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About The Maupin times. (Maupin, Or.) 1914-1930 | View Entire Issue (April 30, 1915)
A Serious Event.
Le Comte de Sabron, In the undress
Uniform of captain In the Cavalry,
at smoking and thinking. , . .
What is the ubb of being thirty years
old with the brevet of captain and
much distinction of family If you are
a poor man In short, what is the good
of anything if you are alone In the
world and no one cares what becomes
He rang his bell, and when his
ordonnance appeared, said sharply:
"Que diable is the noise In the sta
ble, Brunet? Don't you know that
when I Bmoke at this hour all Taras
con must be kept utterly silent?"
Tarascon is never silent. No French
meridional town is, especially In the
warm sunlight of a glorious May day.
"The noise, mon Capitalne," said
Brunet, "Is rather melancholy."
"Melancholy!" exclaimed the young
officer. "It's infernal. Stop it at once."
The ordonnance held his kepi in his
hand. He had a round good-natured
face and kind gray eyes that were
used to twinkle at his master's humor
"I beg pardon, mon Capitalne, but
a very serious event is taking place."
"It will be more serious yet, Brunet,
if you don't keep things quiet."
"I am sorry to tell, mon Capitalne,
that Michette has just died."
"Mlchette!" exclaimed the master.
"What relation Is she of yours, Bru
net?' "Ah, mon Capitalne," grinned the or
donnance, "relation! None! It Is the
little terrier that Monsieur le Capi
talne may have remarked now and
then in the garden."
Sabron nodded and took his cigarette
out of his moUth as though in respect
for the deceased.
"Ah, yes," he said, "that melancholy
little dog! Well, Brunet!"
"She has Just breathed her last,
mon Capitalne, and she Is leaving be
hind her rather a large family."
"I am not surprised," said the officer.
"There are six," vouchsafed Bru
net, "of which, If mon Captaine is
willing, I should like to keep one."
"Nonsense," said Sabron, "on no ac
count. You know perfectly well, Bru
net, that I don't surround myself with
things that can make me suffer. I
have not kept a dog in ten years. I
try not to care about my horses even.
Everything to which I attach myself
dies or causes me regret and pain.
And I won't have any miserable little
puppy to complicate existence."
"Bien, mon Capitalne," accepted the
ordonnance tranquilly. "I have given
away five. The sixth is in the stable;
if Monsieur le Capitalne would come
down and look at it . . ."
Sabron rose, threw his cigarette
away and, following across the garden
In the bland May light, went into the
(table where Madame Mlchette, a
6abron Looked at the Letter.
small wire-haired Irish terrier had
given birth to a fine family and her
self gone the way of those who do
ihelr duty to a race. In the straw at
hla fnt Sabron saw a ratlike, unpre
possessing little object, crawling about
feebly in search of warmth and nour
ishment, uttering pitiful little cries.
Its extreme loneliness and helpless
ness touched the big soldier, who said
curtly to his man:
"Wrap It up, and If you don't know
how to feed It I should not be sur
prised if I could induce it to take a
little warm milk from a quill. At all
events we shall have a try with it
Fetch it along to my rooms."
And as he retraced his steps, leav
ing his order to be executed, he
thought to himself: The little beggar
is not much more alone in the world
than I am! As he said that he re
called a word in the meridional patois:
Pitchoune, which means "poor little
"I shall call it Pitchoune," he
thought, "and we shall see If it can't
do better than lti name suggests."
He went slowly back to his rooms
and busied himself at his table with
his correspondence. Among the let
ters was an invitation from the Mar
quise d'Escllgnac, an American mar
ried to a Frenchman, and the great
lady of the country thereabouts.
"Will you not," she wrote, "come to
dine with us on Sunday? I have my
niece with me. She would be glad to
see a French soldier. She has ex
pressed such a wish. She comes from
a country where soldiers are rare. We
dine at eight."
Sabron looked at the letter and Its
fine clear handwriting. Its wording
was less formal than a French invita
tion Is likely to be, and it gave him
a sense of cordiality. He bad seen,
during his rides, the beautiful lines
of the Chateau d'Escllgnac. Its tur
rets surely looked upon the Rhone.
There would be a divine view from
the terraces. It would be a pleasure
to go there. He thought more of what
the place would be than of the people
In it, for he was something of a her
mit, rather a recluse, and very re
served. He was writing a line of acceptance
when Brunet came In, a tiny bundle In
"Put Pitchoune over there in the
sunlight," ordered the officer, "and we
shall see if we can bring him up by
He remembered all his life the Srst
dinner at the Chateau d'Escllgnac,
where from the terrace he saw the
Rhone lying under the early moon
light and the shadows falling around
the castle of good King Rene.
As he passed in, his sword clanking
for he went In full dress uniform to
dine with the Marquise d'Escllgnac
he saw the picture the two ladles made
In their drawing-room: the marquise
In a very splendid dress (which he
never could remember) and her niece,
a young lady from a country whose
name It took him long to learn to pro
nounce, in a dress so simple that of
course he never could forget it! He
remembered for a great many years
the fall of the ribbon at her pretty
waist, the bunch of sweet peas at her
girdle, and he always remembered the
face that made the charm of the pic
Their welcome to him was gracious.
The American girl spoke French with
an accent that Sabron thought be
wilderingly charming, and he put aside
some of his reserve and laughed and
talked at his ease. After dinner (this
he remembered with peculiar distinct
ness) Miss Redmond sang for him, and
although be understood none of the
words of the English ballad, he learned
the melody by heart and It followed
with him when he left. It went with
him as he crossed the terrace into the
moonlight to mount his horse; it went
home with him; he hummed it, and
when he got up to his room he hummed
It again as he bent over the little roll
of flannel in the corner and fed the
puppy hot milk from a quill.
This was a painstaking operation
and required patience and delicacy,
both of which the big man had at his
finger-tips. The tune of Miss Red
mond's song did for a lullaby and the
puppy fell comfortably to sleep while
Sabron kept the picture of his eve
ning's outing contentedly In his mind.
But later he discovered that he was
not so contented, and counted the
hours when he might return.
He shortly made a call at the Cha
teau d'Escllgnac with the result that
he had a new picture to add to his col
lection. This time It was the picture
of a lady alone; the Marquise d'Es
cllgnac doing tapestry. While Sabron
found that h had grown reticent
again, he listened for another step and
another voice and heard nothing; but
before he took leave there was a hint
of a second Invitation to dinner.
The marquise was very handsome
that afternoon and wore yet another
bewildering dress. Sabro's simple
taste was dazzled. Nevertheless, she
made a graceful picture, one of beau
ty and refinement, and the young sol
dier took it away with him. As his
horse began to trot, at the end of the
alley, near the poplars at the lower
end of the rose terrace he caught a
glimpse of a white dress (undoubtedly
a simpler dress than that w; by
A Second Invitation.
"I don't think, mon Capitalne, that It
la any use," Brunet told his master.
Sabron, in his shirt-sleeves, sat be
fore a table on which, in a basket, lay
Michette's only surviving puppy. It
was a month old. Sabron already knew
how bright lti eyes were and how al
luring its young ways.
"Be still, Brunet," commanded the
officer. "You do not come from the
south or you would be more sanguine.
Pitchoune has got to live."
The puppy's clumsy adventuresome
feet had taken him as far as the high
road, and on this day, as it were in
order that he should understand the
straggle for existence, a bicycle bad
cut him down in the prime of hti
youth, and now, acoordlng to Brunet,
"there wasn't much use!"
Pitchoune was bandaged around hli
hind quarters and his adorable little
bead and forepaws came out of the
"He won't eat anything from me,
mon Capitalne," said Brunet, and
Sabron ceremoniously opened the pup
py's mouth and thrust down a dose
Pitchoune swallowed obediently.
Sabron had Just returned from s
long hard day with his troops, and
tired out as he was, he forced hlmsell
to give bis attention to Pitchoune. A
second Invitation to dinner lay on hla
table; he bad counted the days until
this night. It seemed too good to bs
true, he thought, that another picture
was to add Itself to his collection! He
had mentally enjoyed the others
often, giving preference to the first,
when he dined at the chateau; but
there had been a thrill in the second
caused by the fluttering of the white
dress down by the poplar walk.
To-night he would have the pleasure
Of taking In Miss Redmond to dinner
"See, mon Capitalne," said Brunet,
"the poor little fellow can't swallow
The water trickled out from either
side of Pitchoune's mouth. The sturdy
terrier refused milk in all forms, had
done so since Sabron weaned him; but
Sabron now returned to his nursery
days, made Brunet fetch him warm
milk and, taking the quill, dropped a
few drops of the soothing liquid, into
which he put a dash of brandy, down
Pltchouue's throat Pitchoune swal
lowed, got the drink down, gave a
feeble yelp, and closed his eyes. When
ho opened them the glazed look had
The officer hurried into his eve
ning clothes and ordered Brunet, as he
tied his cravat, to feed the puppy a lit
tie of the stimulant every hour until
"He Won't Eat Anything From Me."
he should return. Pitchoune's eyes,
now open, followed his handsome mas
ter to the door. As Sabron opened it
he gave a pathetic yelp which made
the capitalne turn about.
"Believe me, mon Capitalne," said
the ordonnance with melancholy fa
tality, "it is no use. If I am left with
Pitchoune it will be to see him die.
know his spirit, mon Capitalne. He
lives for you alone."
"Nonsense," said the young officer
Impatiently, drawing on his gloves.
Pitchoune gave a plaintive wail from
the bandages and tried to stir.
"As for feeding him, mon Capitalne,"
the ordonnance threw up his hands.
"he will be stiff by the time I. . .'
But Sabron was half-way down the
stairs. The door was open, and on the
porch he heard distinctly a third ten
derly pathetic wail.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
FACTOR IN MODERN WARFARE
Commanding Generals Ootid Not
Handle Present Enormous Armies
Without the Motor.
With millions of men drawt up in
battle array at one and the same time,
to handle them effectively by old-time
methods would have been impossible,
Even before e opposing fronts were
extended to their fullest degree in
France alone, they were officially de
clared to have attained a length of
300 mile", and one of 270 miles In the
east flp'i-es which not only convey
some inu, cation of the stupendous
size of the engaging forces, but even
more emphatically suggest the tre
mendous responsibilities of the com
manders in chief.
Nevertheless, although they have to
deal with millions Instead of tens of
thousands, the commanders concerned
have never had their forces so com
pletely under control; in every phase
of the warfare, whether of transport,
attack, defense or supply, the keynote
of the operation has been effectiveness
of the completest kind.
The motor, in short, has "speeded
up" the war in a way that could never
have been dreamed of by former gen
eratlons. Never have the movements
of troops been so rapid; for, Instead
of men having to wait for ammunition
and food supplies, these have been
conveyed by motor wagons which can
travel, if need be, much faster than
the armies themselves. Charles
Freeston In Scribner's Magazine.
Will Not 8tlek.
To prevent postage stamps from
sticking together, rub them over toe
hair before putting them away.
THE; best and most arlstocratto
families In London and New
York have suddenly revived
the old fashion of training
their children on Shetland po
nies, writes A, Elmslle Crabbe, In the
Philadelphia Record. The shipment of
these sturdy little animals for America
is going up by leaps and bounds, and
wherever you go amongst the smart
set in England you will now so these
handsome little beasts carrying the
children of the househol. . In fact, if
you really want to be .n tho newest
fashion and to give children the time
of their lives yc must have a string
of Shetland ponies in your stables.
Experts say Shetlands teach children
self-reliance and domination and set
off the natural beauties of tie girls as
they canter through the parks like no
other ponies on earth.
Shetland ponies, of course, are to
some people merely a general name
for a small type of pony, but this Is a
mistake. These small animals are bred
with as much care in the Shetland
islands as pheasants are bred and
reared in cover j iu England and other
The Shetland islands themselves are
composed of some thirty or forty
small islands and three or four larger
ones. The largest, called the "Main
land," 1b a bleak, hilly Uland starting
at the peninsula vith Sumburgh Head
as itu commencement and ending at
Unst, a whale fishers' port, the first
they toucli on British soil.
Opposit Lerwick, the capital ot the
island- lies Bressay, one ot the larger
island., and the center of the pony
breeding Industry. Here they are
reared and eventually exported to the
United States ..nd to Scotland, Eng
land and other countries as required.
A small, pure-br. 1 specimen is some
what valuable, fetching at the farm
$200 tr $250. Larger ones are less
coBtly and only make about $25.
Ponies Dislike Strangers.
These animals are usually dark
brown, shaggy little beasts with long
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SHETLAND PONES Or BRESSAY
black manes. Their temper is by some
called playful, but vindictive would be
more applicable. While walking along
one o: the roads near Lerwick I had
to run to shelter, as one of these
charming animals made a dead set at
me with ears back and teeth showing.
I was Informed that that Is their usual
reception of a stranger. They are
owned by nearly everyone on the main
land, and act as draft horses, being
particularly strong. As a rule they are
To get to this Interesting aeries of
islands - took a boat from Limehouse
dock, London, and in 36 hours arrived
in Aberdeen. From thence I went by
another steamer for 18 hours to Ler
wick, the capital of the Shetlands. Be
fore actually arriving at Lerwick, early
travelers who wish to enjoy magnifi
cent rock scenery have enough and to
spare, for on sighting Sumburgh head,
the most southerly point of the main
land, the eyes are literally fascinated
by that headland surmounted by a
magnificent lighthouse. The steamer
followB this peninsula the whole way
up a distance of some thirty miles.
Each mile presents new and delight
ful rock scenes unsurpassed on that
In Lerwick Harbor.
Eventually I arrived In Lerwick har
bor, which, by the way, is one of the
best natural harbors in the United
Kingdom. It is protected at its outlet
by the Island Bressay, six miles in
length, which Is the one already men
ioned 'i the center of the pony in
dustry. This harbor Is capable of
sheltering the entire British fleet, and
is used :y the admiralty as a base dur
ing the -ianeuvers.
Lerwick is a quaint town, nestling
as it does round the harbor, with a
background of heather-covered hills.
7he town '.s some three hundred years
old, but contains few of the old horses,
although the principal street Com
mercial treet la a remnant of the
old order of things, Inasmuch ai it is
merely an Irregularly winding alley,
about thirty feet wide, paved through
out with slabs ot stone, there beini
no distinction between roadway and
sidewalk. A store here and there en
croaches on the street, which glvoi
one the impression, when walking
along it for the first time, that thli
must be a blind alley. On coming tc
the supposed terminus, however, on
finds there Is a way round and thai
the street meanders on.
The peasant population of the is
lands is extremely interesting. The
male portion is mostly devoted to fish
ing and pony .rearing. The female ele
ment stays at home, cures the fish,
and, when that is done, carries peat,
which Is the only fuel used, In "creels,"
slung on the back. While walking
outside the town you see a regular pro
cession of women coming and going,
somewhat like ants moving their eggs
They are all knitting as hard as they
can, never looking at their work. The
finished portion of the shawl is wound
round their waist, leaving just enough
free to work with. These are eventu
ally taken to the stores and exchanged
for the necessities of lifo. . Barter is
the usual mode of business among
the poorer class. These people wear
an extraordinary kind of shoe which
a piece of untanned cowhide, the hairy
side being outermost. I believe these
rlvelins are quite peculiar to the Shet
lands. The ponies are seen roaming about
the hillsides quite uncared for, and
seemingly wild, although they belong
to the peasantry; these ponies, ol
course, are the larger and less expen
Island Without Trees.
There is one distinctive peculiarity
of all these islands and that is, thai
there are absolutely no trees of any
description growing. The inhabitants
aver that they would spoil the view.
I took a small boat which plies ae
often as required across the harboi
to Bressay, and by the courtesy of the
proprietor looked over the pony farm
(There were ponies of all ages and
I sizes, the smallest being the size of a
large St. Bernard dog, and the foals
were reminiscent ot chamois. While
on Bressay I also walked to the Ork
neyman's cave, which Is situated al
the extreme end of the island, with
the Giant's leg to guard the entrance
a small yacht can easily sail be
Besides Lerwick, the capital, there
is only one other town of any size, thai
being Scalloway. It is seven miles
from Lerwick across the peninsula and
was the harbor town of Tingwall, the
old capital of the islands. It boasts a
castle which wos built in 1640 and in-
habltated by Patrick Stewart, then
governor of the islands. He was i
particularly brutal and inhuman man,
for there still remains a ring on one
of the walls, through which a rope waj
run, to which he hanged a great num
ber of the inhabitants for very trivial
offenses, or none at all sometimes, so
the legend goes, other than refusing
to pay him unlawful tribute. TheBe
executions were of daily occurrence,
and matters came to such a pitch that
petitions were sent to parliament,
which caused him to be called to
Edinburgh, where an inquiry was held
Ultimately he was hanged.
His memory was so odious that the
people destroyed the castle, and now
all that remains are the four walls and
Senator Henry Cabot Lodge was
condemning, at a dinner in Boston,
the light, vacuous quality of the mag
azine of the day.
"I know a doctor," said Senator
Lodge, "who was consulted by a fa
mous novelist. The novelist, it turned
out, had brain fag. So the doctor
said to him:
"'I prescribe for you complete, ab
solute repose, both mental and physi
cal. Go off somewhere by the sea,
loaf on the sand, and, to rest your
mind, write a series of ten or twelve
magazine stories.' "
INFLUENCED BY MUSIC
EFFECT OF SWEET 8TRAIN8 ON
Lecturer Urges Farmers to Place
Phonographs Near Their Bee
Hives and Stables Tells of
Her Own Exporlencei.
Farmers who want better honey,
richer milk, and more of both, should
put phonographs near the hives and
In the pasture or stable. Dr. Alma
Webster Powell, LL. B., M. B., A. M-,
Ph. D., of New York and Columbia
university Is authority for the asser
tion. She declared to an audience at
the University of Washington recent
ly, while lecturing on "MubIc Is a
Human Need," that she herself had
tried the experiment on her farm, and
that it had proved absolutely success
ful. Nor are bees and cows the only
creatures Influenced by music. Doc
tor Powell and her daughter keep four
or five crickets In their hearth, and
evenings they attract them forth to
a dance In the middle of the living
room In their farm home by singing
to them. Madam Powell says she
has had many scientists as her guests
to witness the phenomenon.
Six little crippled girls, of particu
larly unlovely natures, whom she
found in the slums ot New York,
were other objects of Madam Pow
ell's study. She gave musical train
ing to these children, putting phono
graphs In their homes, and not only
succeeded in entirely reforming their
dispositions, but In effecting marked
changes In ail of those with whom
At Coney Island, she said she ran
a tent where mobs were incited to
rloi every evening by radical
speeches. After a few months of ex
periment In this direction she intro
duced music at the meetings, and
though the speeches became more
fiery than ever the crowds were in
She contended, as a result of these
experiments, that music stirred the
sluggish and tranquilized the nervous
person, animal or insect.
Madam Powell believes In ragtime
for all who like it, and she is one,
though a highly educated and suc
cessful prima donna soprano and pi
anist. "A good ragtime piece sets
me beating time, and if I don't do
It on the outside I feel it on the in
side," Bhe said.
Gamblln' Man Led to Repentance.
During the recent revival In Ebenezer
chapel Goat Simmons, the gambling
man, "came through" amid a thunder
ous concomitant of triumphant hosan-
nas. He sprang to his feet with a loud
shout and Immediately tumbled down
in a fit on the floor, where he postured
and gyrated like an unfortunate toad
In the embrace of a hot cornpopper.
An especially animated squirm sent
a couple of dice flying from the pocket
of the groveling wretch, to be followed
a moment later by another which
caused a deck of cards to be widely
"Hallelooyer!" shouted good old
Parson Bagster. "It's de sin dat's bein'
shuck out'n our sufferin' brudder!
Shake him ag'ln, Lawd! shake him
twell all de sin am purged fum him!"
"Dat's right, Lawd!" yelled Brother
Bogus. "Keep on uh-shaktn' de scamp
twell he rattles out dem two dollahs he
won off'n me at de lodge last night!"
Kansas City Star.
British Army's Black Bands.
At one time much of the music
played to enliven British troops was
furnished by black bandsmen. These
were first attached to the army In the
seventeenth century, owing to one of
the guards' bands having refused, in
a body, to play at an entertainment
organized by the officers. As none of
the men were attested, they could not
be punlBhed for insubordination, so
the officers petitioned the duke of
York, then commander-in-chief, that
bandsmen Bhould in future be made
subject to military law. To this the
duke would not agree, but he brought
over from Hanover for the guards a
complete German military band, which
Included negro players of the bass
drum, cymbals and triangles. Nearly
every regiment in the service has
tened to reorganize Its band, engaging
colored performers for all percussion
Instruments. Down to 1841 the band
of the Scots Guards included a negro
Fear Eskimos Slew Priests.
Advices received from Mackenzie
river valley in the Arctic circle by
the Catholic authorities here caused
serious alarm among friends for the
welfare of Rev. Father Jean Baptists
Rouviere and Rev. Father Guillaume
Leroux, Catholic missionaries.
It is reporter they have been mur-.
dered by Eskimos In the vicinity ot
Bear lake, 100 miles east of Port Nor-j
man. They have been engaged In that
field for several years.
News comes to Rev. Father Allard,
the Archbishop's secretary, In a letter
brought from the Arctic Red river and
written by Rev. Father Jules M. Le
cuyer, Catholic missionary at that
point. The letter was written on Jan
She Makes Him.
"Mr. Blobblns goes to church every
"I've no'.iced that."
"Do you suppose he will keep it up
as long as he lives?"
"That depends on whether or not
he survives Mrs. Blobblns."