Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1915-06-18
CHAPTER XIII.
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 it 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 it would either
be n 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 it was sometimes hard to follow
Julia's t~ireless 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. 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-
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 owe
their caravan" unused Madame de la
Maine Julia had not thought Therese
poetical). "as though to leac them
home"
Madame de la Maine turned her face
end Julia saw tears In her eyes. The
Frenchwoman's control wal usually
perfect. she treated most things with
hooking gayety. The bright s~oftness
of her eyes touched Julia.
"Therese!" exclaimed the Ameri-
can girl. 1T is only fourteen daysl'
Madame de a Maine laughed. There
was a break In her voice. only four
teen days" she repeated, and any
n of those days may mean DEATH
She threw back her head, touched
her stallion. and few way like light,
and II was Julia who first drew rein.
"Therese! Therese! We cannot
go 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
crueIl II aver recedesi"
Tell me, Julia, of Monsieur dc
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 serve,
them their meal, under the ceiling o
Turkish red with its Arabic charac
tiers in clear white, Julia and Madam,
de la Maine sat while their coffee wa.
served them by a Syrian servant.
J "A girl does not come into the Sa
hara and watch like a sentinel. doe
not suffer as you have suffered, m;
chere, without there being somethinI
to tell"
1T is true" said Miss Redmond
and would you be with me, Therese
If | did not trust you? And what d,
you want me to tell?" she added
naively.
The comtesse laughed.
"Vous etes ~charmante, Julia!"
!. Il met Monsieur de Sabron," sal
Julia slowly, not many months ago Il
Tarascon. / saw him several times
and then he went away"
And them" urged Madame de I
Maine eagerly.
He left his little dog, Pitchount
with me, and Pitchoune. ran after hi
master, to Marseilles, finging himsel
into the water, and was rescued b