Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1915-10-08
CHAPTER xxIV-Contlnued.

CHAPTER XxlV-Continucd.
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 woman's
name, but fremont could not catch 1t,
and once he said to the duke:
Sing! Singl"
The Frenchman obeyed docilely,
humming 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
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 q travelling tent, at the
side OF man he scarcely knew, Rob
ert de fremont learned serious les
sons. He had been 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, a
AhCAhVAJ &iO0ho hC QiQ uOt Al
ways let his thoughts linger. When
he had seen her again after her hus-
bands death and found her free, he
was already absorbed in the worldly
life Of an ambitious young man. He
had not known how much he loved her
until in the villa des Bougainvilleas
he had seen and contrasted her with
Julia Redmond.
All the charm for him OF the past
returned, and he realized that. as
money goes, he was poor-she was
poorer
The difficulties of the marriage made
him all the more secure in his deter
mination that nothing should separate
him again from this woman.
BY Sabron's bed he hummed his
little Insignificant tunes, and his heart
longed for the woman. When once or
twice on the return journey they had
been threatened by the engulfins sand
storm he had prayed not to die before
he could again clasp her in his arms
Sweet. tantalizing, exquisite with
the passion of young love, there came
to him the memories OF the moonlight
nights on the terrace of the old cha
teau. He saw her in the pretty girl
ish dresses OF long ago. the melan.
choly droop OF her quivering mouth
her bare young arms. and smelled the
fragrance OF her hair as he kissed
her. So humming his soothing melo
dies to the sick man, with his voice
softened by his memories. he soothed
Sabron.
Sabron closed his eyes. the creases
In his forehead disappeared as though
brushed away by tender hand Per
haps the sleep was due to the fact
that, unconsciously, fremont slipped
Into humming a tune which Miss Red
mond had sung In the villa des Bou
gainvilleas, and of whose English
words De fremont was quite ignorant
''wilI he last until Algiers. Hammet
About"
what will be will be. monsieurl'
Abou replied.
HE must" De fremont answered
nercely. He shall"
He became serious and meditative