Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1915-10-15

on those silent days, and his blue
eyes. where the very whites were
burned, began to wear the far-away,
mysterious look of the traveller across
long distances, During the last sand
storm he stood. with the camels, round
Sabron's litter, human shade and
shield. and when the storm ceased he
fell like one dead, and the Arabs
pulled on his boots and put him to bed
| like a child.
One shutdown. as they travelled into
the afterglow with the East behind
| them, when fremont thought he
could not endure another day of the
voyage when the pallor and Weakness
| of Sabron's face were like death itself,
Hammet Abou, who rode ahead. cried
out and pulled up his camel short.
He waved him arm.
"A caravan. monsieur"
In the distance they saw the tents,
like lotus leaves, scattered on the pink
sands. and the dark shadows Of the
Arabs and the couchant beasts, and
the glow of the encampment fire.
All CHSdnRulSult mOubiOut.
fremont sighed. He drew the cur
tain of the litter and looked in upon
Sabron, who was sleeping, His set
features, the growth of his uncut
beard, the long fringe of his eyes. his
dark hair upon his forehead. his wan
transparency-with the peace upon his
face, he might have been figure OF
Christ waiting for sepulture.
fremont cried to him: "Sabron,
mon vieux Charles, reveille-toi! We
are in sight of human beings!"
But Sabron gave no sign that he
heard or cared.
Throughout the journey across the
desert, Pitchoune had ridden at his
will and according to his taste, some
times journeying for the entire day
perched upon Tremont's camel. HI
sat like a little figureheAd or q mas
cot, with ears pointed northward anG
his keen nose smiling the desert air
Sometimes ne would take the SAINT
position on one OF the mules that car
ried Sabron's litter, at his master,
feet. There he would lie hour afte
hour, with his soft eyes fixed will
understanding sympathy upon Sab
, ron's face.
He was, as he had been to Fato1
! Ami, q kind OF fetish-the caravan
| adored him. Now from his position a
Sabron's feet, he crawled up an
licked his masters hand.
"Charles!" fremont cried, and If
: ed the soldiers hand.
Sabron opened his eyes. He wa
sane. The glimmer of a smile touehe
his lips. He said Tremont's name
recognized him. Are we homer" h
asked weakly. lis it France?"
fremont turned and dashed away
! tear.
He drew the curtains of the lite
and now walked beside 1t. his leg
feeling like cotton and his heart bea
> ing.
: AS they came up toward the eI
:, campment, two people rode out
meet them, two women in white ridin
z habits, on stations, and as the evenin
breeze futtered the wells from the
AAGy oCOhASu ~ NC hohs !
welcome.
!, Under his helmet fremont was re
y and burned. He had a short, roug
!. growth Of beard.
. Therese de la Maine and Julia Re
y mond rode up. fremont recognize
. them, and came forward, half stagge
> ing. He looked at Julia and smile
- and pointed with his left hand towaI
h the litter; but he went directly up
Madame de la Maine, who sat immo
a able on her little stallion. TremoI
: seemed to gather her in his arms +
!. lifted her down to him.
Julia Redmond's eyes we're on II
i litter, whose curtains were stirring
the breeze. Hammet Abou, with
!. profound salaam. came forward to he
'.Mademoiselle." he said, respeC
:. fully, The lives. I have kept my word
= Pftchoune sprang from the litter an
y ran over the sands to Julia Redmon
= She dismonnted from her horse aloI
and called him. "Pitchoune! p
choune!" Kneeling down on the de
ert, she stopped TO caress him. al
he crouched at her feet licking b,
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