Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1915-04-08
@The Ornament, MONSIEUR"


@The Ornament, Monsieur"
There is q great deal of poverty in
Nice, and Paris is the nearest of al"
The American, girls are very inn
aginative," said Julia Redmond. I'VE
must have some romance in all we
do"
Il find the American girls very
charming" said fremont.
do you know many, Monsieur"
! "Only one," he said serenely.
Miss Redmond changed the subject
quickly and cleverly, and before he
knew 1t, fremont was telling her
stories about his own military serv-
ice, which had been made in Africa.
He talked we'll and entertained them
both, and Julia Redmond listened
when he told her of the desert, Of its
charm and its desolation, and of its
dangers. An hour passed. The Mar
! quise d'Esclignac took an ante
prandial stroll, Mimi mincing at her
heels
'Ce pauvre Sabron!" said fremont.
HE has disappeared of the face Of
the earth. What horrible thing it
was, Mademoiselle! l knew him in
Paris; l remember meeting him
again the night before he left the
Midi. He was fine fellow with q
career before him. his friends say"
what do you think has become Of
Monsieur de Sabronf" - }-''a7A-.sf''
Miss Redmond so far, had only
been able to ask this question Of her
aunt and of the stars. None Of them
had been able to tell her. TreUont
shrugged his shoulders thoughtfully.
HE may have dragged himself
away to die in some ambush that they
have not discovered. or likely he has
been take captive, le pauyre diable!"
France will do all 1t can. Mon
eieur
They will do all they can, which
is to wait An extraordinary measure,
II taken just now, would probably re-
suit in Sabron being put to death by
his captors. He may be found to-
morrow-he may never be found"
! A slight murmur from the young
girl beside him made fremont look
at her. He saw that her hands were
| clasped and that her face was quite
white, her eyes staring fxedly before
her. out toward Africa. fremont
! said:
"You are compassion itself, Made
moiselle; you have tender heart.
No wonder you wear the Red Cross.
| l am soldier, Mademoiselle. / thank
you for all soldiers. j thank you for
Sabron -. but, we must not talk
Of such things"
He thought her very charming, both
romantic and fdealistic. She would
make delightful friend. Would she
not be too intense for wife? How
ever, many women Of fashion joined
| the Red Cross, fremont was com.
monplace man. conventional in his
heart and in his tastes.
my children" said the marquise,
coming up to them with Mimi in her
arms, you are as serious as though
We were on boat bound for the
North Pole and expected to live on
timed things and salt fish. Aren't
you hungry, Julia? Robert, take Mimi
to my maid. will you? julia" said
her aunt as fremont went away with
the little dog, you look dramatic, my
dear; you're pale as death IN spite Of
this divine air and this enchanting
sea- She linked ner arm through
her niece's. Take a brisk walk with
me for five minutes and whip up your
blood. I believe you were on the
point Of making fremont some I'M
wise confession"
| II assure you no. ma tante."
'Isn't Bob darling, Julia!"
sAwfully," returned her niece alb
sent-mindedly.
Hes the most eligible young man
n Paris, Julia, and the most difficult
to p1sase."
ma tante," said the girl In low
tone, The tells mo that France at
| present can DC practically nothing
about finding Monsieur de Sabron.
Fancy great army and . great ma
ton helpless for the rescue Of sin
gle soldier. and his life 1t stake!"
aJulia," said the marQuise. taking
the trembling hand In her own. you
win make yourself Ill. my darling.
and you win be no use to anyone. you
know"
You're right" returned the girl.
Il win be silent and / win only pray"
She turned nom her aunt to stand
for few moments quiet, looking ont
ct the sea, at the blue water through
which the boat cut and dew. Along
The horizon was O. mist roeX anu