The Carlisle independent., 1915-07-22

ed almost hostilely on the gorgeous marquise in her red gown. He felt that she was glad to have him go He wanted to say: 'I shall come back, however; shall come back and when l return" but he knew that such boast. or even such a hope was fruitless.
 His colonel had told him only the day before that Miss Redmond was one of the richest American heiresses. | and there was question of duke or a prince and heaven only knew what in the way of titles. As the marquise | moved away her progress was some thing like the rolling of an elegant velvet chair. and while his feelings were still disturbed Miss Redmond crossed the room to him. Before Sab ron quite knew how they had been able to escape the others or leave the room, he was standing with her in the winter garden where the sunlight came in through trellises and the perfume of the warmed plants was heavy and sweet. Before them flowed the Rhone. golden in the winters light The blue river swept it's waves around old Tarascon and the battlements of King Reneis towers.
 You are going to Algiers tomorrow, Monsieur de Sabron?" Miss Redmond smiled, and how was Sabron to real ize that she could not very well have wept there and then, had she wished to do so?
 Yes" he said. q adore my regi. ment. I love my work I have al- ways wanted to see colonial service"
 Have you? It Is delightful to find ones ambitions and desires satisfied" said Miss Redmond. T have always longed to see the desert. It must be beautiful. Of course you are going to take Pitehoune?"
 An" exclaimed Sabron, that is just what am not going to do."
 What" she cried. You are never going to leave that darling dog be- hind you?"
 T must, unfortunately. My superior officers do not allow me to take horses or dogs, or even my servant"
 "Heayensi" she exclaimed What brutes they are. Why, Pitchoune will die of a broken heart" Then she said: You are leaving him with your man servant?"
 Sabron shook his head
 Brunei would not be able to keep him"
 An" she breathed. "He is looking for a home? Is he? If so. would you might I take care of Pit choune?"
 The Frenchman impulsively put out his hand. and she laid her own in it.
 You are too good" he murmured. Thank you. Pitchoune will thank you"
 He kissed her hand. That was all.
 From within the salon came the noise of voices, and the bow of the violoncellist was beginning a new con- certo. They stood looking at each other. No condition could have pre- vented it although the Marquise q Esclignac was rolling toward them across the polished floor of the music room. As though Sabron realized that he might never see this lovely young woman again. probably never would see her, and wanted before he left to have something made clear, he asked quickly:
 Could you, Mademoiselle, in a word or two tell me the meaning of the Eng fish song you sang?"
 She flushed and laughed slightly.
 Well, it is not very easy to put 1t In prose-" she hesitated. Things sound so differently in music and poetry; but it means" she said in French, bravely, why, it is a sort of prayer that someone you love very much should be kept safe night and day. That's about all There is a lit tie sadness in it, as though" and her cheeks glowed. "as if there was a sort of separation. It means :"
 'Ah!" breathed the officer deeply, T understand. Thank you
 And just then Madame d'Esclignac rolled up between them and with an unmistakable satisfaction presented to her niece the gentleman she had se- cured
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