Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1915-04-26

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CHAPTER XIV.
AZ Handsome Does.
When Sabroa next opened his eyes
he fancied that he was ct homo In his
old room In Rouen, In the house whers
he was born, in the little room In
which. % . child. dressed In his dimity
night gown, he had sat up In his bed
by candle light to learn his letters
from the cookery book.
The room was snowy white. Out.
! side the window he heard . bird sing,
and near by. he heard . dogs smoth.
cred bark. Then he knew that he
| was not ct homo or child, for with
| the languor and weakness came his
memory. A quiet nurse in . hospital
dress was sitting by his bed, and
Pitchoune rose from the foot Of the
bed and looked ct him adoringly.
He was In hospital in Agiers.
"Pitchoune." he murmured, not
knowing the name Of his other com
panion. where are ws, old fellow!"
The nurse replied in an agreeable
Anglo-Saxon French:
You are In . French hospital in A.
gers. sir. and doing WELL"
fremont came up to him.
II remember you." sabron said. "You
have bean near mo . dozen times
lately"
You must not talk. mon visux"
But feel 40 though I must talk Q
great deal. Didn't you como for me
into the desert?"
fremont. healthy. vigorous. tanned.
gay and cheerful, seemed good look
ing to poor Sabron, who gaxed up at
him with touching gratitude.
Il think remember everything, I
think shall never forget it." he said.
and lifted his hand feebly. Robert dc
fremont took It. Haven't We trav.
eled far together. fremont"
"Yes," nodded the other, affected.
but you must sleep now. We will
talk about It over our cigars and
liquors soon"
sabron smiled family. His clear
mind was reSaining its balance. and
thoughts began 70 sweep over It cru.
ely fast. He looked 1t his rescuer,
and to him the others radiance meant
simply that he was engaged to Mis-
Redmond OF course that MAS natural.
sabron tried to accept It and 10 be
glad for the haDpin0s Of the man
who bad rescued him. But - he
thought this, he wondered Why he
had been rescued and shut his eyes
50 that fremont might not see his
weakness. He said hesitatinsly:
II am hauntsd by . melody, time.
Could you help me! ItT1oAt come. !"
ITS not the "Marseillatssi asked
the other. sitting down BY his side and
pulling Pitchoune's ears.
"Oh. mol"
There viii 10 singing in tho ward
shortly. A Red Cross nurse COMES to
sing to the patients. She may help
you to remember" i
ssbron renowned in despair. Haunt.
Ing, tantalizinE In his brain and FLU.
sive. the notes began and stopped. be-
gan and stopped. He wanted to ask
his friend Q thousand questions. How
he had come to him. why he had como
to him, how he knew. He gave
It all up and dozed, and while he slept
the sweet sleep of those who arc to
recover. he heard the sound of WON.
ans voice in the distance. singing. one
after another. familiar melodies, and
finally he heard the "Kyrie Eleison."
,, and to its music Sabron again fell
asleep.
The next day he received visitor.
It was not IN easy matter to intro.
duce visitors to his bedside, for Pit
choune objected. Pitchoune received
tho Marquise d'Esclignac with great
displeasure.
'Is he Thoroughbred" asked the
Marauiss d'Esclignac.
He has behaved like one." replied
! the ofncer.
There was . silence. Tho Narquise
d'Esclignac was wondering what her
niece saw In the pale man 20 near
still to the borders Of the other
world.
You will be leaving the army, Of
course" she murmured. looking 1t him
intersstedly.
"Madame!" said the Capitaine do
Sabron, with his blood-all that was
in him-rising to his cheeks.
Il mean that France has done moth.
ing for you. France did not rescue
you and you may feel Hike seeking Z
more-another career"
gabron could not reply. Her RIB.
bons and flowers and Jewels shook IN
4 his eyes like kaleidoscope. His
! dush had made him moro natural. In
his invalid state. with his hair brushed
bdck from his dne brow. there was
l something spiritual and beautiful
about him. The Marquiss d'Esclisnac
looked on man who had been faI
and who had determined Of his own 20
cord 70 come back. She said mors
| gently, putting her hand a6sctionstsly
over his:
Ii ~6et stroAg. monsieur-get wen. Ia
IN the god things We are making, fol
you. l dare cay that the army cannot
spare you. Itnesds brave hearts"
sabron wss % asitatsd aftsr hsi
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