The star-independent. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1904-1917, 1915-04-05


There is great deal of poverty in
Nice. and Paris is the nearest of all"
The American girls are very i'm
aginative," said Julia Redmond. I'VE
must have some romance in all we
do"
Il find the American girls very
charming" said fremont.
DO you know many, Monsieur"
only one" he said serenely.
Miss Redmond changed the subject
quickly and cleverly, and before he
knew il, fremont was telling her
! stories about his own military serv-
ice. which had been made in Africa.
He talked we'll and entertained them
both, and Julia Redmond listened
( when he told her of the desert, of its
| charm and its desolation. and of its
dangers. An hour passed. The Mar
quise d'Esclignac took an ante
prandial stroll, Mimi mincing at her
/ heels.
"Ce pauvre Sabron!" said fremont
He has disappeared off the face Of
| the earth. What horrible thing 1t
was, Mademoiselle. | knew him in
Paris: l remember meeting him
again the night before he left the
Midi. He was a fine fellow with a
career before him. his friends say"
What do you think has become of
Monsieur de Sabron?"
Miss Redmond, so far. had only
been able to ask this question of her
aunt and of the stars. None of them
had been able to tell her. fremont
shrugged his shoulders thoughtfully.
He may have dragged himself
away to die in some ambush that they
have not discovered, or likely he has
been take captive. lie pauvre diable!"
France will do all it can, Mon
They will do all they can, which
is to wait. An extraordinary measure
II taken Just now. would probably re-
suit in Sabron being put to death by
his captors. He may be found to-
morrow-he may never be found"
A slight murmur from the young
girl beside him made fremont look
at her. He saw that her hands were
clasped and that her face was quite
white. her eyes staring f1xedly before
her. out toward Africa. fremont
said:
You are compassion itself, Made
moiselle; you have a tender heart
No wonder you wear the Red Cross
l am a soldier, Mademoiselle. thanh
you for all soldiers. thank you fol
Sabron but, we must not tall
of such things"
: He thought her very charming, boti
romantic and idealistic. She would
make a delightful friend Would sh'
not be too intense for a wife? How
ever, many women of fashion ioinet
the Red Cross. fremont was com
: monplace man, conventional in hi
heart and in his tastes.
MY children" said the marquise
coming up to them with Mimi in he
arms, you are as serious as thougl
We were on a boat bound for tn
North Pole and expected to live Oh
timed things and salt fish. Aren'
you hungry. Julia? Robert, take Min
to my maid. will you? Julia sal
her aunt as fremont went away wit
the little dog. you look dramatic, m
dear; you're pale as death in spite o
this divine air and this enchantin
sea-" She linked her arm throug
: her niece's. Take brisk walk wit
me for five minutes and whip up you
blood. believe you were on tn
point of making fremont some UT
wise confession"
I assure you no, ma tante.
isn't Bob darling. Julia7'
, "Awfully." returned her niece al
sent-mindedly.
He's the most eligible young ma
In Paris. Julia, and the most Difficult
to please"
Ma tante," said the girl In lo'
!. tone. 'he tells me that France a
present can do practically nothin
about finding Monsieur de SabroI
. Fancy . great army and great nj
tion helpless for the rescue Of a sill
| gIa soldier and his life at stakel"