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

glad you are getting we'll"
Thank you, Mademoiselle"
He seemed to. look at her from q
great distance, from the distance to
the end Of which he had so wearily
been travelling. She was lovelier than
he had dreamed, more rarely sweet
and adorable.
did you recognize the little song,
Monsieur"
1T was good Of you to sing It"
"This is not the first time / have
seen you. Monsieur de Sabron. I
came when you were too Ill to know
Of it."
"Then I did not dream" said the
officer simply.
He was as proud as he was poor.
He could only suppose her engaged
TO 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 q stranger. How could
she know his feelings for her? She
spent a miserable day. He was out
Of all danger; in a fortnight he
might leave the hospital. She did
not feel that she could see him
again as things we're. The Com.
Jesse de la Maine had returned to
Paris as soon as fremont came in
from the desert. ..t
ma tante," said Julia Redmond to
the Marquise d'Esclignac. "can we 60
back to France immediately"
sMy dear JuliA!" exclaimed her
aunt, in surprise and delight. "Rob-
ert will be enchanted, but he would
no: be able to leave his friend SO
soon."
HE need not" said the girl, NOR
need you leave unless you WISH"
The Marquise d'Esclignac entertain.
ed thousand thoughts. She had not
studied young girls minds for long
time. She had heard that the mod.
ern American girl was very extreme
and she held her in rather light es-
TEEN. Julia Redmond she had con.
sidered to be out of the general rule.
''Was it possible" she wondered,
that Julia, in comparing fremont
with the invalid, found Robert more
attractive?"
Julia" she said severely, as though
her niece were child, pointing to q
chair, "sit down." -
Slightly smiling, the young girl
obeyed her aunt. -
my dear, I have followed your ca
prices from France to Africa. Only
by pleading heart-failure and mortal
illness could I dissuade you from 60
Ing into the desert with the caravan.
Now, without any apparent reason.
you wish to return to France"
"The reason for coming here has
been accomplished, ma tante. Mon.
sieur de Sabron has been found"
"And now that you have found him."
said the marquise reproachfully, ''and
you discover that he is not all your
romantic fancy imagined, you are 60
Ing to run away from him. In short,
you mean to throw him over" .
Throw him over, ma tante!" muir
INJURED the girl. II have never had
the chance. Between Monsieur de
Sabron and myself there is only
"Fiddlesticks!" said the Marquise
d'Esclignac impatiently. II have no
understanding Of the modern young
girl. She makes her own marriages
and her subsequent divorces. l am
your aunt, my dear, your mothers
sister, and a woman of at least TWEEN,
ty-five years more experience than
you have" .s~s,s IT.
Julia was not following her aunt's
train of thought, but her own. She
felt the hint Of authority and bondage
In her aunt's tone and repeated:
II wish to leave Algiers tomorrow"
"You shall do so," said her aunt. Il
am rejoiced to get out Of the Orient.
It Is late to order my dresses for
Trouville, but l can manage. Before
we 60, however, my dear, want you
to make me promise"
"A promise, ma tante?" The girls
tone implied that she did not think
she would give it.
"You have played the part Of fate
in the life of this young man, who, I
find, is charming and brave man.
Now you must stand by your guns,
my dear Julia"
why, how do you mean, ma tante"
''You will 60 to Paris and the Cap.
itaine de Sabron will get well rapidly.
He will follow you, and If it were not
for fremont, myself, your Red Cross
Society and the presence here Of
Madame de Ia Maine, you would have
been very much compromised. But
never mind" said the Marquise
d'Esclignac magnif1cently, my name
is sufficient protection for my niece.
/ am thinking solely Of the poor young
man."
"Of Monsieur de Sabron?"
''Of course" said the Marquise d'Es.
.