The Carlisle independent., 1915-11-11
CHAPTER xxvIII-continued.

room, Sabron sat in a big chair by the open window and Julia Redmond played to him. The day was warm. fhere was smell of spring flowers n the air and the vases were filled with g1roies and sweet peas But oabron smelled only the violets in Julia's girdle. Her hands gently wan aered over the keys, finding the tune ehat Sabron longed to hear. She played the air through, and it seemed as though she were about to sing the hrst 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 it, leaning forward, his hands clasped about his knees. It had been the lifelong dream of this slmple-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- dous dress. He was not worldly enough to know it cost a great price. nor to appreciate that she wore no lewels-nothing except the flowers he had sent. Her dark hair was clus. tered about her ears and her beautt- ful eyes lost their fire in tenderness.
 When a man has been very close to death, Mademoiselle, he looks about Tor 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. I am young at the beginning of my career. may have before me a long life in which, with health and friends, I may find much happiness These things certainly have their worth to a nor mai man-but I cannot make them real before my eyes just yet. As I look upon the world to which I have returned, l see nothing but woman and her love. If I cannot win her for my wife, if cannot have her love" He made an expressive gesture which more fmpressively than words implied how completely he laid down every thing else to her love and his.
 He said, not without a certain dig nity: T am quite poor: I have only my soldiers pay. In Normandy I own a little property. It is upon a hill and looks over the sea, with apple orchards and wheat fields. There is a house. These are my landed estates My manhood and my love are my for
  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 we'll she un- derstood him, and he had much to say, because it was the first time he 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 must know how I feel-how can you help knowing how I feel?"
 
 After a little he told her of Nor mandy, and how he had spent his childhood and boyhood in the chateau overlooking the wide sea, told her how he had watched the ships and used to dream of the countries be- yond the horizon, and how the apple blossoms filled the orchards in the spring. He told her how he longed to go back, and that his wandering life had made 1t impossible for years.
 Julia whispered: We shall go there in the spring, my friend"
 He was charming as he sat there holding her hands closely, his fine eyes bent upon her. Sabron told her things that had been deep in his heart and mind, waiting for her here so many months. Finally, everything merged into his present life. and the beauty of what he said dazed her like an enchanted sea. He was a soldi :, a man of action. yet a dreamer. The fact that his hopes were about to be realized made him tremble, and as he talked, everything took light from this victory. Even his house in Normandy began to seem a fitting setting for the beautiful American.
 'Tt is only Louis XIII chateau; it stands very high, surrounded by or chards, which in the spring are white as snow."
 we shall go there in the spring." she whispered.
 Sabron stopped speaking. his rev. erie was done, and he was silent as the intensity of his love for her surged over him. He lifted her deli cate hands to his lips. "It Is April now." he said, and his voice shook. 'it is spring now, my love-"
 
 At Julia's side was slight touch. She cried: "Pitchoune!" He put his paws on her knees and looked up into her face.
 Brunei has brought him here" said Sabron, land that means the good chap is attending to his own love making"
 Julia laid her hand on Pitchoune's Jxx