Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1915-10-13
CHAPTER XIII.
TWO Love Stories

TWO Love Stories.
If it had not been for her absorbing
thought of Sabron, Julia would have
Teyeled in the desert and the new ex-
periences. AS it was, it's charm and
magic and the fact that he travelled
over it helped her to endure the inter
val.
In the deep impenetrable silence she
seemed to hear her future speak to
her. She believed that it would either
be a wonderfully happy one, or hope
lessly withered life.
Julia, I cannot ride any farther!"
exclaimed the comtesse.
She was an excellent horsewoman
and had ridden all her life, but her
riding of late had consisted of a can
ter in the Bots de Boulogne at noon,
and it was sometimes hard to follow
Julia's tfreless gallops toward an ever
disappearing goal.
"Forgiv" me-" said Miss Redmond,
and brought her horse up to her
friends side.
1t was the cool of the day, of the
fourteenth day since fremont had left
Algiers and the seventh day of Julias
excursion. A fresh wind blew from
the west, lifting their wells from their
Felmets 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 well the reason for this excur-
sion and its Importance, not one word
had been spoken between them Of
Sabron and fremont other than a
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
IFS mystery. The star shines over
their caravan" unused Madame de la
Maine Julia had not thought Therese
poeticaD, as though to leaG them
home"
O4S % -'Lelil1C u14lCO hCl law
and Julia saw tears in her eyes The
Frenchwoman's control was usually
perfect, she treated most things with
hooking gayety. The bright softness
Of her eyes touched Julia
"ThereseI" exclaimed the Ameri-
can girl. ut is only fourteen days"
Madame de la 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 flew away like light,
and it was Julia who first drew rein.
"Therese! Therese! We cannot
go any farther"
Lady" said Azrael. He drew his
big black horse up beside them. I'VE
must go back to the tents"
Madame de la Maine pointed with
her whip toward the horizon. 1T is
cruel! It ever recedes!"
Tell me, Julia, of Monsieur de
Sabron," asked Madame de la Maine
abruptly.
There is nothing to tell, Therese.
You don't trust me?'
DO you think that, really?"
In the tent where Azrael served
them their meal, under the ceiling of
Turkish red with it's Arabic charac-
tiers in clear white, Julia and Madame
de la Maine sat while their coffee was
served them by Syrian servant.
girl does not come into the Sa-
nara and watch like a sentinel, does
not suffer as you have suffered, ma
chere, without there being something
to tell"
1t is true" said Miss Redmond,
and would you be with me, Therese,
/ did not trust you? And what do
you want me to tell?" she added
naively.
The comtesse laughed.
"Vous etes charmante, Julia!"
I met Monsieur de Sabron," said
Julia slowly, mot many months ago in
Iarascon. / saw him several times,
and then he went away"
And them" urged Madame de La
Maine eagerly.
Hs left his little dog, Pitchoune,
With me, and Pitchoune ran after his
master, to Marseilles, flinging himself
INTO the water, and was rescued BY