The weekly times-record. (Valley City, N.D.) 1912-1922, 1915-04-29

Threatened by the Enguifins Sand.
"You will be leaving the army, Of
course" she murmured, looking at him
interestedly.
"Madame!" said the Capitaine de
Sabron, with his blood-all that was
in him-rising to his cheeks.
II mean that France has done moth.
ing for you. France did not rescue
you and you may feel like seeking q
more-another career"
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. The Marquise d'Esclignac
looked on man who had been far
and who had determined of his own &C.
cord to come back. She said more
gently, putting her hand affectionately
over his: ..@ ..
Get strong, monsieur-get well. Eat
oil the good things we are making fol
you. I 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 that had brought
him back to world which must be
lonely for him henceforth.
When he sat up in bed he was 9
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 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.
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. ...' s@ III.
How the poor 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 the
notes of the tune, the melody Of the
song that had haunted him for many
months: #
God keep you safe, my love,
4 All through the night;
Rest close in his encircling arms
Until the light.
My heart is with you as I kneel to pray,
Good night! God keep you in his care
Away.
Thick shadows creep like silent ghosts
About my head:
lose myself in tender dreams
Il While overhead
The moon comes stealing through tho
WindoW-bars,
A silver sickle cleaning mid the stars.
For I, though am far away,
Feel safe and strong,
TO trust you thus, dear love-and yet,
The night is long.
say with sobbing breath the old fond
Good night! Sweet dreams! God keep
you everywhere"
When she had finished singing there
were tears on the soldiers cheeks and
he was not ashamed. Pitchoune, who
remembered the tune as well, crept
up to him and laid his head on his
masters 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 few mo-
ments ?"
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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
lace all sweetness and sympathy. He
believed her to be the future Ouch
esse de fremont: -. -