The weekly times-record. (Valley City, N.D.) 1912-1922, 1915-03-18

| Sno l6 cut out TO pc the vile or poor
man. 1t is pity she should have a
fortune. Julia would have been charm.
ing as love in cottage, whereas
She remembered her hotel on the
Pare Moneeau, her chateau by the
Rhone, her villa at Biarritz-and
sighed. She had not always been the
MaTquise d'Esclignac; she had been
an American girl first and remembered
that her maiden name had been De
| Puyster and that she had come from
Schenectady originally. But for many
years she had forgotten these things.
Near to Julia Redmond these last few
weeks all but courage and simplicity
had seemed to have tarnish on its
wings.
Sabron had not been found.
1t was curious fact, and one that
transpires now and then in the history
Of desert wars-the man is lost. The
captain of the cavalry was missing,
| and the only news of him was that he
had fallen in an engagement and that
his pOdy mao never Deen recovered.
Several sorties had been made to find
him; the war department had done all
that it could; he had disappeared from
the face of the desert and even his
bones could not be found.
From the moment that julie: Red
mond had confessed her love for the
Frenchman, courage had been born
in her which never faltered, and her
aunt seemed to have been infected by
it. The marQuise grew sentimental,
unreasonable than she had believed
herself to be, and the veneer and Ell
quette (no doubt never very real
part of herr became less important
than other things. During the last
few weeks she had been more De
Puyster from Schenectady than the
Marquise d'Esclignac.
"Ma tante," Julia Redmond had
said to her when the last telegram
was brought in to the Chateau d'Escli.
gnac, Il shall leave for Africa tomor:
row."
my dear Julia!"
"He is alive! God will not let him
die. Besides, have prayed. believe
in God, don't you?"
"Of course, my dear Julia"
WELL" said the girl, whose pale
cheeks and trembling hands that held
the telegram made a sincere impress.
sion on her aunt, well, then, if you
believe, why do you doubt that he is
alive? Someone must find him. Will
you tell Eugene to have the motor
1ere in an hour? The boat sails to.
morrow, ma tante."
The marquise rolled her embroidery
| and put it aside for twelve months.
Her fine hands looked capable as she
lid 50.
MY dear Julia, q young and hand.
some woman cannot follow like a
daughter of the regiment, after the
fortunes of q soldier"
But a Red Cross nurse can. ma
tante, and have my diploma
'The boat leaving tomorrow, my
dear Julia, doesn't take passengers. "
oh, ma tante! There will be no
other boat for Algiers." she opened the
newspaper, until oh, heav.
ens!"
Tut Robert de Tremont's yacht is
in the harbor."
Miss Redmond looked at her aunt
speechlessly.
Il shall telegraph Madame d. Haus.
sonville and ask permission for you to
go in that as an auxiliary of the Red
Cross to Algiers, or rather, Robert is
at Nice. shall telegraph him."
"Oh, ma tante"
He asked me to make up my own
party for a cruise on the Mediter'an.
ean," said the Marquise d'Esclig lac
thoughtfully.
Miss Redmond fetched the telegraph
blank and the pad from the table. The
color began to return to her cheeks.
She put from her mind the idea that
her aunt had plans. for her. All ways
were fair in the present situation.
The Marquise d'Esclignac wrote her
dispatch, very long one. slowly. She
said to her servant:
Call up the Villa des Perroquets at
Nice. wish to speak with the Duo de
fremont" She then drew her niece
very gently to her side, looking up at
her as a mother might have looked.
Darling Julia, Monsieur de Sabron
has never told you that he loved yoI?'
Julia shook her head.
mot in words, ma tante."
There was a silence, and then Julia
Redmond said: s5.,
Il only want to assure myself that
he Is safe, that he lives. l only wish
to know his fate"
But If you 60 to him like this, ma
chere, he will think you love him. He
must marry you! Are you making
serious declaration"
"Ah," breathed the girl from be-
tween trembling lips, don't go on.
shall be shown the way"
The Marquise d'Esclignac then said.
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