Clearwater Republican. [volume] (Orofino, Idaho) 1912-1922, 1915-10-01
CHAPTER XIII.
Two Love Stories.

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Two Love Stories.
II 1t had not been for her absorbing
thought of Sabron, Julia would have
reveled In the desert and the new ex.
periences. AS 1t was, its charm and
magic and the fact that he travelled
over 1t helped her to endure the inter-
val
In the deep impenetrable silence she
seemed to hear her future speak to
her. She believed that 1t would either
be wonderfully happy one, or a hope
lessly withered life.
Julia. cannot ride any farther!"
exclaimed the comtesse.
She was an excellent horsewoman
and had ridden all her life, but her
riding of late had consisted of a can
ter In the Bots de Boulogne at noon,
and 1t was sometimes hard to follow
Julia's tireless gallops toward an ever
disappearing goal.
"Forgiv" me" said Miss Redmond,
and brought her horse up to her
friends side.
1t was the cool of the day, of the
fourteenth day since fremont had left
Algiers and the seventh day Of Julia's
excursion. fresh wind blew from
the west, lifting their wells from their
Helmets and bringing the fragrance of
the mimosa into whose scanty forest
they had ridden. The sky paled to-
ward sunset, and the evening star,
second In glory only to the moon,
hung over the west.
Although both women knew per-
fectly we'll the reason for this excur-
sion and its Importance, not one word
had been spoken between them Of
SabrOn and fremont other than a
natural interest and anxiety.
! They might have been two hospital
nurses awaiting their patients.
They halted their horses, looking
over toward the western horizon and
its mystery. "The star shines over
their caravan" unused Madame de la
Maine (Julia had not thought Therese
poeticaD. "as though to leac them
home"
and Julia saw tears in her eyes. The
Frenchwomans control wat usually
perfect. she treated most things with
mocking gayety. The bright softness
Of her eyes touched Julia.
''Therese!" exclaimed the Ameri-
can girl. ut is only fourteen days!"
Madame de Ia Maine laughed. There
was break in her voice. only four
teen days" she repeated, and any
one of those days may mean DEATH"
She threw back her head, touched
her stallion. and flew away like light,
and 1t was Julia who first drew rein.
"Therese! Therese! We cannot
90 any farther!"
LADY," said Azrael. He drew his
big black horse up beside them. I'VE
must go back to the tents"
Madame de la Maine pointed with
her whip toward the horizon. 1T is
cruel! 1t ever recedes!"
"Tell me, Julia, OF Monsieur de
6abron," asked Madame de la Maine
abruptly.
Tnere 1s nothing to tell, Therese."
you don't trust me?"
do you think that, really?"
In the tent where Azrael served
them their meal, under the ceiling of
Turkish red with its Arabic charac-
ters in clear white, Julia and Madame
de la Maine sat while their coffee was
served them by Syrian servant.
"A girl does not come into the Sa-
hara and watch like sentinel, does
not suffer as you have suffered, ma
ohere, without there being something
to tell"
ut b true" said Miss Redmond,
'and would you be with me, Therese,
II did not trust you? And what do
you want me to tell?" she added
naively.
The comtesse laughed.
"Vous etes charmante, Julial"
II met Monsieur de Sabron," said
Julia slowly. mot many months ago in
Tarascon. l saw him several times.
and then he went away"
"And them urged Madame de la
Maine eagerly.
HE left his little dog, Pitchoune,
with me, and Pitchoune ran after his
master, to Marseilles. finging himself
into tie water. and was rescued by