The weekly times-record. (Valley City, N.D.) 1912-1922, 1915-05-06

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Monsieur lie Capitaine," said the
servant, his simple face raised to his
masters, Il am going to be mar
ried."
Sabron wheeled around: mon
brave Brunei, when?"
brunei grinned sheepishly
In five years, Monsieur le Capt.
tame" at which the superior officer
laughed heartily.
is she an infant, are you educat.
ing herr" n ~. \
When one is the eldest of q wild
ow," said Brunei with sigh, land
the eldest of ten children"
The clock struck the quarter. Sab
ron knew the story of the widow and
ten children by heart.
rs the taxi at the door,"
Yea, Monsieur lie Capitaine."
Pitchoune gave sharp bark.
You are not invited" said his mas.
ter cruelty, and went gayly out, his
sword hitting against the stairs.
The Marquise d'Esclignac gave a
brilliant little dinner to the colonel
of Sabron's squadron. There were
present general or two, several men
OF distinction, and among the guests
were the Due de fremont and Madame
de la Maine. SabFon, when he found
himself at table, looked at everything
as though in a dream. Julia Redmond
sat opposite him. He had sent her
flowers and she wore them in her
bodice. Madame de la Maine bent
upon the young officer benignant eyes,
TIE. DUO de fremont glanced at him
affectionately, but Sabron was only
conscious that Julia's eyes did not
meet his at all.
They talked of Sabron's captivity,
of the engagement in Africa, of what
the army was doing, would not do, or
might do, and the fact that the Due
de fremont was to receive the deco.
ration of the Legion or Honor in
July. fremont toasted Sabron and
the young officer rose to respond with
flushing face. He looked affection
ately at his friend who had brought
him from death into life. The mo-
ment was intense, and the Marquise
d'Esclignac lifted her glass:
Nov, gentlemen, you must drink to
the health of Pitchoune."
There was a murmur of laughter,
Madame de Ia Maine turned to Sab.
ron:
II have had collar made for Pit
choune; it is of African leather set
with real turquoise"
Sabron bowed: "Pitchoune will be
perfectly enchanted, Madame; he will
wear it at your wedding"
" .
Later, when the others had left
them to themselves in the music
room, Sabron sat in big chair by the
open window and Julia Redmond
played to him. The day was warm.
There was smell of spring flowers
in the air and the vases were filled
with CIRCLES and sweet peas. But
Sabron smelled only the violets in
Julia's girdle. Her hands gently wan.
dered over the keys, finding the tune
that Sabron longed to hear. She
played the air through, and it seemed
as though she were about to sing the
first verse. She could not do so, nor
could she speak.
Sabron rose and came over to
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,
Tor 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-
full eyes lost their fire in tenderness.
when a man has been very close
to death, Mademoiselle, he looks about
for 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. I am young
at the beginning Of my career. I
may have before me a long life in
which, with health and friends, I may
lind much happiness. These things
certainly have their worth to nor.
NAL man-but I cannot make them
real before my eyes just yet. As I
look upon the world to which have
returned, see nothing but woman
and her love. If I cannot win her for
my wife, II I cannot have her love :"
He made an expressive gesture which
more impressively than words implied
how completely he laid down every
thing else to her love and his.
He said, not without certain dig.
nifty: II am quite poor; I have only
my soldiers pay. In Normandy own
little property. it is upon a hill
and looks over the sea. with apple
orchards and wheat fields. There Is q