Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1915-06-11

selves. She .ad been taught to go
lightly, to avoid serious Lings. Her
great-grandmother had gone lightly to
the scaffold, exqCisitely courteous till
the last.
Il ask your pardon if | jostled you in
the tumbrel," the old comtesse had
said to her companion on the way to
the guillotine. THE springs of the cart
are poor"-and she went up smiling.
In the companionship of the Ameri-
can girl, Therese de la Maine had
thrown off restraint. If the Marquise
d'Esclignac had felt Julia's influence,
Therese de la Maine, being near her
own age, echoed Julia's very feeling.
Except for their dragoman and their
in the desert.
Smiling at Julia, Madame de Ia
Maine said: Il haven't been so far
from the Rue de la Paix in my life"
How can you speak of the Rue de
la Paix, Therese?"
only to show you how completely !
have left it behind"
Julia's eyes were fixed upon the linn
itless sands, a sea where a faint line
lost itself in the red west and the hori-
zon shut from her sight everything
that she believed to be her life.
This is the seventh day, Therese!'
Already you are as brown as an
Arab, .Julia!"
You as well, ma chere amie!"
Robert does not like dark women"
said the Comtesse de la Maine, and
rubbed her cheek. 81 must wear two
wells"
Look, Therese!"
Across the face of the desert the
glow began to withdraw its curtain.
The sands suffused an ineffable hue, a
shell-like pink took possession, and the
desert melted and then grew colder-it
waned before their eyes. withered like
a tea-rose.
Like a rose!" Julia murmured,
smell its perfume!" She lifted her
head. drinking in with delight the
fragrance of the sands.
MA chere julia" gently protested
the comtesse, lifting her head. per
fume, Julia!" But she breathed with
her friend, while a sweetly subtle. in.
toxicating odor, as of millions and mil
lions of roses, gathered, warmed. kept.
then scattered on the airs of heaven,
intoxicating her.
To the left were the huddled tents Of
their attendants. No sooner had the
sun gone down than the Arabs com
menced to sing-a song that Julia had
especially liked:
Love is like a sweet perfume,
1t comes, it escapes.
When it's present. it intoxicates;
When it's a memory, it brings tears.
Love is like a sweet breath.
1t comes and it escapes.
The weird music filled the silence OF
the silent place. 1t had the ~evanesceni
quality of the wind that brought tha
breath of the sand-fowers. The voices
of the Arabs, not unmusical, though
hoarse and appealing, cried out theil
love-song, and then the music turned
to invocation and to prayer.
The two women listened silently al
the night fell, their figures sharply
outlined in the beautiful clarity of the
eastern night.
Julia stood upright. In her severe
riding dress, she was as slender as {
boy. She remained looking toward tbs
horizon, immovable, patient, a silen'
watcher over the uncommunicativt
waste.
Perhaps" she thought, there II
nothing really beyond that line, so fas
plotting itself into highland yet
seem to see them comet"
Madame de la Maine, in the doc
of her tent, immovable, her hand,
clasped around her knees, look affec
tionately at the young girl before her
Julia was a delight to her. She wa,
carried away by her, by her frank sim
plicity, and drawn to her warm an,
generous heart. Madame de la Main,
had her own story. She wondere,
whether ever, for any period of he
conventional life, she could hav,
thrown everything aside and stood GU
with the nan she loved.
Julia, standing before her, a darl
slim figure in the night-isolated an,
alone-recalled the f%igurehead of
ship, its face toward heaven. pioneer
ing the open seas.
- -
Julia watched, indeed. On the deser
there is the brilliant day, a passionat
glow. and the nightfall. They passes
the nights sometimes listening for
cry that should hail an approaching
caravan, sometimes hearing the will
cry of the hyenas, or of a passing wi
ture on his horrid flight. Otherwise
until the camp stirred with the dawl
and the early prayer-call sounded "A,
lah! Allah! Akbar!" into the still
ness. they were wrapped in complet
silence.
ITO BE CONTINUED
Meaning of Yankee.