Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1915-04-21
CHAPTER XIII.
Two Love storie,.

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TWO Love Stories.
II Il had not been for her absorbing
thought Of Sabron. Julia would have
reveled IN the desert and the new ex-
periences. Az It was, it, charm and
magic and the fact that he travelled
over Il helped her to endure the inter-
val.
In the deep impenetrable silence she
seemed to hear her future speak to
her. She believed that 1t would either
be wonderfully happy one. or . hope
lessly withered life.
Julia, I cannot ride any farther!"
exclaimed thescomtesse.
She was an excellent horsewoman
and had ridden all her life, but her
riding Of late had consisted OF . can.
ter In the Bots de Boulogne at noon,
and It was sometimes hard to follow
Julia's tireless gallops toward an ever
disappearing goal.
/ Forgive me-" said Miss Redmond,
and brought her horse up to her
friends side.
It was the cool Of the day. Of the
fourteenth day since fremont had left
Algiers and the seventh day Of Julia's
excursion. A fresh wind blew from
the west lifting their wells from their
helmets and bringing the fragrance Of
the mimosa into whose scanty forest
they had ridden. The sky paled to-
ward sunset, and the evening star,
second in glory only to the moon.
hung over the west
Although both women knew per-
fectly we'll the reason for this excur-
sion and its importance, not one word
had been spoken between them 1of
Sabron and fremont other than .
natural interest and anxiety.
They might have been two hospital
nurses awaiting their patients.
They halted their horses, looking
over toward the western horizon and
its mystery. Tho star shines over
their caravan" mused Madame de Ia
Maine Julia had not thought Therese
poetical). - though to lead them
home"
Madame de ID Maine turned her face
and Julia saw tears In her eyes. The
Frenchwoman's control was usually
perfect, she treated most things with
hooking gayety. Tho bright softness
Of her eyes touched Julia. ,..,
'Therese!" Exclaimed the Ameri-
can girl. 1t II only fourteen days."
Madame de- Il Maine laughed. There
was break In her voice. "Only four
teen days" she repeated. "and any
one OF those days may mean DEATH"
She threw back her head. touched
her stallion, and dew away like light,
and It was julia who first drew rein.
.Therese! Therese!- We cannot
60 any farthefy
Lady" said Azrael. He drew his
big black horse up beside them. I'VE
must 60 back to the tents"
Madame de Il Maine pointed with
her whip toward the horizon. TT IL
cruel! It ever rscedes!"
-
TEL me. Julia, of Monsieur de
Sabron," asked Madame Do Ia Maine
abruptly.
There 10 nothing to tell, Therese. :
{ ~Y0u don't trust me?''
do yon think that, really"
! In the tent where Azrael served
them their meal, under the ceiling Of
Turkish red with its Arabic charac-
ters In clear white. Julia and Madame
de II Msiue sat while their coffee was
served, them ~ . Syrian servant.
"A GIRL dos not come into the sa-
ihara and watch like sentinel, does
not suffer % you have suffered. ma
chere. without there being something
to tell"
1T Il true said Miss Redmond,
.and would You be with me. Therese,
II l did not trust you? And what do
You want mo to tell! she added
;naiyely. s. <.
!. The comtesso laughed.
/ "Vous etes chaFmante, Julia"
(. II inst, Monsieur Dc Sabron, said
Julia slowly. mot many months ago In
Tarascon. I saw him several, times.
ana then no went away"
then?. urged Madame de Il
Maine eagerly.
.He left his little dog. Pitchoune.
with me, and Pitchoune ran after his
master, to Marseillss. dinging himself
into the water. and Was rescued By.
the sailors. I wrote about II TO- Mon
ssisur DO SAFFRON, and he answered me.
from the desert. the night before he
went into battle: