Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1915-10-29
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CHAPTER xxv-contInued.

CHAPTER xXV-continued.
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Sabron could not reply. Her rib
5ons and flowers and jewels shook in
his eyes like a kaleidoscope. His
flush had made him more natural. In
his invalid state, with his hair brushed
back from his fine brow, there was
something spiritual and beautiful
about him. The Marquise d'Esclignac
looked on a man who had been far
and who had determined Of his own &C
cord TO come back She said more
gently, putting her hand affectionately
over his:
Get strong, monsieur-get we'll. Eat
all the good things we are making for
you. | dare say that the army cannot
spare you. It needs brave hearts"
Sabron was so agitated after her
departure that the nurse said he must
receive no more visits for several
days, and he meditated and longed
and thought and wondered, and near
ly cursed the life that had brought
him back to a world which must be
lonely for him henceforth.
When he sat up in bed he was
shadow. He had a book to read and
read few lines of it, but he put 1t
down as the letters blurred. He was
sitting so, dreaming and wondering
how true or how false 1t was that he
had seen Julia Redmond come several
times to his bedside during the early
days of his illness here in the hos
pital. Then across his troubled mind
suddenly came the words that he had
heard her sing, and he tried to recall
them. The Red Cross nurse who SO
charitably sang in the hospital came
to the wards and began her mission.
One after another she sang familiar
songs.
How the poor devils must love IT,"
Sabron thought, and he blessed her
for charity.
How familiar was her voice! But
that was only because he was so i'll.
But he began to wonder and to doubt,
and across the distance came the
notes of the tune, the melody of the
song that had haunted him for many
months:
God keep you safe, my love,
All through the night;
Rest close in his encircling arms
Until the light.
My heart is with you as l kneel to pray,
Good night! God keep you in his care
Away.
Thick shadows creep like silent ghosts
About my head:
I lose myself in tender dreams
While overhead
The moon comes stealing through the
A silver sickle cleaning mid the stars
For I, though am far away.
Feel safe and strong,
To trust you thus, dear love-and yet,
I say with sobbing breath the old font
prayer.
Good night Sweet dreams! God keel
you everywhere
When she had finished singing ther'
we're tears on the soldiers cheeks ant
he was not ashamed. Pitchoune. whit
remembered the tune as well, crep
up to him and laid his head on hi
masters hand. sabron had Just tint
to wipe away the tears when the Du,
de fremont came in.
"old fellow. do you feel up to see
ing Miss Redmond for q few me
ments?"
When she came in he did not know
o-haAH,av. 10 rN0a4 nYoo wax, - -, -. a.,
Pile summer dress with the singh
jewel at her throat, her large hat tina
framed her face, or the gentle Lowell
face all sweetness and sympathy. H
believed her to be the future DucE
esse de fremont
Monsieur de Sabron, we are all 8
glad you are getting WELL
Thank you. Mademoiselie."
He seemed to look at her from
great distance, from the distance I
the end of which he had SO wearil
been travelling. She was lovelier tina
he had dreamed, more rarely swee
and adorable.
: did you recognize the little SOM
: Monsieur
ut was coed of you to sing It."
This is not the first time | hav
cen you, Monsieur de sabron.
came when you were too Ill to kno
OF it."
: Then l did not dream" said til
officer simply.
He was as proud as ne was poo
He could only suppose her engage
to the Due de fremont It explaine
her presence here In his wildei
dreams he could not suppose that 81
had followed him to Africa. Julia, G
. her part, having done an extraordi
! airy and wonderful thing, like eyel
brave woman, was seized with terrC
4 and a sudden cowardice. Sabre
after all. was q stranger. How cou
1 she know his feelings for her? 81
spent miserable day. He was Of
Of all danger: in a fortnight /
] might leave the hospital She d
] not feel that she could see hi
I again as things were. The Cor
/ tesse de la Maine had returned
Z Paris as soon as fremont came
i from the desert
! Ma tante." said Julia Redmond
1 the Marquise d'Esciignac. -can we
back to France immediately"
Ny dear Julia" exclaimed b.