The Parma herald. (Parma, Idaho) 1903-1917, 1915-07-29
TWo Love atories.

49,
II 1t had not been for her absorbing
thought Of 8abron. Julia would have
reveled In the desert and the new ex.
periences. As it was. its charm and
magic and the fact that he travelled
over It 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 hope.
lessly withered life.
Julia, l cannot ride any fartherl"
exclaimed the comtesse.
She was an excellent horsewoman
and had ridden all her life, but her
riding Of late had consisted Of can
ter In the Bots de Boulogne at noon,
and 1t was sometimes hard to follow
Julfa's tfreless 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
Algfers and the seventh day Of Julia's
excursion. A fresh wind blew from
the west, lifting their wells from their
felmets 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-
'ectly we'll the reason for this excur-
sion and its Importance. not one word
aad been spoken between them OF
Sabron and fremont other than q
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
It's mystery. "The star shines over
their caravan" unused Madame de la
Maine (Julia had not thought Therese
"as though to leac them
home"
Madame de la Maine turned her face
and Julia saw tears in her eyes. The
Frenchwoman's control war usually
perfect. she treated most things with
gayety. The bright softness
OF her eyes touched Julia.
"Therese!' exclaimed the Ameri
can girl. 1T is only fourteen days!''
Madame de la 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 few away like light
and it was Julia who first drew rein
"Therese! Theresel We cannot
go any fartherl"
LADY," said Azrael He drew his
big black horse up beside them. eve
must go back to the tents"
Madame de la Maine pointed with
her whip toward the horizon. TT is
cruel! IT ever recedes!"
Tell me. Julia, of Monsieur de
Sabron." asked Madame de la Maine
abruptly.
There is 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
tiers In clear white, Julia and Madame
de Ia 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
chere. without there being something
to tell"
TT Is true" said Miss Redmond
and would you be with me, Therese
II did not trust your And what do
you want me to tell7" she added
nnively.
The comtesse laughed.
"vous etes charmante. Julia!"
Il met Monsieur de Sabron,~ said
Julia slowly. mot many months ago in
Tarascon. saw him several times
and then he went away"
And then7" urged Madame de Ia
Maine eagerly.
He left his little dog. Pitchoune
with me. and Pitchoune ran after his
master, to Marseilles. fiinging himself
into the water. aud was rescued BY