The Red Cloud chief., 1915-08-05
CHAPTER xxiv--Contlnued.

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At night as he lay in his bed in his
tent. fremont and Hammet Abou
cooled his temples with water from
the earthen bottles. where the sweet
ooze stood out humid and refreshing
on the damp clay. They gave him acid
and cooling drinks, and now and then
Sabron would smile on fremont. call
Ing him petit %frere." and fremont
heard the words with moisture In his
eyes. remembering what he had said
to the Marquise d'Esclignac about be.
Ing Sabron's brother. Once or twice
the soldier murmured a woman's
name. but fremont could not catch 1t.
and one he said to the duke:
Sing! Sing!"
The Frenchman obeyed docilely.
humming In an agreeable barytone the
snatches Of song he could remember,
la File de Madame Angot." I'll Tro.
vatOre;" running them into more mod
ern opera. la Veuve Joyeuse." But
the lines creased In Sabron's forehead
thut 'hc sth6Ct nav tot yct
found the music which haunted the
memory Of the sick man.
"Sing!" he would repeat, fixing his
hollow eyes on his companion. and
fremont complied faithfully. Finally,
his own thoughts going back to early
days, he hummed tunes that he and a
certain little girl had sung at their
games In the allees of an old chateau
n the valley Of the lndre.
"Sonnez les matines
Ding-din-don,"
and other children's melodies.
In those nights. on that desolate
way. alone, In a travelling tent. at the
side of a man he scarcely knew, Rob.
ert de fremont learned serious les
sons He had been n soldier himself,
but his life had been an inconsequent
one. He had lived as he liked, behind
him always the bitterness OF an early
deception. But he had been too young
to break his heart at seventeen. He
had lived through much since the day
his father exiled him to Africa.
Therese had become a dream, @
memory around which he did not al
ways let his thoughts linger. Wher
he had seen her again after her hus
bands death and found her free, hi
was already absorbed In the world,
life of an ambitious young man. II,
had not known how much he loved he
until in the villa des Bougainvillea,
he had seen and contrasted her will
Julia Redmond.
All the charm for him OF the pas
returned. and he realized that, n,
money goes. he was poor-she wa
poorer
The difficulties Of the marriage mad
him all the more secure In his deter
mination that nothing should separat
him again from this m
BY Sabron's bed he hummed hi
little Insignificant tunes, and his hear
longed for the woman. When once @
twice on the return journey they ha
been threatened by the engulhng san
storm he had prayed not to die befor
he could again clasp her In his arm,
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the passion Of young love, there cam
to him the memories Of the moonligt
nights on the terrace OF the old CHI,
teau. He saw her In the pretty cir
ish dresses OF long ago., the melal
choly droop Of her Quivering moutl
her bare young arms, and smelled Il
fragrance of her hair as he kisse
her. SO humming his soothing mel
dies to the sick man, with his voiC
softened by his memories, he soothe
Sabron.
Sabron closed his eyes, the creas,
IN his forehead disappeared as thoul
brushed away by a tender hand. Pc
haps the sleep was due to the ia
that unconsciously, fremont slipp,
into humming a tune which Miss Re
mond had sung In the villa des 30
gainvilleas, and OF whose Englif
words De fremont was quite ignorar
"Will he last until Algiers. Hamm
Abou?"
what will be will be, monsieur
Abou replied.
"He must" De fremont answers
fiercely. "He shall"
He became serious and meditati'