Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1915-03-26

ed almost hostilely on the gorgeous
marquise in her red gown. He felt
that she was glad to have him go. He
wanted to say: Il shall come back,
however; | shall ONE back and when
| return but he knew that
such a boast, or even such a 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 a duke or
a prince and heaven only knew what
in the way of titles. AS the marquise
moved away her progress was some
thing like the rolling of an elegant
velvet chair, and while his feelings
were still disturbed Miss Redmond
crossed the room to him. Before Sab
ron quite knew how they had been
able to escape the others or leave the
room, he was standing with herr 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 we'll have
wept there and then, had she wished
to do SO?
YES" he said. 81 adore my regi.
ment. 1 love my work. have al
ways wanted to see colonial service"
Have you? It is delightful to find
ones ambitions and desires satisfied
said Miss Redmond. Il have always
longed to see the desert. 1t must be
beautiful. OF course vol are going tc
take Pitchoune?"
"Ah!" exclaimed Sabron, "that is
just what | am not going to do"
What" she cried. You are never
going to leave that darling dog be
hind your"
81 must, unfortunately. My superior
officers do not allow me to take horses
or dogs, or ever my servant"
"Heavens!" she exclaimed. "Wha
brutes they are! Why, Pitchoune will
die of a broken heart" Then sh'
said: You are leaving him with you
man servant?"
Sabron shook his head.
Brunei would not be able to kee,
him.
"Ah!" she breathed. "He is lookinI
for a home? Is he? If SO. would 20
might l take care of Pit
choune?"
The Frenchman impulsively put on
his hand, and she laid her own in i
You are too good" he murmuret
Thank you. Pitchoune will than
you"
He kissed her hand. That was all.
From within the salon came tn
noise of voices, and the bow of tn
v~ioloncellist was beginning a new COZ
certo. They stood looking at eac
other. No condition could have pr
vented it although the Marquis
) d'Esclignac was rolling toward thel
, across the polished floor of the musi
! room. AS though Sabron realized ths
J he might never see this lovely youn
woman again, probably never woul
see her. and wanted before he left
. have something made clear. he aske
quickly:
Gould you, Mademoiselle, in a VOL
or two tell me the meaning of the En-
lish song you sang?"
She flushed and laughed slightly.
We'll. it is not very easy to put
in prose-" she hesitated. Thin,
sound so differently in music al
poetry; but it MEANS" she said
French, bravely, why, it is a sort
prayer that someone you love We
much should be kept safe night al
day. That's about all. There is a
tie sadness in it, as though" and h
cheeks glowed, "as If there was a SO
Of separation. 1t meal :"
"Ah!" breathed the officer deep
Il understand. Thank you"
And just then Madame d'Esclign
rolled up between them and with
unmistakable satisfaction presented
her niece the gentleman she had
cured.
(TO BE CoNTINUED.)