The Carlisle independent., 1915-10-14
CHAPTER xXlIl.
Two Love Stories.

f It had not been for her absorbing ought of Sabron. Julia would have Peled in the desert and the new ex- #'nences. As 1t was. it's charm and agic and the fact that he travelled ser 1t helped her to endure the inter- 
 h the deep impenetrable silence she tined to hear her future speak to She believed that it would either wonderfully happy one, or hope Sly withered life.
 EJulia, I cannot ride any fartheri" siaimed the comtesse.
 #he was an excellent horsewoman A had ridden all her life, but her Wing of late had consisted of a can in the Bois de Boulogne at noon. 1t was sometimes hard to follow sia's tireless gallops toward an ever appearing goal
 Forgivc me-" said Miss Redmond. ad brought her horse up to her lends side.
 t was the. cool of the day, of the forteenth day since Fremont had left Ahefs and the seventh day of Julia's exOrsion. A fresh wind blew from thewest, lifting their wells from their fehets and bringing the fragrance of the mimosa into whose scanty forest the had ridden. The sky paled to- wad sunset, and the evening star, seond in glor.' only to the moon. hug over the west.
 Although both women klew per. fectly well the reason for this excur- sion and it's importance. not one word bad been spoken between them of Sao'on and Fremont other than a natqFal interest and anxiety.
 Ttey might have been two hospital nurIs awaiting their patients. Ney halted their horses. looking oye1 toward the western horizon and it's pystery. The star shines over the1 caravan" unused Madame de Ia hai'e (Julia had not thought Therese poelcaD. as though to leac them hon."
 Madame de la Maine turned her face andIulia saw tears in her eyes. The Frechwoman's control was usually perfct she treated most things with mocing gayety. The bright softness of hr eyes touched Julia. pS~-ese!,' exclaimed the Ameri. girl. Tt ii, only fourteen daysi" ldame de Maine laughed. There break fin her voice "Cnly four days" she repeated, "and any of those days may mean death," e threw back her head touched tallion. and flew away like light,
 was Julia who first drew rein. erese! Therese! We cannot farther!"
 dy!' said Azrael. He drew his ack horse up beside them. I've Bo back to the tents."
 8ame de la Maine pointed with ship toward the horizon. Tt is
 It ever recedes!"
 
 MI me, Julia. of Monsieur de h." asked Madame de la Maine dny. lere is nothing to tell. Therese." lu don't trust me?"
 you think that. really?" the tent where Azrael served gtheir meal. under the ceiling of Bh red with its Arabic charac-
 clear white. Julia and Madame 4Maine sat while their coffee was f them by Syrian servant igirl does not come into the Sa- Ihnd watch like a sentinel. does Ylffer as you have suffered, ma
 without there being something
 lis true" said Miss Redmond, would you be with me. Therese. q not trust you? And what do
 ant me to tell?" she added
 comtesse laughed hs etes charmante. Julia!-
 bet Monsieur de Sabron." said
 lcwly, not maay months ago in lon I saw him several times.
 len he went away"
 them" urged Madame de Ia
 eagerly
 left his little dog. Pitchoune.
 ke. and 2itchoune ran after his
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 ,s water. and was rescued by