The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1899-03-26

gin. two days march from IL Aghouat,
then held in such force by the French q &C
dared not attack IL.
Reaching Medagin at noon We encamped-
When the stars shone both Gabrielle and
DeFTeyVille sang US some French chansons.
the one accompanying the other upon thu
hollows in the sand TO form our couches L
borrowed gun from one OF the Arabs. in
tending TO go out at dawn to shoot some
abounds Ere day broke / rose and leaving
the whole camp In slumber, strOlled away
to rocky spot 1 had on the previous day
noted as likely place TO find the birds.
II was on the edge of the oasis. at some
distance from the well where we had en-
camped. When l arrived there the sun had
not risen, and the birds were still roosfing-
Therefore, with my rifle loaded with a
bullet for had no small shoO. sat down
10 wait
For perhaps half an hour / had remained
when my quick ear detected the sounds OF
horses hoofs. Believing the newcomer To
be a French vedette L drew back behind a
large bowlder. with the barrel OF my rife
placed upon the top Of the rock In readiness
to pick him on as he passed On came the
horseman, until suddenly he emerged from
among the miosas ara euphorbias. An
ejaculation OF dismay involuntarily left my
lips. There was not one horse, but two
The riders were fugitives. They were our
prisoner of war, Lieutenant De Freyviilex
and Gabrielle Bonnemain, the woman I
loved.
Mounted upon horses they had secured.
they spurred forward together at headiong
speed. Their way on to the desert lay
down a narrow stony ravine. TO traverse
which they would be compelled 10 pass
close by the spot where L was lying I'm
ambush on they came swiftly, without
word Inwardly gloated over my revenge
This man was stealing from me the wom-
an | loved dearer than life. And she-she
had declared that she loved mel Yet her
words were foul lies She should die.
/ fingered the trigger, and held my gun
to my shoulder, in readiness as the pair
pressed forward, unconscious OF their ap-
preaching doom. IL ever the spirit OF MUIR
der entered my soul. IL was at that moment.
When within leopard's leap OF the mug
zle Of my rifle she turned back toward her
companion. uttered some gay words TO him.
threw back her head and laughed lightly.
displaying her white teeth.
raised my rifle and took deliberate aim
at her painting breast. My hands trembied-
Next second a food OF bitter recolectlons
surged through my brain. l remembered
those solemn words she had uttered: We
are OF different race. different creeds.
What is right in thine eyes is sin IN mine:
what is worship TO thee is TO idolatry-
II is the very fact that we love one another
that should cause Us 10 part and forget
Yes, my encfantress had spoken the truth
Ny hands Were nerveless. / dropped M
gun, the weapon with which had 50 nearly
taken her young life. and through a mist az
gathering tears watched her ride rapidly
away beside her newly-discovered lover. and
disappear over the dune toward FL Aghouat.
When she had gone. my head sank upon
my breast and my teeth were set. Tor full
well l knew that never again could love
any woman truly as / had loved her. My
pole-star, the light OF my life, had forever
been extinguished