Clearwater Republican. [volume] (Orofino, Idaho) 1912-1922, 1915-10-08
CHAPTER xxIV-ContInued.

CHAPTER xxlv-Contlnued.
At night as he lay in his bed in his
tent, fremont and Hammet Abou
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 a woman's
name, but fremont could not catch 1t,
and once he said to the duke:
"Sing! Sing!"
The Frenchman obeyed docilely,
humming in an agreeable BARITONE 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 a
certain little girl had sung at their
games in the allees of an old chateau
In the valley OF the Indre.
"Sonnez les matines
Ding-din-don,'
and other children's melodies.
In those nights. on that desolate
way. alone. in a travelling tent, at the
side of man he scarcely knew, Rob-
ert de fremont learned serious les.
sons. He had been a soldier himself
but his life had been an inconsequent
one. He had lived as he liked, behind
him always the bitterness of an early
deception. But he had been too young
to break his heart at seventeen. He
had lived through much since the day
his father exiled him to Africa.
Therese had become a dream, 9
memory around which he did not al
ways let his thoughts linger. Wher
he had seen her again otter her hus
bands death and found her free, hi
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 will
Julia Redmond.
All the charm for him Of the pas
money goes, he was poor-she wa
poorer.
The difficulties Of the marriage mad,
him all the more secure in his deter
mination that nothing should separat,
him again from this woman.
BY Sabron's bed he hummed hi
little Insignificant tunes, and his hear
longed for the woman. When once O
twice on the return journey they ha,
been threatened by the engulfing SAN
storm he had prayed not to die befor
he could again clasp her in his arms
Sweet, tantalizing, exquisite wit
the passion of young love. there cam
to him the memories of the moonligh
nights on the terrace of the old chs
teau. He saw her in the pretty cir
ish dresses of long ago, the melar
choly droop of her Quivering mouth
her bare young arms, and smelled tn
fragrance of her hair as he kisse
her. So humming his soothing melt
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 tender hand Pc
haps the sleep was due to the fac
that, unconsciously, fremont slippe
into humming tune which Miss Ret
mond had sung In the Villa des Bo,
gainvilleas, and of whose Englis
words De fremont was quite ignoran
"Wili he last until Algiers. Hamme
About"
What will be will be, monsieur!
Abou replied.
"He must" De fremont answere
aercely. "He shall"
He became serious and meditatv