Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1915-12-03
CHI PTER xxvlll--co"tlnusd.

Later, when the others had left
Them to themselves in the music
room, Sabron sat in a big chair by the
open window and Julia Redmond
played to him. The day was warm.
There was a smell of spring flowers
in the air and the vases were filled
with CIRCLES and sweet peas. But
Sabron smelled only the violets in
Julia's girdle. Her hands gently wan
dered over the keys, finding the tune |
that Sabron longed to hear. She |
played the air through, and it seemed |
as though she we're about to sing the |
first verse. She could not do SO. nor |
could she speak.
Sabron rose and came over to
where she sat.
There was a low chair near the
piano and he took 1t, leaning forward,
his hands clasped about his knees.
1t had been the lifelong dream of this
simple-hearted officer that one day he
would speak out his soul to the wom-
an he loved. The time had come.
She sat before him in her unpreten-
tious dress. He was not worldly
enough to know ii cost a great price.
nor TO appreciate that she wore no
jewels-nothing except the bowers he
had sent. Her dark hair was clus-
tered about her ears and her beauti-
full eyes lost their fire in tenderness.
When a man has been very close
to death, Mademoiselle, he looks about
for the reason of his resurrection.
When he returns to the world. he
looks to see what there is in this life
to make it worth living l am young
at the beginning of my career.
may have before me a long life in
which, with health and friends, / may
find much happiness. These things
certainly have their worth to a nor
NAL man-but / cannot make them
real before my eyes just yet AS
look upon the world to which l have
returned, l see nothing but a woman
and her love. If cannot win her for
my wife, If / cannot have her love"
He made an expressive gesture which
more impressively than words implied
how completely he laid down every
thing else to her love and his.
He said. not without certain dig
nifty: Il am quite poor; I have only
y L
little property. 1t is upon a hill
and looks over the sea. with apple
orchards and wheat fields. There is q
house These are my landed estates
MY manhood and my love are my for
tune. If you cannot return my love
shall not thank fremont for bringing
me back from Africa"
The American girl listened to him
with profound emotion. She discov
cred every second how well she un
derstood him, and he had much Il
say, because it was the first time hi
had ever spoken to her of his love
She had put out both her hands and
looking at him fully, said simply:
why it seems to me you mus
know how feel-how can you hell
knowing how I,feel?"
After a little he told her OF MOI
mandy, and how he had spent hi
childhood and boyhood in the chatea
overlooking the wide sea, told he
how he had watched the ships an
used to dream of the countries bt
yond the horizon. and how the appl
blossoms filled the orchards in tn
spring. He told her how he longe
10 go back, and that his wanderin
life had made it impossible for year
Julia whispered: we shall go theT
In the spring. my friend"
He was charming as he sat theI
holding her hands closely, his fin
eyes bent upon her Sabron told he
things that had been deep in hi
heart and mind, waiting for her hel
SO many months. Finally. everythir
merged into his present life. and Il
beauty of what he said dazed her lii
an enchanted sea. He was a soldi
a man of action. yet a dreamer. I'll
fact that his hopes we're about to
realized made him trembie, and as
talked. everything took light from tn
victory. Even his house in NormanC
: began to seem fitting setting for Il
beautiful American.
1T is only Louis XIII chateau;
stands very high, surrounded by {
: chards,= which in the spring are viii
, as snow"
We shall go there in the spring
she whispered.
Sabron stopped speaking, his re
! erie was done, and he was silent
the intensity of his love for h
: surged over him He lifted her de
cate hands to his lips. 1T is APP
now" ne said, and his voice shoe
st is spring now, my love"
= At Julia's side was a slight tous
She cried: 'Pitchounei" He put
paws on her knees and Iookeu up IL
her face.
d Brunei has brought him here" 81
: Sabron, and that means the go
chap is attending to his own 10
making"
/. Julia laid her hand on Pitehoun
b head. He will love the Norman
d beach. Charles
d He will love the forests. 5;
5abron; there are rabbits there.
d On the little dogs head the 1
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