The Parma herald. (Parma, Idaho) 1903-1917, 1915-08-26
CHAPTER xxvIII-c0ntInusd.

them to themselves in the must
room, Sabron sat In big chair by tn
open window and Julia Redmon
played to him. The day was warm
There was smell of spring flower
In the air and the vases were file,
with CIRCLES and sweet peas. Blu
Sabron smelled only the violets II
Julia's girdle. Her hands gently wan
dered over the keys, finding the tun,
that Sa5ron longed to hear. She
played the air through, and 1t seemed
as though she we're about to sing the
first verse. She could not do SO, mol
could she speak.
Sabron rose and came over te
where she sat-.
There was a low chair near the
piano and he took 1t, leaning forward
his hands clasped about his knees
1t had been the lifelong dream of this
simple-hearted officer that one day he
would speak out his soul to the won.
an he loved. The time had come.
She sat before him in her unpreten-
tious dress. He was not worldly
enough to know it 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 man has been very close
to death, Mademoiselle, he looks about
Tor the reason of his resurrection.
when he returns to the world. he
looks to see what there is in this life
to make it worth living. 1 am young
at the beginning of my career. l
may have before me a long life in
which, with health and friends. I NAV
ma much happiness. These things
certainly have their worth to a nor
NAL man-but I cannot make them
real before my eyes Just yet. AS I
look upon the world to which I haye
returned, l see nothing but a woman
and her love. If | cannot win her for
my wife, II cannot have her love-"
he made an expressive gesture which
more impressively than words implied
low completely he laid down every
hing else to her love and his.
He said, not without a certain dig
1ity: Il am quite poor; 1 have only
ny soldiers pay. In Normandy l own
little property. 1t is upon a hill
md looks over the sea, with apple
and wheat fields. There is
,ouse. These are my landed estates.
Wy manhood and my love are my for
une. If you cannot return my love I
'hall not thank fremont for bringing
ne back from Africa"
The American girl listened to him
With profound emotion. She discoy-
cred every second how we'll she I'M
ierstood him, and he had much to
Jay, because it was the first time he
lad ever spoken to her of his love.
She had put out both her hands and.
ooking at him fully. said simply:
why it seems to me you must
Know how l feel-how can you help
moving how feel?"
After 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
low he had watched the ships and
lsed to dream Of the countries be-
'ond the horizon. and how the apple
blossoms filled the orchards in the
pring. He told her how he longed
o go back, and that his wandering
life had made 1t impossible for years.
Julia whispered: 1--WE shall 60 there
n the spring. my friend"
He was charming as he sat there
folding her hands closely, his fine
yes bent upon her. Sabron told her
Kings that had been deep in his
Ieart and mind, waiting for her here
o many months. Finally, everything
merged into his present life, and the |
eauty of what he said dazed her like
n enchanted sea. He was a soldier.
man of action, yet a dreamer. The
act that his hopes were about to be
ealized made him tremble. and as he
alked, everything took light from this
ictory. Even his house in Normandy
egan to seem fitting setting for the
eautiful American.
1T is only Louis XIII chateau: Il
lands very high, surrounded by or
hards, which In the spring are white
s snow"
We shall so there in the spring"
he whispered.
Sabron stopped speaking, his rev.
RE was done. and he was silent as
ne Intensity of his love for her
urged over him. He lifted her deli
ate hands to his lips. 1T is April
ow'' he said, and his voice shook.
It is spring now, my love-"
AT Julia's side was a slight toucb
he cried: "Pitchounel" He put his
avs on her knees and looked up into
er face.
Brunei has brought him here" said
abron. "and that means the good
zap is attending to his own love
aking."
Julia laid her hand on Pitchoune's
cad. He will love the Normandy
each, Charles"
He will love the forests" said
abron; there are rabbits there"
On the little dogs head the two