Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1915-07-16
CHAPTER XXVIlI-continued.

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Later. when the others had left
them to themselves in the music
room, Sabron sat in a big chair by the
open window and Julia Redmond
played to him. The day was warm.
There was a smell OF spring flowers
the air and the vases We're filled
with CIRCLES and sweet peas. But
5abron smelled only the violets in
Julia's girdle. Her hands gently wan
1ered over the keys, finding the tune
that Sabron longed to hear. She
played the air through, and it seemed
as though she were about to sing the
first verse. She could not do so. nor
could she speak.
Sabron rose and came owe to
where she sat.
There was a low chair near the
piano and he took it, leaning forward.
his hands clasped about his knees.
1t had been the lifelong dream of this
supplemented officer that one day he
would speak out his soul to the WON
an he loved. The time had come.
She sat before him in her unpreten-
tiOus dress. He was not worldly
enough to know it cost a great price.
nor to appreciate that she wore no
lewels-nothing except the flowers he
had sent. Her dark hair was clus-
tered about her ears and her beauti-
full eyes lost their fire in tenderness.
When a man has been very close
TO death, Mademoiselle. he looks about
for the reason of his resurrection.
When he returns to the world, he
looks to see what there is in this life
to make it worth living. I am young
at the beginning OF my career 1
may have before me a long life in
which, with health and friends, | may
find much happiness. These things
certainly have their worth to a nor
NAL man-but | cannot make them
real before my eyes just yet. As I
look upon the world to which I have
returned, | see nothing but a woman
and her love. If l cannot win her for
my wife, If cannot have her love"
He made an expressive gesture which
more impressively than words implied
how completely he laid down every
thing else to her love and his.
He said, not without a certain dig.
nifty: Il am quite poor; l have only
my soldiers pay. In Normandy | own
a little property. 1t is upon a hill
and looks over the sea, with apple
orchards and wheat fields. There is a
house. These are my landed estates.
My manhood and my love are my for.
tune. If you cannot return my love !
shall Tot thank fremont for bringing
me back from Africa"
The American girl listened to him
with profound emotion. She discov.
cred every second how we'll she un.
derstood him, and he had much tc
say. because it was the first time he
had ever spoken to her of his love
She had put out both her hands and
looking at him fully, said simply:
why it seems to me you mus
know how l feel-how can you hell
knowing how l feel?"
After a little he told her of Nor
mandy, and how he had spent his
childhood and boyhood in the chateau
overlooking the wide sea, told hel
how he had watched the ships and
used to dream of the countries be
yond the horizon, and how the apple
blossoms filled the orchards in thu
spring. He told her how he longet
to go back. and that his wanderin.
life had made it impossible for years
Julia whispered: I'VE shall go Their,
IN the spring, my friend"
He was charming as he sat Their,
holding her hands closely, his fin
eyes bent upon her. Sabron told he
things that had been deep in hi
heart and mind, waiting for her her
SO many months. Finally, everythini
merged into his present life, and tn
beauty of what he said dazed her Xix
an enchanted sea. He was a soldi
a man of action, yet a dreamer. TIL
fact that his hopes were about to b
realized made him tremble, and as h
talked, everything took light from thi
victory. Even his house in Normand
began to seem a fitting setting for tn
beautiful American.
1T is only a Louis XIII chateau;
stands very high, surrounded by O
chards, which in the spring are whit
as snow"
We shall go there in the spring
she whispered.
Sabron stopped speaking, his re
erie was done, and he was silent g
the intensity of his love for hi
surged over him. He lifted her del
cate hands to his lips. 1T is Apr
now" he said, and his voice shoe
1T is spring now, my love-"
At Julia's side was a slight touc
She cried: ~'Pitchoune!" He put h
paws on her knees and looked up in
her face.
Brunei has brought him here" sa
Sabron, ''and that mean the got
chap is attending to his own Low
: making"
Julia laid her hand on Pitchoune
: head. He will love the Norman,
: beach, Charles"
, He will love the forests" sa
Sabron; there are rabbits there"
On the little dogs head the ty
"