The Red Cloud chief., 1915-08-26
CHAPTER xxv,Il-continued.

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
In the air and the vases we're filed
with CIRCLES and sweet peas. But
Sabron smelled only the violets in
JuIa'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
nrst verse. She could not do so, nor
could she speak.
Sabron rose and came over to
where she sat.
There was a low chair near the
piano and he took it. leaning forward.
mis- hands clasped about his knees.
II had been the lifelong dream of this
simple-hearted officer that one day he
would speak out his soul to the won.
an ne loved. The time had come.
She sat before him in her unpreten.
tious dress. He was not worldly
enough to know 1t cost a great price,
nor to appreciate that she wore no
Jewels-nothing except the flowers he
had sent. Her dark hair was clus.
tered about her ears and her beauti.
ful 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 1t worth living. am young
at the beginning Of my career. I
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 l 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. II l cannot win her for
my wife, II I cannot have her love"
He made an expressive gesture which
nor 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: II am quite poor; I have only
my soldiers pay. In Normandy l 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 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 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 IL seems to me you must
know how l f%eel-how can you help
knowing how I 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 her
how he had watched the ships and
used to dream Of the countries be-
yond the horizon, and how the apple
blossoms filed the orchards in the
spring. He told her how he longed
to go back, and that his wandering
life had made 1t impossible for years.
Julia whispered: I'VE shall 60 there
in the spring, my friend"
He was charming as he sat there
holding her hands closely, his fine
eyes bent upon her. Sabron told her
things that had been deep in his
heart and mind, waiting for her here
so many months. Finally, everything
merged into his present life, and the
beauty of what he said dazed her like
an enchanted sea. He was a sOldi r,
a man of action, yet a dreamer. The
fact that his hopes were about to be
realized made him tremble, and as he
victory. Even his house in Normandy
began to seem a fitting setting for the
beautiful American.
at is only a Louis XIII chateau; 1t
stands very high, surrounded by or
chards, which in the spring are white
as snow"
I'VE shall go there in the spring."
she whispered.
Sabron stopped speaking, his rev.
erie was done, and he was silent as
the intensity of his love for her
surged over him. He lifted her deli.
cate hands to his lips. 1T is April
now" he said. and his voice shook.
1T is spring now. my love-"
At Juiia's side was a slight touch.
She cried: "~Pitchoune!" He put his
paws on her knees and looked up into
her face.
Brunei has brought him here" said
Sabron, 'and that means the good
chap is attending to his own love-
making"
Julia laid her hand on Pitchoune's
baod "ge will love the Normandy