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HIS LOVE STORY
MARIE VAN VORST ILLUSTRATIONS by RAY WALTERS CQ*Y*/C#r or TH£ BOBB5-nr.?R>LLOOrtPArrY CHAPTER XXV—Continued. —l7 Sabron could not reply. Her rib bons and flowers and jewels shook In bis eyes like a kaleidoscope. His flush had made him more natural. In bis invalid state, with his hair brushed back from his fine brow, there was something spiritual and beautiful •bout him. The Marquise d'Escllguac looked on a man who had been far »nd who had determined of his own ac cord to come back. She said more gently, putting her hand affectionately over his: "Get strong, monsieur—get well. Eat all the good things we are making for you. 1 dare say that the army cannot spare you. It needs brave hearts.” Sabron was so agitated after her departure that the nurse said he must receive no more visits for several days, and he meditated and longed and thought and wondered, and near ly cursed the life that had brought him back to a world which must be lonely for him henceforth. When he sat up In bed he was a shadow. Ho had a book to read and read a few lines of It, but he put it down as the letters blurred. He was sitting so, dreaming and wondering how true or how false it was that he had seen Julia Redmond come several times to his bedside during the early days of his Illness here in the hos pital. Then across his troubled mind suddenly came the words that he had heard her sing, aid he tried to recall them. The Red Cross nurse who so charitably sang in the hospital came to the wards and began her mission. One after another she sang familiar songs. “How the poor devils must love It!" Babron thought, and he blessed her for charity. i How familiar was her voice! But that was only because he was so ill. But he began to wonder and to doubt, and across the distance came the notes of the tune, the melody of the song that had haunted him for many months: Cod keep you safe. my love. All through the night; Rest close In his encircling arms Until the light. My heart la with you as I kneel to pray. Cood night! Cod keep you In his care alway. Thick shadows creep like silent ghosts About my head; I lose myself in tender dreams While overhead The moon comes stealing through the window-bars. A silver nlckle gleaming ’mid the stars. For l. though I am far away. Peel safe and strong. To trust you thus, dear love—and yet. The night is long. I say with sobbing breath the old fond prayer. Good night! Sweet dreams! God keep you everywhere!" When she had finished singing there were tears on the soldier's cheeks add he was not ashamed. Pltchoune, who remembered the tune as well, crept up to him and laid his head on his master’s hand. Sabron had Just time to wipe away the tears when the Due de Tremont came In. “Old fellow, do you feel up to see ing Miss Pedmond for a few mo ments ?” • •••••• When she came In he did not know whether he most clearly saw her sim ple summer dress with the single jewel at her throat, her large hat that WOMAN THE HOME BUILDER Undoubtedly the Chief Trade in Which Females of the Country Are Engaged. Yes, of course. It is homemaking. Everybody knows that, but the figures for it, compiled by the United States Board of Education statisticians, are worth noting. Of the 31,000,000 fe males over ten years of age in the United States 24,000,000 are engaged in homemaking. Girls may be enter ing more and more into other trades, but in the last analysis they general ly fall back or advance to the rank of homemakers. Hence, says the Federal Education al board, the Importance of giving spe cial attention to scientific cooking in the vocational schools. The girlish hope of being able to hire a cook is apt to be disappointed as frequently at the hope of keeping one when she is hired. It Is one of the oddest things of life that cooking, the prep aration of the food that sustains life, the art that can waste or economize la the chief Item of family expend!- framed her face, or the gentle lovely face all sveetness and sympathy. He believed her to be the future Duch esse de Ttcmont. “Monsieur de Sabron, we are all so glad you are getting well." "Thank jou. Mademoiselle." He seemed to look at her from a great distance, from the distance to the end of which he had so wearily been traveling. She was lovelier than he had dreamed, more rarely sweet and adorable “Did yon recognize the little song. Monsieur?' “It was good of you to sing it.” “This is not the first time I have : een you, Monsieur de Sabron. I came when you were too ill to knu • of it.” “Then I did not dream,” said the officer simply. lie was as proud as he was poor. He could only suppose her engaged to the Due de Tremont. It explained her presence here. In his wildest dreams he could not suppose that she had followed him to Africa. Julia, on her part, having done an extraordin ary and wonderful thing. like every brave woman, was seized with terror and a sudden cowardice. Sabron, after all, was a stranger. How could she know his feelings for her? She spent a miserable day. He was out of ail danger; In a fortnight he might leave the hospital. She did not feel that she could see him again as things were. The Com tesse de la Maine had returned to Paris as soon as Tremont came in from the desert. “Ma tante,” said Julia Redmond to the Marquise d'Esclignac. “can we go back to France immediately?” “My dear Julia!” exclaimed her aunt, in surprise and delight. “Rob ert will be enchanted, but he would not be able to leave his friend so soon.” “He need not,” said the girl, “nor need you leave unless you wish.” The Marquise d’Esclignac entertain ed a thousand thoughts. She had not studied young girl’s minds for a long time. She had heard that the mod ern American girl was very extreme and she held her in rather light es teem. Julia Redmond she had con sidered to be out of the general rule. “Was it possible," she wondered, “that Julia, in comparing Tremont with the Invalid, found Robert more attractive?" “Julia,” she said severely, as though her niece were a child, pointing to a chair, “sit down.” Slightly smiling, the young girl obeyed her aunt. “My dear, I have followed your ca prices from France to Africa. Only by pleading heart-failure and mortal Illness could I dissuade you from go ing into the desert with the caravan. Now. without any apparent reason, you wish to return to France." “The reason for coming here has been accomplished, ma tante. Mon sieur de Sabron has been found.” “And now that you have found him,” said the marquise reproachfully, "and you discover that he is not ail your romantic fancy imagined, you are go ing to run away from him. In short, you mean to throw him over.” “Throw him over, ma tante!” mur mured the girl. "I have never had the chance. Between Monsieur de Sabron and myself there is only friendship.” "Fiddlesticks!" said the Marquise j tures. is so largely left to be picked up as best It may be without serious consideration or training. if the woeful waste resulting from amateur cookery could be computed in dollars and cents it would rival the war bill* of Europe. If the indigestion, dyspep sia and kindred physical disturbances caused by Incapable cooks could be tabulated they would dwarf the list of killed, missing and wounded. Lost Hand Digging Grave. Grave digging Is not an extra haz ardous occupation, even though In ex cavating graves. It Is necessary to use dynamite to break bardpan, the Indus trial Insurance department has decid ed. The department rejected the claim of John Borgford, a Seattle sex ton, whose left hand was partly blown off by a dynamite cap. Although use of explosives generally makes a class extra hazardous, the general occupation of grate digging Is such a peaceful one that exception can not be made when blasting Is neces sary, the commission holds. — Olympia (Wash.) Dispatch to the Portland Ore gonian. TOT COTTXNNB RRCORD. d'Esclignac Impatiently. "1 have no understanding of the modern young girl. She makes her own marriages and her subsequent divorces. I am - our aunt, my dear, your mother's sister, and a woman of at least twen ty-five years’ more experience than you have." Julia was not following her aunt's train of thought, but her own. She felt the hint of authority and bondage In her aunt’s tone and repeated: "I wish to leave Algiers tomorrow.” "You shall do so," said her aunt. "1 am rejoiced to get out of the Orient. It Is late to order my dresses for Trouville, but I can manage. Before we go, however, my dear, I want you to make me a promise." “A promise, ma tante?” The girl’s tone implied that she did not think she would give it. “You have played the part of fate in the life of this young man, who, I find, is a charming and brave man. Now you must stand by your guns, my dear Julia.” ’’Why, how do you mean, ma tante?’’ “You will go to Paris and the Cap italne de Sabron will get well rapidly. He will follow you, and if it were not for Tremont, myself, your Red Cross Society and the presence here of Madame de la Maine, you would have been very much compromised. But never mind,” said the Marquise d'Esclignac magnificently, “my name Is sufficient protection for my niece. When He Sat Up in Bed He Was a* Shadow. I am thinkiug solely of the poor young man." “Of Monsieur de Sabron?" “Of course,” said the Marquise d'Es cllgnac tartly, “did you think I meant Robert? You have so well arranged his life for him, my dear." “Ma tante,” pleaded the girl. The marquise was merciless. "I want you to promise me, Julia, before you sail for home, that if Sab ron follows us and makes you under stand that he loves you, as he will, that you will accept him." Julia Redmond looked at the Mar quise d'Escllgnac in astonishment. She half laughed and she half cried. "You want me to promise?” “T do," said her aunt firmly, regard ing her niece through her lorgnon. "In the first place the affair Is en tirely unconventional and has been since we left Prance. It is I who should speak to the Capitaine de Sabron. You are so extremely rich that it.will be a difficult matter for a poor and honorable young man. . . . Indeed, my dear, I may as well tell you that I shall do so when we reach home." "Oh,” said the girl, turning per fectly pale and stepping forward to ward her aunt, "If you consider such a thing I shall leave for America at once." The Marquise d’Escllgnac gave a petulant sigh. “How impossible you are. Julia. LEFT HIS WIFE AS SECURITY Then the Husband Forgot In What Pittsburgh Restaurant She Was Interned. The street plan of Pittsburgh caused C. E. Stern of Welisville, 0., and bis wife three hours of anxiety and incidentally caused Secret Serv ice Operative D. W. Price to qualify as a pedestrian. Mrs. Stern was strand ed in a downtown restaurant for three hours, while her husband and Opera tive Price searched for her. She was not lost to her husband for that time, but the restaurant was. The Stern family arrived in Pitts burgh and did not have a chance to get their bearings. They slept in a Fourth avenue hotel. During their stroll they decided to lunch in a Dia mond street restaurant All went well until the meal was nearly over, when Mr. Stern remem bered he had left his money in the hotel. His wife was left as security while be returned for the money. On the way Dack with the money Mr. Stern lost his way. Hs told his trou Understand me, my dear, I do not want a woman of my family to be a coquette. I do not want It said that you are an American flirt —It is In bad taste and entirely misunderstood In the Faubourg St.-Germain.” The girl, bewildered by her aunt’s attitude and extremely troubled by the threat or the marriage conven tion, said: “Don’t you understand? In this case It is peculiarly delicate. He might ask me from a sense of honor.” “Not in any sense,” said the Mar quise d'Esclignac. “It has not oc curred to the poor young officer to suppose for a moment that a young woman with millions, as you are so fortunate to be, would derange her self like this to follow him. If 1 thought so I would not have brought you, Julia. What I have done, 1 have done solely for your peace of mind, my child. This young man loves you. He believes that you love him, no doubt. You have given him sufficient reason, heaven knows! Now," said her aunt emphatically, “I do not in tend that you should break his heart." It was more than likely that the Marquise d’Esclignac was looking back twenty-five years to a time, when as a rich American, she bad put aside her love for a penniless soldier with an insignificant title. She re membered how she had followed his campaign. She folded her lorgnon and looked at her niece. Julia Red mond saw a cloud pass over her aunt’s tranquil face. She put her arms around her and kissed her tenderly. “You really think then, ma tante, that he will come to Paris?” “Without a doubt, my dear.” “You think he cares, ma tante?” Her aunt kissed her and laughed. "I think you will be happy to a bour geois extent. He is a fine man." “But do I need to promise you?" asked the girl. “Don't you know?” “I shall be perfectly ashamed of you,” said the Marquise d’Esclignac, “if you are anything but a woman of heart and decision in this matter.” Evidently she waited, and Julia Red mond, slightly bowing her lovely head in deference to tile older lady who had not married her first love, said obediently: “I promise to do as you wish, ma tante." (TO BE CONTINUED.) SHOCK CAUSED HIS DEATH Soldier’* Lung* Burst by the Explo sion of Shell That Fell Within a Yard of Him. The London Lancet tells of several cases of soldiers who have been killed by shells, although the men were not touched. “M. Sencert" It says, "reports to the Societe de Cblrurgie the case of a man who was killed without being hit, though he was less than a yard away from the point of explosion of -a bursting shell of large caliber. He had not even been grazed by any me tallic fragment and had no external wound, but at the necropsy both his lungs were found to be burst. "Many deaths under similar circum stances have been noted since the outbreak of the war, for which vari ous more or less complicated explan ations have been given. Fulminating toxic gases from the explosion and sudden nervous shock have been sug gested as causes. M. Sencert points out that these hypotheses are unneces sary and that a purely mechanical cause is a sufficient explanation." Flag for New York City. The board of aldermen adopted a flag for the city of New York—three perpendicular bars of blue, white and orange, which were the colors of the Dutch flag used when New York was New Netherlands. The board also adopted a new city seal, which will appear In blue on the white bar of the flag. The new emblem will be raised on the city hall on June 12, the two hundred and fiftieth anniversary of the establishment of the board of al dermen hies to Price and tlie two started on the hunt. After three hours had been spent In visiting many restaurants the Diamond street place was found. Depressing. No matter bow young a man may be in his sympathies, he can't help feeling more or less depressed, as he gets along to between forty and fifty, when be walks down a fashionable residence street and sees some of the samples of the future fatherhood and motherhood of the race.—Columbus (Ohio) Journal. The Residue. "After coal, what?" asks an es teemed, In manner of speaking, con temporary. Our own experience In dicates ashes, to be followed at more or less long Intervals by an ash wagon.—Cleveland Plain Dealer. Dust and the Lack of It. That “the mean and mighty have one dust” Is true. But those who have the dust are mighty, and those who haven't feel mighty mean.—-Louisville Courier Journal. Glass of Hot Water Before Breakfast a Splendid Habit Open sluices of the system each morning and wash away the poisonous, stagnant matter. Those of us who are accustomed to feel dull and heavy when we arise; splitting headache, stuffy from a cold, foul tongue, nasty breath, acid stom ach, lame back, can, instead, both look and feel as fresh as a daisy always by washing the poisons and toxins from the body with phosphated hot water each morning. Wo should drink, before breakfast, a glass of real hot water with a tea spoonful of limestone phosphate In it to flush from the stomach, liver, kidneys and ten yards of bowels the previous day’s indigestible waste, sour bile and poisonous toxins; thus cleans ing, sweetening and purifying the en tire alimentary canal before putting more food into the stomach. The action of limestone phosphate and hot water on an empty stomach is wonderfully invigorating. It cleans out all the sour fermentations, gases, waste and acidity and gives one a splendid appetite for breakfast and it is said to be but a little while until the roses begin to appear in the cheeks. A quarter pound of lime stone phosphate will cost very little at your druggist or from the store, but is sufficient to make anyone who is bothered with biliousness, constipa tion, stomach trouble or rheumatism a real enthusiast on the subject of in ternal sanitation. Try it and you are assured that you will look better and feel better in every way shortly.— Adv. Avoid the Deformity. Do you know why it is that most noses point east? Take notice in this regard of the peoplo you meet, and you will see that their noses nearly always are turned quite markedly to the right, Instead of being set straight on their faces. It 13 a deformation at tributable to the fact that since early childhood they have used their hand kerchiefs with their right hands, giv ing the nose each time a tweak to the right. IS GHILDCRQSS, FEVERISH, SICK Look, Mother! If tongue ia coated, give “California Syrup of Figs.” Children love this "fruit laxative,” and nothing else cleanses the tender stomach, liver and bowels so nicely. A child simply will not stop playing to empty the bowels, and the result 1» they become tightly clogged with waste, liver gets sluggish, stomach sours, then your little one becomes cross, half-sick, feverish, don't eat, sleep or act naturally, breath is bad, system full of cold, has sore throat, stomach-ache or diarrhoea. Listen, Mother! See If tongue Is coated, then give a teaspoonful of “California Syrup of Pigs,” and in a few hours all the constipated waste, sour bile and undigested food passes out of the sys tem, and you have a well child again. Millions of mothers give “California Syrup of Figs” because it is perfectly harmless; children love It, and It nev er fails to act on the stomach, liver and bowels. « Ask at the store for a 50-cent bottle of “California Syrup of Figs,” which has full directions for babies, children of all ages and for grown-ups plainly printed on the bottle. Adv. Radical Departure. “Just a word, young man,” said the owner of the store. “Yes, sir.” "If a customer knows what he wants, sell it to him. I know that a star salesman can always sell lilm something else, but I have a theory that it will pay Just as well to sell him what ht wants.” Heavy Reading. Flatbusli —The postofflee directory of London for the present year weighs almost fifteen pounds. Bensonhurst —Even so, some Eng lishmtn of letters produce some heav ier books than that. —Yonkors States man. Too Small. Farmer’s Wife—What do you think of our eggs? Paying Guest—Too small for their age. Not a Closed Incident. Patience —She has a pretty mouth. Patrice—A mere Incident. “Yes, but one that’s never closed.’’ Beauty Is only skin deep—and often just as shallow.