The Dickson County herald. (Dickson, Tenn.) 1907-1979, 1916-08-18

uarinEiy seif-assured than ever. Fer
a minute, during which SHE heSl,Hted,
her bright eyes rested rather earnestly
on Gabrielle Smith. who, bowling for
maily, went out into the courtyard
with grim amusement written On her
small, sunbnrnt face, whcreupon
Mrs Farquhar advanced and kissed
Sylvia on both cheeks
My dear Syivta---my dear little Syi.
viA---now ain sure ain lhc last per
son on earth you expected--an old
woman travelling In a savage country
foil OF foreignersl Its almost indie
cent, isn't ty'
Sylvia SMILED faiatiy, Ike someone
awakened from a stupor.
"uh, don't know, Won't you sit
down. certainly didn't expec, any
English person In this dreadful place.
II enc can live In England" she
broke OF suddenly, What made you
leaYe?'
You see. | have been rather lcGely,
Since klchad lett
"Ah. yes. Of course" Sylvia sat
down with her back to the sunlight.
her hands elssped tightly IN her lap.
You mus, miss him very much"
"Oh. terribly, But that's our fate
TO have 10 get on without people we
have Suffered for You, for instance,
I'm sure sometimes you feel sad--a
little homesick-
often" Sylvia looked M eagerly,
We s-e alike. rather. We under
stand each ether" Mrs, Famuhar was
silen, moment. considering the white
faced woman opposite her with bright.
afyectionate eyes. And 80 you are
sometimes lonely1 II II were not for
Captain Arnaud should pity you. syl'
via"
Yes. OF course n II were no, for
Desire" She stopped. az though
seeking for words. and slowly, beneath
the persistent gaze OF the blue eyes,
the last trace OF color died from her
cheeks. The hand that passed Mira.
Faruuhhrs cup across the table shook.
Il am sorry but the life out here
makes one so nervy and jerky.'
Yes. | can imagine that" Mrs. Far
quhar agreed seriously Il had hoped
TO find Captain Ansud here. was
so charmed with him, you know, and
wished Richard and he had been more
friendly. Poor Richard" Sylyia's
hand tightened on the carved arm OF
her chair. She made movement as
though on the edge OF an impulsive
speech. THEN drew back, white Tipped
and silent. Mrs. Farquhar bent for.
ward and patted her ON the knee. Il
didn't mean 10 hurt you. know how
delicate and sensitive you are. child.
But you must never worry about Rich
ard, He writes me such wonderful
letters. and In each one OF them be
talks about you, how good you are,
how much noblcr and better yon are
than other women, Really IL quits
touching" She stopped short. syl-
via Arnnud had risen 20 her feet She
stood prfcctly upright for a moment
staring In front OF her with blank eyes,
and then suddenly she lifted her hands
to her head,
"!.'s he heat---tha awful sun
shine"
She collapsed. senselcss. at Mrs. Far
quhars feet
Mrs. Farquhar got up, She looked
down at the motionlcss figure but did
not touch IL, She rang the little orr.
entail bell lying in the midst Of the
English silver.
''Yesr mistress has tainted she
said eoolIy TO the panic-strlcken serv-
ant who answered the summons. Il
think little sal volatile IL all that
IL needed. leave her. am sure, In
good hands" She smiled graciously
and went ont into the sunny court.
yard. Gabrielle Smith, who stood by
the founein. trimming the lururan,
ferns. turned a. she heard the light
quick tap OF Mrs. Fsrquhars French
heels. Mrs. Farquhsr held on, her
hand
II have to thank you for your let
ter" she said
There isn't any need for thanks !
hesltated for twentyfour awful hours.
But felt had to do something Once
had seen your name and address on
that envelope dared not keep 81
lence."
Il shall never be able to repay my
debt hurried here az fast rs ex-
press trains and wretchei French
packet boats could carry me want.
cd to reach Sidi-bei ASbes before you
left. You have giren UP your situa-
tonT'
Yes"
"Hill you come 10 met"
Gabrielle Smith I'D NOT answer for
moment Her eyes rested steadfast
ly. significantly on the faded, pow
dered face
II think--better not. Mrs Farguhar
You know nothing about me---not even
whether air respectable"
You arc the woman who has given
me the hope that may see my son
again before die That Ia all care
about ! am an old woman. Miss
Smith, and what les before me liz al
most beyond ny powers need you
my son needs You VIII ron think o.
that"