The daily star-mirror. (Moscow, Idaho) 1911-1939, 1915-04-27

lesert that seemed to stretch away
into infnity, and the vast cruel sands
knew, and the stars knew where
Sabron had fallen and what was his
history, and they kept the secret.
The MAI quise made herself as
much at home as possible in Algiers,
put up with the inefficiency of native
servants, and her duty was done Her
first romantic elan was over. Sabron
had recalled to her the idyl of love
affair of quarter of century be-
fore, but she had been for too long
Marquise d'Esclignac to go back to
an ideal She pined to have her
niece duchess and never spoke the
unfortunate Sabron's name.
They were surrounded by fashion
abe life. AS soon as their arrival had
been made known there had been a
lutter OF cards and a passing of
carriages and automobiles, and this
worldly life added to the unhappi-
ness 'Ad restlessness of Julia Among
the guests had been one woman whom
she found sympathetic; The woman S
eyes had drawn Julia to her. 1t was
Comtesse de la Maine, a widow,
young as herself and, as Julia said,
vastly better-lookipg Turning to
fremont on the balcony, when he told
her she was beautiful, she said:
Madame de Ia Maine is my ideal of
loneliness"
The young man wrinkled his fair
brow.
DO you think so, Mademoiselle?
Why?'
She has character as well as per-
feet lines. Her eyes look as though
they could weep and laugh. Her
mouth looks as though it could say
adorable things.
fremont laughed softly and said:
go on, you amuse me-"
And her hands look as though they
could caress and comfort I like her
awfully. l wish she were my friend"
fremont SAID nothing, and she
glanced at him suddenly.
"She says such lovely things about
you, Monsieur"
Really! She is too indulgent'
Don't be worldly said Miss Red
mond gravely, 'be human. I like you
best SO. Don't you agree with me?'
Madame de la Maine is very
charming woman" said the young
man, and the girl saw change come
over his features.
At this moment, as they stood so
together fremont pulling his mus
tache and looking out through the
vines, dark figure
made its way through the garden to
he villa, came and took it's position
lnder the balcony where the duke and
Miss Redmond leaned 1t was a ma
i've, a man in filthy rags. He turned
lis face to fremont and bowed low
o the lady.
ssExcellency," he said in broken
french, my name is Hammet <Abou.
was the ordinance of Monsieur lie
,apitaine de Sabron.''
What" exclaimed fremont, what |
id you say?"
ASK him to come up here" said I
ulia Redmond, "or, no-let us go
own to the garden"
1T is Damp" said fremont, '1et me
ct you a shawl"
mo, no, l need nothing"
She had hurried before him down
lie little stairs leading into the gar
IN from the balcony, and she had be-
IN to speak to the native before Ire
ont appeared. In this recital he adj
-essed his words to Julia alone.
Il am very poor man, Excellency,"
} said in a melli1uous tone, land very
OK"
Have you any money, Monsieur"
pray do not suggest it," said the
Ike sharply. Let him tell what he
i'll; we will pay him later"
II have been very SICK" said the
an. Il have left the army l do
t like the French army" said the
tive simply.
you are very frank said fremont
utally. "Why do you come here at
y rate?"
HUSH" said Julia Redmond i'm
,ringly. DO not anger him, Mon