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CHAPTER xxV-continued.

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 Sabron could not reply. Her rib bons and flowers and jewels shook in his eyes like a kaleidoscope His flush 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. Tho Marquise d'Esclignac looked on a man who had been far and who had determined of his own ac- cord to come back. She said more gently, putting her hand affectionately over his:
 Get strong, monsieur-get we'll Eat all the good things we are making for you. l dare say that the army cannot spare you. It 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 iy cursed the life that had brought him back to world which must be lonely for him heneeferth.
 When he sat up in bed he was shadow. He had book to read and read 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 it was that he had seen Julia Redmond come several times to his bedside during the early days of his illness here in the hos pttal 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 10 the wards and began her mission. One after another she sang familiar songs
 How the poor devils must love itl" Sabron thought, and he blessed her for charity.
 How familiar was her voice, But that was only because he was so ill But he began to wonder and to doubt. md across the distance came the 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 encirclng arms
 Unti1 the light.
 My heart is with you as I kneel to pray Good night! God keep you in his care
 alway.
 Thick shadows creep like silent ghosts
 About my head
 ] lose myself in tender dreams
 
 The moon comes stealing through the A silver sickle gleaming mid the stars. For I. though I am far away,
 Feel safe and strong.
 To trust you thus, dear loye-and yet
 The night is long.
 I say with sobbing breath the old fond prayer.
 Good night! Sweet dreams. God keep
 you everywherei'
 When she had finished singing there were tears on the soldiers cheeks and he was not ashamed. Pitchoune, who remembered the tune as we'll CT, Jt up to him and laid his head on his oaster's hand Sabron had just time to wipe away the tears when the Due de Fremont came in.
 "Old fellow, do you feel up to see ing Miss Redmond for a few mo- ments?"
 When she came in he did not know whether he most clearly saw her sim pie summer dress with the single jewel at her throat, her large hat that framed her face, or the gentle lovely face all sweetness and sympathy. He believed her to be the future Duch- esse de Fremont.
 Monsieur de Sabron, we are all so glad you are getting we'll"
 Thank you, Mademoiselle."
 He seemed to look at her from great distance, from the distance to the end of which he had so wearilv been travelling. She was lovelier than he had dreamed, more rarely sweet and adorable
 Did you recognize the little song. Monseur?"
 Tt was good of you to sing it''
 This is not the first time I have cen you, Monsieur de Sabron. I | came when you were too i'll to kno7 of it."
 Then I did not dream" said the l officer simply.
 He was as proud as ne was poor | He could only suppose her engaged | 10 the Due de Fremont It explained | her presence here. In his widest | dreams he could not suppose that she | had followed him to Africa Julia. on | her part, having done an extraordin. | ary and wonderful thing, like every brave woman, was seized with terror | and a sudden cowardice. Sabron | after all, was a stranger. How could | she know his feelings for her? She spent a miserable day. He was out | ef all danger; in fortnight he | might leave the hospital She did not feel that she could see him again as things were. The Com. .esse de la Maine had returned to Paris as soon as Fremont came in fha docQrf