The Parma herald. (Parma, Idaho) 1903-1917, 1915-08-05
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eyes, where the very whites were
burned, began to wear the far-away.
mysterious look Of the. traveller across
long distances. During the last sand
storm he stood, with the camels, round
sabron's litter, q human shade and
shield, and when the storm ceased he
fell like one dead, and the Arabs
pulled on his boots and put him to bed
like child.
| One shutdown, as they travelled into
the afterglow with the East behind
them, when fremont thought he
could not endure another day OF the
voyage, when the pallor and waxiness
OF sabron's face were like death itself,
Hammet Abou, who rode ahead, cried
out and pulled up his camel short
He waved him arm.
"A caravan, monsieur"
In the distance they saw the tents.
like lotus leaves, scattered on the pink
sands. and the dark shadows of the
Arabs and the couchant beasts, and
the glow Of the encampment fire.
An encampment. monsieurl"
fremont sighed. He drew the cur
tain OF the litter and looked In upon
Sabron. who was sleeping. His set
features, the growth of his uncut
beard, the long fringe OF his eyes. his
dark hair upon his forehead. his wan
transparency-with the peace upon his
face. he might have been a figure of
Christ waiting for sepulture.
fremont cried to him: "Sabron.
mon vieux Charles, reveille-toi! We
are In sight Of human beingsI"
But sabron gave no sign that he
heard or cared.
Throughout the journey across the
desert, Pitchoune had ridden at his
VIII and according to his taste, some
times 1ourneying for the entire day
perched upon Tremont's camel He
sat Ike little figurehead or a mas
'ot, with ears pointed northward and
lis keen nose smiling the desert air
he would take the same
'osit1on on one of the mules that car
led Sabron's litter, at his masters
eet. There he would lie hour after
our, with his soft eyes fixed with
understanding sympathy upon Sab
on's face.
he was, as he had been to Fatou
'nni, kind Of fetish-the caravan
oored him. Now from his position at
abron's feet, he crawled up and
cked his masters hand.
"Charles!" fremont cried, and lift
the soldiers hand.
sabron opened his eyes. He was
me. The glimmer of a smile touched
IS lips. He said Tremont's name.
'cognized him. Are we homer" he
'ked weakly. rs it France?" l
fremont turned and dashed away a
ar.
He drew the curtains of the litter
i'd now walked beside it, his legs a
cling like cotton and his heart beat
g.
AS they came up toward the en-
mpment, two people rode out to =.
eet them, two women In white riding ],
bits, on stations, and as the evening u
eeze nuttered the wells from their :. !.
'lmets, they seemed to be flags of ). J.
slcome. o.
Under his helmet fremont was red =,
a burned He had short, rough ~
owth of beard.
Therese de la Maine and Julia Rad
ond rode up. fremont recognized =,
EN-. and came forward, half staeeer. -,
3. He looked at Julia and smiled 80
d pointed with his left hand toward ~
litter; but he went directly nm m wv
ldame de la Maine. who sat immov. -
lie on her little stallion. Tremont ~,
'med to gather her in his arms. He
ed her down to him.
lula Redmond's eyes were on tba %
er, whose curtains were stirring in
breeze. Hammet Abou. with -.
hound salaam, came forward to her na -,
maoemoiselle," he said resnaot ~
y. he lives. l have kept nv word !. "o
1tchoune sprang from the litter and
over the sands to Julia Redmond
dismounted from her horse alone :
called him: "PitchouneI pit.
une!" Kneeling down on the dos ane
sne stopped to caress him. and IN
crouched at her feet. licking her Yer