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SYNOPSIS.
Le Comte de Sabron. captain of French
cavalry, takre to hla quartern to raise by
hand a motherless Irish terrier pup. and
namee It Pltchoun*. He din** with th*
Marquis* d'Kscl'.gnac and meets Miss
Julia Redmond. American heiress, who
etnga for him an English ballad that
lingers tn hts memory. Sabron Is ordered
to Alglere. but Ie not allowed to take
eervants or dogs Miss Redmond offere to
take care of the dog during hla master'e
absence, but Pitchoune. homesick for hts
master, rune awny from her
The Mab
qulae plana to marry Julia to the Duc de
Tremont. Unknown to Sabron. Pltchoun*
follows him to Algiers. Dog and master
meet and Sabron gets permission from
th* war minister to keep hie dog with him.
CHAPTER XI.
A Sacred Tru*t.
Hl* eyes had grown accustomed to
th* glare of the beautiful sands, but
bls sense of beauty was never satisfied
with looking at the desert picture and
drinking in the glory and the loveli
ness of the melancholy waste. Stand
ing in the door of his tent in fatigue
uniform, he said to Pitchoune:
"I could be perfectly happy her* if
1 were not alone."
Pitchoune barked.
He had not
grown accustomed to the desert. He
hxted it It slipped away frou. under
bis little feet; he could not run on it
■with any comfort. He spent hts days
idly in his master's tent or royally
perched on a camel, crouching close
to Sabron's man servant when they
went on caravan explorations.
"Yes." said Sabron. "if I were not
alone. I don't mean you, mon vieux.
You are a great deal, but you really
don’t count, you know."
Before bls eyes the sands were as
pink as countless rose leaves
To
Sabron they were as fragrant as flow
er*.
The peculiar incenselike odor
that hovers above the desert when the
sun declines was to him the most de
licious thing he had ever Inhaled. All
the west was as red as fire. The day
bad been hot and there cam* up the
cool breeze that would give them a de
licious nighL Overhead, one by one,
be watched the blossoming out of the
great stars; each one hung above his
lonely tent like a bridal flower in a
veil of blue. On all sides, like white
petals on the desert face, were the
tents of his men and his officers, and
from the encampment came the bum
of military life, yet the silence to him
wa* profound. He had only to order
bi* stallion saddled and to ride away
for a little distance In order to be
alone with the absolute stillness.
This he often did and took hi*
-thoughts with him and came back to
his tent more conscious of his solitude
every night of his life.
There had been much looting of car
avans in the region by brigands, and
his business was that of sentinel for
the commerce of the plains. Thieving
and rapacious tribes were under his
eye and his care. Tonight, as be stood
looking toward the west into the glow,
shading his eyes with his hand, he saw
coming toward them what he knew to
be a caravan from Algiers. His ordon-
nanae was a native soldier, one of the
desert tr'bes, black as ink, and scarce
ly more childlike than Brunet and pre
sumably as devoted.
“Mustapha,” Sabron ordered, “fetch
me out a lounge chair.” He spoke In
French and pointed, for the man un-
derstood imperfectly and Sabron did
not yet speak Arabic.
He threw himself down, lighted a
fresh cigarette, dragged Pitchoune by
the nape of bls neck up to bis lap, and
SONGBIRDS OF GREAT VALUE
Rarest Varieties Command La
8um* When They Ar* Offered
for Sale to Fancier*.
The recent international bird show
has provided some astonishing facts
and figures regarding the value of
songbirds. There are nearly one hun
dred classes of canaries. That they
can be Norwich or Lancashire, Border
or Yorkshire variegated, lizard, un-
fllghted, clear, cross-bred, created, self
or foul conveys very little to the aver
age mind but leaves one marveling at
the variety of chirping little creatures
whose feathers are every conceivable
shade of yellow
One marvels also at the variety of
birds that could be kept as pets.
Finches, linnets, redpoles, tomtits,
robins, wrens, stonechats, babblers
and long tailed, short-tailed, wag-tailed
and crested varieties of all of them In
every size, from the minute humming
bird to the plump scarlet cockatoo, all
vie for that popularity which up to
th* present has been th* monopoly of
th* canary.
the two sat watching th* caravan
slowly grow into individuals of camels
and riders and finally mass tta*lf in
shadow within some four or flv* hun
dred yards of the encampment.
The sentinels and the soldiers began
to gather and Sabron saw a single
footman making his way toward the
camp.
"Go.“ he said to Mustapha, "and see
what message the fellow brings to the
regiment"
Mustapha went, and after a little re
turned. followed by the man himself, a
black-bearded,
half-naked
Bedouin,
swathed in dust-colored burnoose and
carrying a bag.
He bowed to Captain de Sabron and
extended the leather bag. On the out-
side of the leather there was a ticket
pasted, which read:
"The Post for the ------ Squadron of
Cavalry------ .”
Sabron added mentally:
“—wherever ft may happen to be!”
He ordered bakshish given to the
man and sent him off. Then he opened
the French mail. He was not more
than three hundred miles from Algiers
It had taken him a long time to work
down to Dirbal. however, and they had
had some hardships. He felt a million
miles away. The look of the primitive
mall bag and the knowledge of how
far it had traveled to And the pec pie
to whom these letters were addressed
made his hands reverent as he un
fastened the sealed labels. He looked
the letters through, returned the bag
to Mustapha and sent him off to di*-
tribute the post.
Then, for the light was bad. bril
liant though the night might be, he
went Into bis tent with his own mall.
On his dressing table was a small 11-
lumir ation consisting of a fat candle
set in a glass case. The mosquitoes
and flies were thick around IL Pit
choune followed him and lay down on a
rush mat by the side of Sabron's mili
tary bed, while the soldier read his let
ter.
Monsieur—
I regret more than ever that I cannot
write your language perfectly. But even
In my own I could not find any word to
express how badly I feel over something
which has happened.
I took the best of care ot Pitchoune.
I thought I did. but I could not make him
happy. He mourned terribly. He refused
to eat. and one day I waa so careless as
to open the door for him and we have
never seen him since. As far as I know
he has not been found. Your man. Bru
net, comes sometimes to see my maid, and
he thinks he has been hurt and died in
the woods.
Sabron glanced over to the mat
where Pitchoune, stretched on his
side, his forepaws wide, was breathing
tranquilly in the h?aL
We have heard rumors of a little dog
who was *een running along th* highway,
miles from Tarascon, but of cours* that
could not have been Pltchoun*.
Sabron nodded. “It was, however,
mon brave,” be said to the terrier.
Not but what I think hts Itttl* heart
was brave enough and valiant enough to
have followed you. but no dog could go
so tar without a better scent.
Sabron said: “It Is one of the re
grets of my life that you cannot tell
us about it
How did you get the
scent? How did you follow me?”
Pitchoune did not stir, and Sabron’s
eyes returned to the page.
I do not think you will ever forgive
us. You left us a trust and we did not
guard It.
He put th* letter down * moment,
brushed some of th* file* away from
th* candle and mad* th* wlek brighter
Mustapha cam* In. black a* ebony, hl*
woolly bead bare He stood a* stiff
as a ramrod and a* black.
In bls
childlike French h* said:
"Monsieur I* Lieutenant aaks If
Monsieur I* Capltaln* will com* to
play a gam* of cart* tn th* mess
tent?"
"No." aald Sabron. without turning.
“Not tonight.” H* weut on with bls
l*tt*r:
"... * *acre<l tru*t."
Half aloud he murmured: 'I left a
vary gaerwd trust at th* Chateau
d'EscIlgnac, Mademoiselle; but as no
one knew anything about it there will
bo no question of guarding It. I dare
... So I writ* you thia letter to tell
you about darling Pltchoun* I had grown
to lov* him though h* did not Ilk* m*.
ml** him terribly. . . . My
hope* you had a lln*
cruaalng and that you will send ua a
tiger skin; but I am sure there ar* no
tiger* near Algiers. I **y . . .
And Sabron did not knew how long
Miss Redmond's pen had hesitated tu
writing the closing lines:
... I »ay I hop* you will be »ucc*»«-
ful and that although nothing ran tak*
th* plae* of Pitchoune. you will And some-
on* to mak* th* desert less solitary.
Sincerely youra.
JULIA REDMOND.
When Sabron had read th* letter
several times be kissed it fervently
and put it in bls pocket next bis
"That,” he said to Pltchoun*. mak
ing the dog an unusual confidence,
"that will keep me less lonely. At th*
sam* time it makes me more so. Thia
Is a paradox, mon vleux, which you
cannot understand.”
CHAPTER XII.
follow*<1 ma to my barracks, foi-
I find that
to me; ! find that when ! mount my hur*o
and ride with my men. when the dwarfs
eande are ehlfted by my horee'e feet,
eumethlng elnga In the sun end In the
heat, oomethtn* elnga In the chaa* and tn
the pursuit, and In the nights, under th*
■tar*, th* Mm* air haunt* m* »till
I am glad Ml tald m* what th* words
m*an, for I find them beautiful; th* mu-
■lo In tt would nnt b* th* earn* without
th* etr*ngth and form of th* wurde, do
It Io. Madamolwlle. with life
Fo«llngo
and santlmsnts. passiona and amotion*.
tlfuli they follow ua. they ere part of ua,
but they would bo nothing mualc would
bo nothing without forma by which wo
could make It audible-appealing nut t*
our oenaea alone but to our aoulat
And yet I mint Hoee my letter eendlng
you only the tune; the worde I cnneol
eend you. yet believe me. they form part
of everything I do or eav.
Tomorrow. I und*retand from my m*a
wo ehall have eome lively work to do.
Whatever that work la you will hoar of
It through the paper*
Ther* I* a little
town n*nr here celled Dirbal. Inhabited
mad* mlavrabl* by robb*r» and alav*-
d*al*r*. It la th* bualncaa of ua watcher*
of th* plain» to protect th*m. and I b*-
Hev* w* shall hav* a llvaly aklrmlah with
th* marauder*. Ther* I* a congregation
of tribe* coming down from th* north.
Wh*n I go out with my people tomorrow
It may be Into danger, for In a wandering
life like thle who can tell? I do nut me**
to be either morbid or eentlmental. I only
mean to be eerloue. Mademoloelle, end I
find that I am becoming eo eartoue that
It will be beet to cloee.
Adieu, Mademolieelle.
When you look
from your window on the Rhone Valley
and ae* the peaceful field» of Taraeooa,
when you look on your peaceful garden*,
perhap* your mind will travel farther
and you will think of Africa Do co If
you can. end perhape tonight you win
eay the worde only of the eong before you
And these little birds ar* all quite
cheap. A few dollar* will buy most HAS TO DRAW ON ENGLAND
of them, but on the other hand 82,500
would be asked for a gorgeous crim Franc* Feeling th* Scarcity of Coal
Consequent on the Garman Con
son bird of paradise, or |5,000 for the
trol of the Mlnaa.
canary-bullfinch "Whits Rose,” th*
most expensive songbird In the world.
France I* now compelled to call on
Bees to Fight Troop*.
England for coal, which wa* formerly
In the bush fighting in East Africa mined in the north of France. Practi
tbs Germans and their black troops cally all the mine* In that district hav*
placed hive* of wild bees, partially either been destroyed by the German
stupefied by smoke, under lids on each artillery or are being operated by Ger
side of narrow tracks along which our man*. At Lievln and Courrlerea the
troops must advance, Wires or cords German army la carrying on exten-
lifted the lids when touched by the ■ive mining operations and producing
advancing troops, and swarms of Infu- great quantities of coal, which ar*
rlated bees, recovered from their tem- being shipped into Belgium for the
porary stupor, were let loos* on the at use of the German military force*.
tackers. The failure of the attack at
France 1* no longer able to draw
certain points is said to hav* been due coal from Mona and Charleroi, which
as much to this onslaught of the "lit formerly supplied large quantities for
tle people” a* to the German rifles exportation
Consequently, the resi
and machine-gun*, many men being dents of northern France are largely
*o horribly «tung on the face or hand* dependent upon English mines for
as to be temporarily blinded or ren coal, which has become very scare*.
dered incapable of holding their weap
Frequently towns and villages near
ons. Over one hundred stings are said the fighting lines are entirely with
to have been extracted from on* of out coal for a week.
This works
th* men of the Royal North Lan great hardship on hospitals, sadly In
cashire».—London Mall.
need of th* fuel for hundreds of thou-
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I am. Mademolavtl*.
Faithfully youra.
CHARLES DE SABRON.
Ther* was only on* plac* for a 1*^
ter such as that to rest, and It rested
Th* Newt From Africa.
It took the better part of thre* eve
nlngs to answer her letter, and th*
writing of it gave Sabron a vast
amount of pleasure and some tender
sorrow, It made him feel at one* so
near to this lovely woman and at once
so far away. In truth there Is a great
difference between a spahl on an Af
rican desert, and a young American
heiress dreaming In her chintz-covered
bedroom in a chateau in the Midi of
France.
Notwithstanding, the young Ameri
can heiress felt herself as much alone
in her chintz-covered bedroom and a*
desolate, perhaps more so, than did
Sabron In his tenL Julia Redmond
felt, too, that she was surrounded by
people hostile to her friend.
Sabron's letter told her of Pitchoune
and was written as only the hand of a
charming and imaginative Frenchman
can write a letter. Also, his pent-up
heart and his reserve made what he
did say stronger than if perhaps he
could have expressed it quite frankly.
Juli* Redmond turned the sheets
that told of Pitchoune'* following his
Ths Silence to Him Wae Profound.
master, and colored with Joy and pleas
ure as she read She wiped away two
tears at the end. where Sabron said: on that gentle pillow for many days.
It proved a heavy weight against Juli*
She could, indeed,
Think of tt. Mademoiselle, a little dog Redmond* heart.
following his master from peace and speak the word* of the song, and did.
plenty, from quiet and security. Into th*
and they rose as a nightly prayer for
desert! And think what It mean* to have
a soldier on the plain*; but *he could
this little friend!
not keep her mind and thought* at
Julia Redmond reflected, was great- rest. She waa troubled and unhappy;
ly touched and loved Pitchoune more ■he grew pale and thin; she pined
than ever. She would have changed mor* than Pitchoune had pined, and
places with him gladly. It was an she, alas! could not break her chain*
honor, * distinction to share a sol and run away.
dier’s exile and to be his companion.
The Duc de Tremont was a con
Then Sabron wrote. In closing words stant guest at the house, but he found
which she read and reread many, the American heiress a very capricious
many times.
and uncertain lady, and Madam* d'E*-
cllgnac was severe with her niece.
Mademoiselle, In thi* Ilf* many thing*
follow us; certain of these follow ua
whether we will or not. Rom« thing* w*
ar* strong enough to forbid, yet we do
not forbid them! My little dog followed
me; I had nothing to do with that. It
waa a question of fate. Something else
ha* followed m* a* well. It is not a llv-
Ing thing, and yet It ha* all the qualities
of vitality. It I* a tun*. From the mo-
ment I left th* chateau th* first night I
had th* joy of seeing you, Mademoiselle,
the tune you sang became a companion
way to heal
your skin with
Raalnol' (Mntnwel a"d Raaleul Soap at«*
clear a war pimple«. Mac kk*«<l«. ami dandrult.
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JACKS, JENNETS &
HORSES for SALE
Sixty hr*l of th* H omi brwl Marv* and
Colt*. Inrludlng > to & y»«r old IMdlnga. brwl
for SaddWr* and Racing.
WUI confidar trad*
A Bargain for a Short Time
C& um fur wlHnff h th« herd law In Murrow
county, and the tranaformtn« of my MM) acre
■tock farm into a wheat Aekl.
I must c L mm »
out thia «lock.
Will cueabder trade.
What
have you *ut?
K F. SWAGGART, Prop,
taxing ton, Oregon.
Unintentional Thrust.
A French singer recently attended
a reception at the home of a lady
noted for her parslmonlouaneaa Th*
hostess tried to converse with the
Frenchman in his native tongue, He
noticed that her lack of fluency
embarrassing her, and with commend
able politeness exclaimed:
"Pardon,
madam, somewhat the French Is dim
cult for you. But I am able to under
stand your meanness If you will Eng
lish speak."
Great General* All Used Snuff.
Suggestion* of * revival of anuff
taking may recall the love of some fa-
moua commander* for tobacco in that
form. Both Napoleon and Wellington
were prodigious snuff takers, so was
Washington. A* for Frederick th*
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Treat, he wa* Impatient of the con
Not Quite.
ine* of * snuffbox and carried * pock
“Your wife t* all right again, I ■» etful of snuff that he might convey
derstand?”
t to hla nose without stlnL
“No, the doctor still call*.”
“But I heard she was out of dan
Emeralds of th* Aztec*.
Among the Aztec treasure* of Me»
ger T"
“No one is out of danger whll* th* Ico were found many fln* emerald*
doctor calls.”
They were exquisitely cut, and it II
from this source that th* magnificent
emeralds now forming part of th«
sands of wounded and the sick sol
royal collection of Spain were sup
diers of the allies v ho are being cared
posed to have come.
for In French towna.
The Coming Spirit
“This war will go on and on,” aald
Mrs. Harry Payne Whitney, who has
given a two-hundred and-flfty-thousand-
dollar field hospital to the belligerent*.
"This war will go on and on,” eh*
repeated, sadly, “and the aide that Is
getting the worst of It will display
the spirit of little Willie.
"Little Willie's father, as he laid on
the slipper, said:
" 'Willie, this hurts me mor*, far
more, than it does you.'
" 'Then keep it up,’ said little Willi*,
grinding hla teeth. 'Keep It up, dad,
I can stand IL’ ”
World’s Deepest Well.
The deepest well in the world is st
Cruchow, in th* coalfield of upper
Silesia.
America has three wells
ranking next In order. Th* Czuchow
well Is more than 7,348 feet below th*
surface; one near McDonald, Pa.,
some ten miles southeast of Pitts
burgh, is 6,860 feet deep.
Records of Aeroplanes,
For an aviator there has been in
▼ented In France apparatus which
shows the speed at which his aero
plane is traveling, the velocity of the
wind and the angle at which he Is aV
tacking it and whether he is rising or
falling.
Might Help Some.
Bill—A New Jersey inventor has
patented a semaphore railroad signal
in which the arm Is outlined with a
vacuum tube electric light so it may
be readily seen at night.
Jill—Wonder if they could be util
ized on women's elongated hatpins?'”
A Common Falling.
"De man dat likes to talk about his-
••’f,” said Unci* Eben, "generally git*
mad when other folks git to discuMin’
aim."
And Hla Nam* la Lagion.
Th* doggondaat fool abov* ground
• th* nan who tries to fool himself.