Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1915-07-02
CHAPTER xxv-contlnued.

CHAPTER xxV-continued.
Ill
Sabron could not reply. Her rib
bons and flowers and jewels shook in
his eyes like a kaleidoscope. His
lush had made him more natural. In
his invalid state, with his hair brushed
back from his fine brow, there was
something spiritual and beautiful
about him. The Marquise d'Esclignac
looked on a man who had been far
and who had determined of his own ac-
core to come back. She said more
gently. putting her hand aff~ectionately
over his:
Get strong, monsieur-get well. Eat
all the good things we are making for
you. ] dare say that the army cannot
spare you 1t needs brave hearts"
Sabron was so agitated after her
departure that the nurse said he must
receive no more visits for several
days, and he meditated and longed
and thought and wondered, and near
ly cursed the life hat had brought
him back to a world which must be
lonely for him henceforth.
When he sat up in bed he was a
shadow. He had a book to read and
read a few lines Of it, but he put it
down as the letters blurred. He was
sitting so. dreaming and wondering
how true or how false ii was that he
had seer Julia Redmond come several
times to his bedside during the early
days Of his illness here in the hos
pital. Then across his troubled mind
suddenly came the words that he had
heard her sing. and he tried to recall
them. The Red Cross nurse who so
charitably sang in the hospital came
to the wards and began her mission.
One after another she sang familiar
songs.
How the Door devils must love it,"
Sabron thought. and he blessed her
for charity.
How familiar was her voice! But
that was only because he was so i'll
But he began to wonder and to doubt
and across the distance came tbs
notes of the tune, the melody of the
song that had haunted him for many
months:
God keep you safe. my love.
All through the night:
Rest close in his encircling arms
Untl the light.
MY heart Is with you as I kneel to pray
Good night God keep you in his carr
Away.
Thick shadows creep like silent ghosts
About my head:
lose myself In tender dreams
While overhead
Tn moon comes stealing through tn
A silver sickle cleaning mid the stars
For I, though I am far away.
Feel safe and strong.
To trust you thus. dear love-and vet,
The night Is long.
I say with sobbing breath the old fon,
prayer,
you everywhere"
When she had finished singing Their
were tears on the soldiers cheeks an
he was not ashamed. Pitchoune, VIII
remembered the tune as well, crer
up to him and laid his head on hi
masters hand. Sabron had Just tim
TO wipe away the tears when the Du
de fremont came in.
"Old fellow, do you feel up to Sc,
ing Miss Redmond for a few m,
ments7"
When she came in he did not kno,
whether he most clearly saw her sin
pie summer dress with the sing
Jewel at her throat. her large hat ths
framed her face. or the gentle lovel
face all sweetness and sympathy. Fl
believed her to be the future Due
esse de fremont.
Monsieur de Sabron, we are all
glad you are getting we'll"
Thank you. Mademoiselle."
He seemed to look at her from
great distance. from the distance
the end of which he had so wearf
been travelling. She wal lovelier tha
he had dreamed, more rarely swe
and adorable.
did you recognize the little son
Monsieur"
1T was good of you to sing it,"
This is not the first time I ha,
cen you, Monsieur de Sabron.
came when you were too i'll to kno
of IT,"
Then ] did not dream" said Il
officer simply.
He was as proud as ne was poC
He could only suppose her engag
TO the Due de fremont. 1t explain
her presence here. In his wilde
dreams he could not suppose that S
had followed him to Africa. Julia.
her part. having done an extraord
airy and wonderful thing, like eve
brave woman, was seized with teri
and a sudden cowardice. SABRE
after all, was a stranger. How COZ
she know his feelings for her? S
spent a miserable day. He was q
Of all danger; in a fortnight
might leave the hospital. She {
not feel that she could see h
again as things we're. The Co
tesse de Ia Maine had returned
Paris as soon as fremont came
from the desert.
Ma %tante," said Julia Redmond
the Marquise d'Esclignac. can we
back TO France immediately"
MY dear Juliai" exclaimed I