The Carlisle independent., 1915-09-02
CHAPTER XVI-Continued.

With his godmother he was entirely at ease. Ever since she had paid his trffing debts when he was a young man, he had adored her. Fremont, always discreet and almost in love with his godmother, kept her in state of great good humor always, and when she had suggested to him this little party he had been delighted. In speaking over the telephone the Mar qHise d'Esclignac had said very firmly:
 My dear Robert. you understand that this excursion engages you to nothing"
 "Oh, of course, marraine"
 We both need a change, and be- tween ourselves, Julia has little mis- sion on foot
 Fremont would be delighted to help Miss Redmond carry it out. Whom else should he ask?
 By all means, any one you like" said his godmother Automatically. We want to sail the day after to- morrow" She felt safe, knowing that no worldly people would accept an invitation on twenty-four hours notice.
 So" the Due de Fremont reflected, as he hung up the receiver. Miss Redmond has a scheme, a mission Young girls do not have schemes and missions in good French society"
 "Mademoiselle," he said to her. as they walked up and down on the deck in the pale sunset, in front of the chair of the Marquise d'Esclignac, T never saw an ornament more becom- ing to woman than the one you wear"
 The ornament. Monsieur?"
 "On your sleeve It is so beauti ful. string of pearls would not be more beautiful. although your pearls are lovely, too Are all American girls Red Cross members 2"
 But of course not, Monsieur Are all girls anywhere one thing?"
 Yes" said the Due de Fremont, they are all charming. but there are gradations.
 Do you think that we shall reach AIgiers tomorrow, Monsieur"
 T hope not. Mademoisene.
 Miss Redmond turned her fine eyes on him.
 You hope not2"
 T should like this voyage to last forever. Mademoiselle"
 How ridiculousi"
 Her look was so frank that he laughed in spite of himself, and in- stead of following up the poIiteness, he asked:
 "Why do you think of Algiers as a field for nursing the sick. Mademoi- selle?"
 There has been quite a deputation of the Red Cross women lately going from Paris to the East"
 But" said the young man, there are poor in Tarascon. and sick. too. There is great deal of poverty in Nice, and Paris is the nearest of all" l"
 The American girls are very i'm aginative," said Julia Redmond We must have some romance in all we do"
 T 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 it. Fremont was telling her stories about his own military serv- ice, which had been made in Africa He talked well and entertained them both, and Julia Redmond listened when he told her of the desert, of it's charm and it's desolation, and of it's dangers An hour passed. The Mar quise d'Esclignac took an ante prandial stroll, Mimi mincing at her heels
 "Ce pauvre Sabronl" said Fremont He has disappeared off the face of the earth What horrible thing it was, Mademoiselle, I knew him in Paris; I 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