Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1915-10-15
CHAPTER xxlv-contInued.

At night as he lay in his bed in his
cooled his temples with water from
the earthen bottles, where the sweet
ooze stood out humid and refreshing
on the damp clay. They gave him acid
and cooling drinks, and now and then
Sabron would smile on fremont, call
ing him petit frere." and fremont
heard the words with moisture in his
eyes, remembering what he had said
to the Marquise d'Esclignac about be-
ing Sabron's brother. Once or twice
the soldier murmured woman's
name, but fremont could not catch 1t,
and once he said to the duke:
Sing! Sing!"
The Frenchman obeyed docilely.
kumming in an agreeable barytone the
snatches of song he could remember,
LA File de Madame Angot," I'll Tro-
vatore;" running them into more mod
ern opera, la Veuve Joyeuse." But
the lines creased in Sabron's forehead
indicated that the singer had not yet
found the music which haunted the
memory OF the sick man.
"Sing!" he would repeat, fixing his
hollow eyes on his companion, and
fremont complied faithfully. Finally
his own thoughts going back to early
days, he hummed tunes that he and q
certain little girl had sung at Their
games in the allees of an old chateau
in tho vn1lav of the Tudra
"Sonnez les matines
Ding-din-don,"
and other children's melodies.
In those nights, on that desolats
way, alone, in travelling tent, at tbs
side of a man he scarcely knew, Rob
ert de fremont learned serious les
| sons. He had been a soldier himself
but his life had been an inconsequen
one. He had lived as he liked, behins
him always the bitterness of an earl!
deception. But he had been too younl
to break his heart at seventeen. Hi
had lived through much since the da,
his father exiled him to Africa.
Therese had become a dream,
memory around which he did not al
ways let his thoughts linger. Whel
he had seen her again after her hus
bands death and found her free, h
was already absorbed in the world
life of an ambitious young man. H
had not known how much he loved he
until in the villa des Bougainvillea
he had seen and contrasted her witt
Julia Redmond.
All the charm for him of the pas
returned, and he realized that, a
money goes. he was poor-she wa
| poorer.
The difficulties of the marriage mad
him all the more secure in his detel
mination that nothing should separat
MIN again from this woman.
BY Sabrons bed he hummed hi
little insignificant tunes, and his hear
1onged For the woman. When once c
twice on the return journey they 1a
been threatened by the engulfing san
storm he had prayed not to die befor
he could again clasp her in his arm
sweet, tantalizing, exquisite wit
the passion of young love, there cam
to him the memories of the moonligl
nights on the terrace of the old CHI,
teau He saw her in the pretty cir
ish dresses OF long ago, the melai
choly droop of her Quivering mouti
her bare young arms. and smelled tn
fragrance of her hair as he kisse
her So humming his soothing mel
dies to the sick man, with his Voic
softened by his memories. he soOthe
Sabron.
Sabron closed his eyes. the crease
in his forehead disappeared as thong
brushed away by a tender hand Pc
haps the sleep was due to the IA
that, unconsciously. fremont slippe
into humming tune which Miss Re
mond had sung in the Villa des Boz
gainYilleas, and Of whose EngIia
words De fremont was quite ignoran
viii he last until Algiers. Hamm,
Abou?"
What will be will be. monsieur
Abou replied.
He must" De fremont answere
fercely. He shall"