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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.