Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1915-07-09

ed almost hostilely on the gorgeous
marquise in her red gown. He felt
that she was glad 70 have him go. He
wanted to say: Il shall come back.
however: l shall come back and when
| return" but he knew that
such a boast. or even such hope was
fruitless,
His colonel had told him only the
day before that Miss Redmond was
one of the richest American heiresses.
and there was a question of duke or
a prince and heaven only knew what
in the way OF titles AS the Inarduise
moved away her progress was some
thing like the rolling OF an elegant
velvet chair, and while his feelings
we're still disturbed Miss Redmond
crossed the room to him. Before Sab
ron quite knew how they had been
able 20 escape the others or leave the
room. he was standing with her In the
winter garden where the sunlight
came in through trellises and the
perfume of the warmed plants was,
heavy and sweet Before them flowed
the Rhone. golden In the winters light.
The blue river swept its waves around
old Tarascon and the battlements OF
King Rene's towers.
You are going to Algiers tomorrow,
Monsieur de Sabron?" Miss Redmond
smiled. and how was Sabron to real
ize that she could not very well have
wept there and then. had she wished
to do so?
Yes" he said. Il adore my regi-
ment love my work. have al
ways wanted to see colonial service"
Have you? II is delightful 10 find
ones ambitions and desires satisfied, =
said Miss Redmond, u have always
longed to see the desert. 1t must he
beautiful OF course you are going TO
take Pitchoune?"
Ali" exclaimed Sabron. that IL
Just what ! am not going to do"
What" she cried, You are never
going to leave that darling dog be
hind your"
Il must, unfortunately, MY superior
officers do not allors me to take horses
or dogs. or even my servant
"Heavensi" she exclaimed. what
brutes they are! Why, Pitchoune will
die of broken heart" Then she
said: "You are leaving him with your
man servant"
Sabron shook his head.
Brunei would not be able to keel
him"
"Ah!" she breathed. "He is looking
for home? Is he? II so. would yot
might take care of Pit
choune?"
The Frenchman impuisively put gu
his hand, and she laid her own In II
You are too good" he rnurmured
Thank you. Pitchoune will thanl
you"
He kissed her hand. That was all.
From within the salon came tn,
noise of voices. and the bow of tn
violonceIlist was beginning d new cor
certo They stood looking at eacl
: other. No condition could have pre-
vented Il although the Marquis
d'Escllgnac was rolling toward ther
I. across the polished floor of the music
l room. AS though Sabron realized tina
he might never see this lovely youn
. woman again, probably never woul
. see her, and wanted before he left /
e have something made clear he aske
quickly:
Gould you, Mademoiselle, In . wor
or two tell me the meaning of the Enl
lish song you sang2"
She flushed and laughed Alsghtly.
We'll. It is not very easy to put
In prose- she hesitated Thing
sound so differently In music an
poetry: but It MEANS" she said
French. bravely, why. 1t III sort {
prayer that someone you love yer
much should be kept safe night an
day. That's about all There Ii a II
tie sadness in IT, as though" and h
cheeks glowed. "as II there was 10
of separation. II means
All" breathed the officer deepi
J Il understand. Thank you.
And Just then Madame d.Eacligni
rolled up between them and with 8
unmistakable satisfaction presented
her niece the gentleman ahe had 8
cured.
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