The Idaho recorder. [volume] (Salmon City, Idaho) 1886-1927, 1915-10-01


eyes. where the very whites were
eurned. began TO wear the faraway.
mysterious look Of the traveller across
long distances. During the last sand
storm he stood. with the camels, round
sabron's litter, a human shade and
shield, and when the storm ceased he
fell like one dead, and the Arabs
pulled of his boots and put him to bed
like a child.
One shutdown. as they travelled into
the afterglow with the East behind
them, when fremont thought he
could not endure another day of the
voyage. when the pallor and waxiness
OF sabrons face we're like death itself,
Hammet Abou. who rode ahead. cried
out and pulled up his camel short
He waved him arm.
"A caravan, monsieur"
In the distance they saw the tents.
like lotus leaves, scattered on the pink
sands, and the dark shadows OF the
Arabs and the couchant beasts, and
the glow OF the encampment fire.
IAN encampment, monsieurl"
fremont sighed. lie drew the cur
tain of the litter and looked In upon
Sabron, who was sleeping. His set
features. the growth OF his uncut
beard, the long fringe OF his eyes. his
dark hair upon his forehead. his wan
transparency-with the peace upon his
face, he might have been figure of
Christ waiting for sepulture.
fremont cried TO him; "sabron,
mon yieux Charles, revellle-toil We
are in sight OF human beingsl"
But sabron gave no sign that he
heard or cared.
Throughout the journey across the
desert. Pitchoune had ridden at his
will and according to his taste, some
times journeying for the entire day
perChed upon Tremonts camel. He
sat like little hgurehead or a mas
cot, with ears pointed northward and
his keen nose smiling the desert air,
Sometimes no would take the same
position on one OF the mules that car.
ried Sabron's litter. at his masters
feet. There he would lie hour after
hour. with his soft eyes fxed with
understanding sympathy upon Sab
ron's face
He was. as he had been to Fatou
Ami, kind OF fetish--the caravan
adored him. Now from his position at
SRbron's feet. he crawled up and
licked his masters hand.
"Charlesl" fremont cried. and lift.
ed the soldiers hand.
sabron opened his eyes. He was
sane. The glimmer OF smile touched
his lips, He said Tremont's name.
recognized him. Are We homer" he
asked weakly. rs II France7"
fremont turned and dashed away q
tear.
lilo drew the curtains of the litter
and now walked beside II, his legs
feeling like cotton and his heart beat.
Ing
A they came up toward the en-.
campment. two people rode out to
meet them. two women in white riding
habits. on stations, and as the evening
breeze tiuttered the wells from their
helmets, they seemed to be flags of
welcome
Under his helmet fremont was red
and burned. He had short. rough
growth OF beard,
Therese de In Maine and Julia Red.
mond rode up. fremont recognized
them and came forward. half stagEer.
Ing lie looked at Julia and smiled,
and pointed with his left hand toward
the litter, but he went directly up 10
Madame do la Maine. who sat immov.
able on her little stallion. fremont
seemed to gather her In his arms He
| lifted her down TO him.
Julia Redmonds eyes were on the
litter, whose curtains were stirring in
/ the breeze, Hammet Abou. with a
profound saiaam. came forward to her.
"Mademoiselle." he said. respect.
fully, he lives, have kept my word "
PitChoune sprang from the litter and
ran over the sands to Julia Redmond.
she dlsmouRted from her horse alone
aud called him; "Pitchounel PIT.
ehounel' kneeliug down on the des,
ert. she stopped to earess him. aud
he erouehed at her feet. licking her
hands
CHAPTER XIV.