Mexico Missouri message., 1915-07-15
CHAPTER XIII.
Two Love Stories.

Two Love Stories.
If 1t had not been for her absorbing
thought OF Sabron, Julia would have
Teveled in the desert and the new ex-
periences. AS 1t was, its 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
Aer. She believed that it would either
be a wonderfully happy one, or hope
lessly withered life.
Julia, 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 1t was sometimes hard to follow
Iulia's tireless gallops toward an ever
disappearing goal.
Forgive 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 Julia's
excursion. fresh wind blew from
the west, lifting their wells from their
Helmets 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
fSabrOn 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
its mystery. "The star shines over
their caravan" unused Madame de la
Maine Julia had not thought Therese
poeticaD, as though to leaG them
home"
Madame de la Maine turned her face
and Julia saw. tears in her eyes. The
lFTenchwoman's control war usually
perfect, she treated most things with
mocking gayety. The bright softness
OF her eyes touched Julia.
"Therese!" 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 few away like light,
and 1t 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. 1--WE
unjust go back to the tents"
u Madame de la Maine pointed with
n her whip toward the horizon. TT is
Veruel! It ever recedes!"
'Tell me, Julia, of Monsieur de
Sabron," asked Madame de la Maine
abruptly.
mere is nothlng 10 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 its Arabic charac
tiers in clear white, Julia and Madame
de la Maine sat while their coffee was
served them by a Syrian servant
"A girl does not come into the sa
hara and watch like a sentinel, does
not suffer as you have suffered, ms
cheFe, without there being something
20 tell"
TT is true" said Miss Redmond
and would you be with me, Therese
II / did not trust you? And what dc
you want me to tellg" she added
naiyely,
The comtesse laughed fre
sWons etes eharmante, Julial"
Il met Monsieur de sabron," sail
Julia slowly, mot many months ago ii
Faraseon saw him several times
and then he went away"
"And them urged Madame de Il
Maine eagerly
He left his little dog. Pitchoune
with me, and Pitchoune ran after hi
master, to Marseiilss, Ringing himsel
iutn the water. and was rescued b