed her to nusa a train, hl§ reassurance and the eight of the clothing he had found for her made things seem much brighter. Then, too, the ninety odd dollars in currency seemed far more than even the ruble* about her neck. Several hours later she Imarded the train, assisted by a worried looking young officer, her heart light and gay for she felt within herself that the journey that had heen so long and so hazardous was finally nearing an end: that the famill-r, dear faces would surround her ou e'try side. Lucille’t Eyas Wars Glittering With Excitement. The reflection made the dreary trip a very happy one, served to while away the time with dreams of such surpassing beauty that, at times, she hail to close her eyes to shut out the radi ance of them. With every clamping of the wheels upon the frogs of the track, her heart gave up a song of confidence. For Hugo Lou beque had put forward his own strength against her and added to this the strength of a portion of his organization. He had imprisoned her in two apparently impregnable places, and still she was here, all unbeknownst to him, speeding to ward his house, intent upon beating him once and for all. And, in the compartment at which she stared with unseeing eyes Thompson regarded her in the mirror, his own eyes glittering with mali cious -triumph and with avarice. CHAPTER XXXVI. Thompson Finds Persistence Is Its Own Rexmrd. ’J'HOMPSON crouched bock in his compartment, feigning slumber while the porter made up hls bed. He awakened drowsily and tipped the man, then made pretence of slipping out of his coat, Immediately the porter disappeared he became the incarnation of energy. His hands nervously fumbled with the lock of his grip, opening it finally and disclosing a secret trap in the bottom from which he took an atomizer, a pair of nippers, and a bottle of pale viscid fluid. For an hour he waited, motionless, not even his fixed eyes blinking as he regarded the cur tains of the berth Lucille occupied. After that time he slipped to the smoking compartment, to find the porter engaged in an argument with the club car man. He listened a moment then strolled back to his compartment. He was swift; he was certain; he was sure. Not a sound did he make as he strode boldly down the lurching aisle, his tools in big hand. Deftly parting the curtains, he looked down upon the sleeping girl. No atom of pity was in his heart. All the thief now, his eyes glittered as he allowed them to rest upon the glowing strand of stones about her neck. Swiftly he leaned over, applying his pinchers to the gas jet and unscrewing it so that the odor of the gas slowly began filling the stuffy section. Then he gently sprayed the ether across her face, never moving when she unconsciously stirred to fight off the anaesthetic. Her breathing became heavier while her lips took on a bluish tinge. The gas was becoming stronger and he knew her condition would be ascribed to asphyxiation when she recovered from the effects of the ether. Stooping, with no appearance of care now, he unfastened the rubies from her throat. A moment he waited, slipping them in his pocket, then he slipped back to his own compartment. Carefully he repacked his grip, tucking the necklace in his breast pocket. Against the door he crouched, waiting. No trace of anxiety he showed. He was con fident of himself. Came a clamping down upon the ties as the air brakes worked. Thompson threw open his window, looking out to discover it was opposite a tiny station. With a pocket knife he cut out the screen that separated him from the tracks. Cautiously he looked up and down the track. The train was slowing down. He tossed his bag far out from him then slipped partially through the window. The lights of the station were al most in hls eyes when he jumped, landing on his feet and regaining his balance with an effort. Then he permitted himself the luxury of a smile. The next train through would be time enough and—the booty in his breast pocket was worth many risks. CHAPTER XXXVTI. The Colorless Passenger With a Scar. TUCILLE felt herself struggling with a desper ate enemy, one whose fingers were of steel as they fastened themselves about her throat, grasped at her breath and held it despite her utmost efforts. Even in the effort to waken, un successful though it was, she seemed to recog nise the calm, imperturbable, business-like fea tures of Thompson. Then she felt a sensation of ease and com fort and peace such as had not heen hers for a long time, and she allowed herself to drift away upon the gently flowing river that hummed its song in her ears. She awakened to find herself being shaken violently by the conductor and a porter whose ebony face had changed to a saffron shade. Her head ached so fearfully that she pressed her feverish palms to her temples to keep it from bursting. Her throat and mouth felt as though she had been subsisting upon a diet of cotton soaked in oil. She staggered to her feet and stood, dazed and bewildered, in the aisle of the car. The con ductor turned her over to two women, who stood with her upon the platform, supporting her trembling figure while the fresh air drove awai the fumes of chloroform and gas to which she had been subjected. First she felt the rush of the train, the dot ting of lights in the distance, the rush of the train past the lights only to come upon a new cluster. And she was rushing—rushing —rushing just like these lights to a vai eruous blackness which she could not describe even to herself. Suddenly the reason for her being upon the tram came to her and her hands sought her breast, then her throat. With a little cry she staggered back into the arms of the women. “Robbed 1” she gasped. “I have been robbed!” The women looked at one another pityingly, then incredulously and finally believingly as they caught the pallor and sanity on the girl's face. Tr X think, my dear,” one of them plead t°u have been asphyxiated—the light-socket in your section was loose and the escaping gas—" Lucille did not answer. Summoning all her strength, she turned the knob of the door and sought the conductor. He looked incredulous at the girl's charge, but investigation showed that the light had been tampered with. Nothing, however, could be done before reaching San Francisco except a search of the car. Lucille went with him from place to place, scanning every face. But she knew who had done this thing. AA’hen she fought against the fingers of the drug they had been the fingers of Thompson. When she had slipped from peaceful slumber into the drugged stupor it was Thomp son she had been bravely fighting. But Thompson—where had he disappeared? What had become of the man? She knew it had been him, knew it even though the face she looked into while she fought had been scarred recently, showed a white streak that gave a sinister expression to his otherwise smug '*nnt tenance. * She wondered if that streak had been bullet-made one of the Mexican who, for love of her had given up his life out there on the ranch of Loubeque. Whether or no, she was positive that Thompson was the thief. “We know who the thief was. Miss,” re ported the conductor a little later. “He had the compartment facing your section. The screen is cut out. He must have dropped out the window after working his game.” Lucille smiled faintly. “A medium sized man, rather dark, plainly dressed, with features that nobody would notioe especially and—a livid scar across the side of his face,” she murmured. The man looked at her in surprise. “Thompson,” she murmured. “Yes, it was Thompson. I was positive from the first.” As the conductor corroborated her descrip tion of the thief, she lay back against the dusty cushions of her seat, idly watching the train charging across the landscape. She had started badly but she clenched her teeth firmly. Her purpose was firm as ever, her rage a bit higher. CHAPTER XXXVIII. The Kern Eyes of Loubeque. J-JUOO LOUBEQUE cursed profoundly to him self as he paced up and down the floor of his San Francisco house. From below came the sounds of his servants, searching into every nook and 1 cranny of the mysterious house for the packet of papers and documents he knew Lucille had hidden here. Already they had been through the place twice and as yet no sip- ’’ad come to light of their resting place. • He frowned heavily as he went to the -vin dow- and looked down upon the street, deserted now save for the old woman who trudged toward the place. She carried a basket of fruit over her arm and Loubeque smiled grimly as she dis appeared from his sight, then reappeared after being turned away from the door by the servant. They had been bothered a great deal the last two days by all sorts of women, venders and peddlers and agents, bothered until he had or dered an explicit sign over the entrance, barring them. But now, as he idly studied the woman, something about her caught and held his atten tion. She moved slowly but there was an affecta tion about that slowness which had no kin with decrepitude. Came a ring at the door bell as the post man stepped up the little walk. But Loubeque did not heed him. His eyes w’ere fastened, like those of a hawk now, upon the old woman. She had stopped beside the alarm box on the corner lamp post. Suddenly the bent form straightened and he read the impulsive resolve of Youth in every movement of the illy attired old woman Her hand groped upon the ground. He saw her pick tip a stone and smash the fire alarm. He waited, his eyes still fastened undeviatingly upon her figure. Came the sound of fire engines, rolling down the street in a black cloud of smoke, engines, they always seemed, of destruction that could have nothing to do with saving lives or property, loubeque watched the woman. She dashed to ward the captain as he darted up in his light buggy, pointing eagerly toward the house of the spy, her eyes glowing with excitement. Then Loubeque smiled as he pressed a bell and or dered the search to stop immediately. Before the rush of firemen with their hose the door opened. Their heavy feet slumped upon the stairs, throughout the house. But Loubeque did not move. He watched Lucille as she tossed aside the habiliments she had worn over her girl ish clothes. She looked swiftly about to make certain no one was in sight. Then she swiftly approached the extra truck upon which the slickers and hats of the firemen were laid. Once more she looked about her then flung herself into a long rubber coat and jammed a helmet over her head. Loubeque smiled once more, a broader smile this time, as she darted up the walk and into his house. Swiftly he peered over the stairs. Without an instant’s hesitation Lucille had sped to the basement. He tiptoed to the room that had been assigned her when he held her captive here. Pressing a button, one wall of the room opened. He peered below, watching her as, be low, she searched feverishly for the papers. Loubeque quietly moved back to his own room. Slowly his fingers reached out. Came a slight clink of machinery. Then the spy stepped below and received the assurance of the fire cap tain that everything was well. His smile was that of a man quite positive that everything waa more than well. CHAPTER XXXIX. The Best Laid Plans. * T UCILLE started violently, just as her hands enocuntered the packet of begrimed papers and documents. A faint, humming sound mingled with the heavy tread of the firemen above stairs. But she had won, was victorious after many de feats. Still, that sound— She seemed to have heard it before. With a little cry of horror she looked up, her hands clasping the packet to her breast. The room that had been her boudoir was slowly closing down upon her, was moving down, down, down, its dark floor threatening to crush her like a letter-press closes upon its contents. Then it stopped. She looked toward the door through which she had entered, her delight at the escape dying before the sight of Loubeque's tall, saturnine fig ure in the doorway, the glowing cigar tip pick ing out hi* every feature, the hateful smile upon his face. He extended his hand, bowing grace fully, sardonically. ‘“The packet of papers. Miss Lucille, if you please," he murmured. ((\nitiuued Next Week.^