Clearwater Republican. [volume] (Orofino, Idaho) 1912-1922, 1915-10-29
CHAPTER xxvIll-continued.

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Later, when the others had left
them to themselves in the music
room, Sabron sat in big chair by the
open window and Julia Redmond
played to him. The day was warm.
There was a smell of spring flowers
IN the air and the vases were filled
with CIRCLES and sweet peas. But
Sabron smelled only the violets in
Julia's girdle. Her hands gently wan
dered over the keys, finding the tune
that Sabron longed to hear. She |
played the air through, and 1t seemed
as though she were about to sing the
flrst verse. She could not do SO, nor
could she speak.
Sabron rose and came over to
where she sat.
There was low chair near the
piano and he took 1t, leaning forward,
his hands clasped about his knees.
1t had been the lifelong dream of this
simple-hearted officer that one day he
would speak out his soul to the wom-
IN he loved. The time had come.
She sat before him in her unpreten-
tious dress. He was not worldly
enough to know 1t cost great price,
nor to appreciate that she wore no
Jewels 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 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. am young
at the beginning of my career. I
may have before me a long life in
which, with health and friends, l may
ind much happiness. These things
certainly have their worth to a nor
NAL man-but / cannot make them
real before my eyes Just yet. AS
look upon the world to which l have
returned, see nothing but woman
and her love. If 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 certain dig
nifty: II am quite poor; ! have only
my soldiers pay. In Normandy own
. little property. It is upon hill
and looks over the sea, with apple
orchards and wheat fields. There is a
house. These are my landed estates.
Ny manhood and my love are my for
tune. If you cannot return my love I
shall not 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 to
say, because 1t 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 1t seems to me you must
know how l feel-how can you help
moving 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 he'll
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 60 back, and that his wandering
life had made 1t impossible for years
Julia whispered: 1--WE 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
30 many months. Finally. everything
merged into his present life, and tn
beauty of what he said dazed her lik
an enchanted sea. He was a solid Il
a man OF action, yet 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 Louis XIII chateau;
stands very high. surrounded by O
chards, which in the spring are whit
as snow"
I'VE shall go there in the spring
she whispered.
Sabron stopped speaking, his re-
erie was done, and he was silent 9
the intensity Of his love for hi
surged over him. He lifted her del
cate hands to his lips. ut is Apr
now" he said, and his voice shoe
ut is spring now, my love-"
At Julias side was a slight toucl
She cried: "Pitchoune!" He put h
DAVIS on her knees and looked up int
her face.
Brunei has brought him here" sal
Sabron, land that means the goc
a4tandiner his low