The Meridian times. (Meridian, Idaho) 1909-1938, 1915-10-15
CHAPTER xxvIll-continuea.


room, Sabron sat in a big chair nv IN.
open window and Julia Redmond
prayed to him. The day was warm
= mere was smell of spring flowers
10 the air and the vases were filled
win CIRCLES and sweet peas. But
oaDron smelled only the violets in
suiias girdle. Her hands gently wan
uered over the keys, finding the tune
'nat Sabron longed to hear. She
prayed the air through, and it seemed
as though she were about to sing the
nrst verse. She could not do so. nor
could she speak.
Saoron rose and came over to
where she sat-
ihere was low chair near the
piano and he took 1t, leaning forward.
MS hands clasped about his knees
~ mad been the lifelong dream of this
simple-hearted officer that one day he
would speak out his soul to the won.
an NE loved The time had come.
Sne sat before him In her unpreten-
tlous dress. He was not worldly
enough to know it cost a great price.
nor to appreciate that she wore no
Jewels-nothing except the flowers he
mad sent. Her dark hair was clus-
Tered about her ears and her beauti-
iul eyes lost their fire in tenderness.
when man has been very close
TO death, Mademoiselle, he looks about
Ior 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. 1 am young
at the beginning of my career. 7
may have before me a long life in
which, with health and friends, l may
md much happiness. These things
certainly have their worth to a nor.
mai man-but / cannot make them
real before my eyes just yet. AS I
look upon the world to which | have
returned, | see nothing but a woman
and her love. If cannot win her for
my wife, If I cannot have her love"
He made an expressive gesture which
more impressively than words implied
now completely he laid down every
thing else to her love and his.
He said, not without certain dig
nifty Il am quite poor; 1 have only
my soldiers pay. In Normandy 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
tune. If you cannot return my love I
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 well she I'M
derstood him, and he had much tn
say, because it was the first time he
had ever spoken to her of his love.
Sne mad put out both her hands and.
looking at him fully, said simply:
Why it seems to me you must
know how feel-how can you help
moving how l feel?"
After 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
low he had watched the ships and
lsed to dream of the countries be-
'ond the horizon, and how the apple
blossoms filled the orchards in the
pring. He told her how he longed
o go back. and that his wandering
life had made 1t impossible for years.
Julia whispered: I'VE shall go there
n the spring, my friend"
He was charming as he sat there
olding her hands closely, his fine
yes bent upon her. Sabron told her
hings that had been deep in his
cart and mind. waiting for her here
o many months. Finally, everything
Merged into his present life, and the
eauty of what he said dazed her like
n enchanted sea. He was a soldi r,
man of action, yet dreamer. The
act that his hopes were about to be
ealized made him tremble, and as he
ilked, everything took light from this
ietory. Even his house in Normandy
egan to seem fitting setting for the
eautiful American.
1T is only a Louis XIII chateau; it
lands very high, surrounded by or
lards. which in the spring are white
5 snow"
I'VE shall go there in the spring."
lie whispered.
Sabron stopped speaking, his rev.
lie was done, and he was silent as $
lie intensity of his love for her I
Urged over him. He lifted her deli
tie hands to his lips. ut is April :
,w,' he said, and his voice shook, =
t is spring now, my love" :
At Julias side was a slight touch. :
he cried: "Pitchounel" He put his "
Tvs on her knees and looked up into .
IT face.
Brunei has brought him here. said .
lbron, and that means the good +,
ap is attending to his own love
aking." a
Julia laid her hand on Pitchoune's T
aid. He will love the Normandy W