MADE VAN VOE
ILLUSTRATION
8YNOP3IS.
Lo Comte de Sabron, captain c-f French
cavalry, takes to his quarters to raise by
hand a motherless Irish terrier pup, and
nusu It Pitchoune. He dines with the
Marquise d'Escllgnac and meets Miss
Julia Redmond, American heiress, who
rings (or him an English ballad that
Inxers In his memory. Trying to save
Pltchoune's life, he declines a seobnd In
vitation to dinner because of a "very sick
friend." No more invitations come from
the Chateau d'Escllgnac. Pltchoune,
though lame from his accident, thrives
and is devoted to his master. Sabron and
Pltchoune meet the Marquise and Miss
Redmond and after the story of Pltchoune
Is told Sabron is forgiven and Invited to
dinner again. Sabron Is ordered to Al
giers. CHAPTER VI Continued.
. Pltchoune, whose eyes had followed
the cat out of sight, sprang upon his
master and seemed quite ready for
the new departure.
"I shall at least have you," Sabron
said. "It will be your first campaign.
We shall have some famous runs and
I shall Introduce you to a camel and
make you acquainted with several
donkeys, not to speak of the historic
Arab steedB. You will see, my friend,
that there are other animals besides
yourself in creation."
" A telegram for mon capitalne."
Brunet came in with the blue envelope
which Sabron tore open.
Tou will take with you neither horses
nor dogs.
It was an order from the minister of
war, just such a one as was sent to
ome half-dozen other young officers,
all of whom, no doubt, felt more or
less discomfited.
Sabron twisted the telegram, put It
in the fireplace and lighted his ciga
rette with It, watching Pltchoune who,
finding himself a comfortable corner
In the armchair, had settled down for
a nup.
"So," nodded the young man aloud,
"I shall not even have Pitchoune."
He smoked, musing. In the rigid dis
cipline of his soldier's life he was used
to obedience. His softened eyes, how
ever, and his nervous fingers as they
nulled at his mustache, ehowed that
the command had touched him.
"What shall I do with you, old fel
low?" Although Sabron's voice was low,
the dog, whose head was down upon
his paws, turned his bright brown
eyes on his master with so much con
fidence and affection that it completed
the work. Sabron walked across the
floor, smoking, the spurs on his heels
clanking, the light shining on his bril
liant boots and on his uniform. He
" was a splendid-looking man with race
and breeding, and he combined with
his masculine force the gentleness of
j a woman.
' "They want me to be lonely," he
thought. "All that the chiefs consider
ti the soldier not the man even the
companionship of my dog Is denied
me. What do they think I am going
to do out there In the long eaBtorn
evenings?" He reflected. "What does
the world expect an uncompanloned
wanderer to do?" There are many
things and the less thought about
them, the hotter.
"A letter tor Monsieur le Capitalne."
Crunet returned with a note which he
presented stiffly, and Pltchoune, who
chose In his little brain to imagine
Brunei in Intruder, sprang from the
chair like lightning, rushed at the
ervant, seized the leg of his panta
loons and began to worry them, growl
ins, Drunot regarding hlin with adora
tion. Sabron had not thought aloud
the last words of the telegram, which
tie had used to light Ms cigarette,
, . . Nor will It be necessary to take
a personal servant. The indigenes an
capable ordonnances.
As he took the letter from Brunet'i
salver he sa'1 curtly:
"I am ordered to Algiers and I shall
not take horses nor Pltchoune."
The dog, at mention of his name,
set Brunei's leg free and stood quiet,
his head lifted.
"Nor you either, mon brave Bru
net." Sabron put his hand on his
servant's shoulder, the first familiarity
he had ever shown a man who served
him with devotion, and who would
have given his life to save his mas
ter's. "Those," said the officer curtly,
"are the orders from headquarters, and
the least said about them the better."
The ruddy cheek of the servant
turned pale. He mechanically touched
til forehead.
"Blen. mon Capitalne, ha mur-
inured, with a little catch In hit voUe.
He stood at attention, then wheeled
and without being dismissed, stalked
out of the room.
Pltchoune did not follow. He re
mained Immovable like a little dog cut
from bronze; he understood who
hall aay how much of the conversa
tion? Sabron threw away his ciga
rette, then read hit letter by the man
tleplece, leaning his arm upon It He
read slowly. He had broken the seal
lowly. It waa the first letter ha had
ever aeon In this handwriting. It was
written In French and ran thus:
Monsleur-My aunt wishes me to ask
you If you will come to ua for a little
musicals tomorrow afternoon. IV hope
you will be free, and I hop, aha added,
that you will bring ritchoun. Nat that
I think he will care for the music, but
afterward perhaps he will run with us as
we walk to the gate. My aunt wishes me
to say that she has learned from the col
onel that you have been ordered to Al
giers. In this way she says that we shall
have an opportunity of wishing you bon
voyage, and I say I hope Pltchoune will
be a comfort to you.
The letter ended In the usual formal
French fashion. Sabron, turning the
letter and rereading it, found that It
completed the work that had been go
ing on In his lonely heart He stood
long, musing.
Pltchoune laid himself down on the
rug, his bright little head between his
paws, his affectionate eyes on his mas
ter. The firelight shone on them both,
the musing young officer and the al
most human-hearted little beast. So
Brunet found them when he came In
with the lamp shortly, and as he set
It down on the table and Its light
shone on him, Sabron, glancing at the
ordonnance, saw that his eyes were
red, and liked him none the less for it.
CHAPTER VII.
A Soldier's Dog.
"It Is Just as I thought," he told
Pltchoune. "I took you Into my life,
you little rascal, against my will, and
now, although It's not your fault, you
are making me regret It I shall end
Pltchoune, by being a cynlo and mis
ogynist, and learn to make Idols of
my career and my troops alone. Afte
all, they may be tiresome, but they
don't hurt as you do, and some other
things as well."
Pltchoune, being Invited to the
musicals at the Chateau d'Escllgnac,
went along with his master, running be
hind the captain's horse. It was
heavenly January day, soft and mild,
full of sunlight and delicious odors,
and over the towers of King Rene's
castle the sky banners were made of
celestial blue.
The officer found the house full of
people. He thought it hard that he
might not have had one more Intimate
picture to add to his collection. When
he entered the room a young man was
playing a violoncello. There was a
group at the piano, and among the peo
ple the only ones he clearly saw were
the hostess, Madame d'Escllgnac In
a gorgeous velvet frock, then MIbs
Redmond, who stood by the window,
listening to the music. She saw him
come In and smiled to him, and from
that moment his eyes hardly left her.
What the music was that afternoon
the Count ds Sabron could not have
i
W A,
He Stood Long Musing.
told very Intelligently. Much of It was
sweet, all of It was touching, but when
Miss Redmond stood to sing and chose
the little song of which he had made
a lullaby, and sang It divinely, Sab
ron, his hands clasped behind his back
and his head a little bent, still looking
at her, thought that his heart wr
break. It was horrible to go away i- i
not tell her. It was cowardly to feel
so much and not be able to speak It
And he felt that he might he equal
to some wild deed, such as crossing
the room violently, putting his hand
over her slender one and saying:
"I am a soldier; I have nothing hut a
soldier's life. I am going to Africa
tomorrow. Come with me; I want you.
cornel
All of which, slightly Impossible and
quite out of the question, nevertheless
charmed and soothed him. The words
of her English song, almost barbaric
to him because Incomprehensible, fell
on his ears. Ua melody was already
part of him
"Monsieur da Sabron," said Madame
d'Escllgnac, "you are going away to
morrow?"
"Yes. Madame
"I expect you will be ergaged In
some awful native skirmishes. Per
haps you will even be able to tend
back a tiger skin."
"There are no tigers In that part of
Africa, Madame."
ed almost hoetllely on the gorgeous
marquise In her red gown. He felt
that she was glad to have him go. Ha
wanted to say: "I shall come back,
however; I shall come back and when
I return" ... but ha knew that
such a boast, or even such a hope was
fruitless.
His colonel had told him only the
day before that Miss Redmond was
one of the richest American heiresses,
and there) was a question of a duke or
a prince and heaven only knew what
In the way of titles. As the marquise
moved away her progress was some
thing like the rolling of an elegant
velvet chair, and while his feelings
were still disturbed Miss Redmond
crossed the room to him. Before Sab
ron quite knew how they had been
able to escape the others or leave the
room, ha was standing with her In the
winter garden where the sunlight
came In through trellises and the
perfume of the warmed plants was
heavy and sweet. Before them flowed
the Rhone, golden In the winter's light
The blue river swept its waves around
old Tarascon and the battlements of
King Rene's towers.
"You are going to Algiers tomorrow,
Monsieur de Sabron?" Miss Redmond
smiled, and how was Sabron to real
ize that she could not very well have
wept there and then, had she wished
to do so?
"Yes," he said. "I adore my regl
ment I love my work. I have al
ways wanted to see colonial service
"Have youT It is delightful to find
one's ambitions and desires satisfied,"
said Miss Redmond. "I have always
longed to see the desert It must be
Wutlful. Of course you are going to
take Pitchoune?"
. "Ah!" exclaimed Sabron, "that Is
Just what I am not going to do."
"What!" she cried. You are never
going to leave that darling dog be
hind you?"
"I must, unfortunately. My superior
officers do not allow me to take horses
or dogs, or even my servant"
"Heavens!" she exclaimed. "What
brutes they are! Why, Pltchoune will
die of a broken heart" Then she
said: "You are leaving him with your
man servant?"
Sabron shook his head.
"Brunet would not be able to keep
him."
"Ah!" she breathed. "He Is looking
for, a home? Is he? It so, would you
. . . might I take car of Plt
choune?"
The Frenchman Impulsively put out
his hand, and she laid her own In it
"You are too good," he murmured.
"Thank you. Pitchoune will thank
you."
He kissed her hand. That was all.
From within the salon came the
noise of voices, and the bow of the
violoncellist was beginning a new con
certo. They stood looking at each
other. No condition could have pre
vented It although the Marquise
d'Escllgnao was rolling toward them
across the polished floor of the muslo
room. As though Sabron realized that
he might never see this lovely young
woman again, probably never would
see her, and wanted before he left to
have something made clear, he asked
quickly:
"Could you, Mademoiselle, In a word
or two tell me the meaning of the Eng
lish song you sang?"
She flushed and laughed slightly.
"Well, it Is not very easy to put It
In prose," she hesitated. "Things
sound so differently In music and
poetry; but it means," she said in
French, bravely, "why, It Is a sort of
prayer that someone you love very
much should be kept safe night and
day. That's about all. There is a lit
tle sadness In it as though," and her
cheeks glowed, "as If there was a sort
of separation. It means . . ."
"Ah!" breathed the officer deeply,
'I understand. Thank you."
And Just then Madame d'Escllgnao
rolled up between them and with an
unmistakable satisfaction presented to
her niece the gentleman she had se
cured.
(TO BB CONTINUED.)
Your Own Home.
William L. Price In "The House of
the Democrat" gave us a description
of his Ideal dwelling in words so ge
nial and simple, and full of such pic
turesque feeling, that they seem a fit
ting preface to an article on the plan
ning of a home. "The rooms," he
said, "shall be ample and low; wide-
windowed, deep-seated, spacious, cool
by reason of shadows In summer,
warmed by the ruddy glow of fire
sides In winter; open to wistful sum'
mer airs, tight closed against the win
try blasts; a house, a home, a shrine.'
One cannot but wish that every
homebullder and architect would
learn these words by heart, and hold
them as a constant reminder for In
that one prophetlo sentence seems to
be condensed the very spirit of
home.
The atmosphere of comfort and rest-
fulness cannot be attained, however,
without much wise and thoughtful
planning. Its roots are in the prac
tical, the seemingly commonplace
which, rightly treated, results In last
ing homelike charm. The Craftsman.
ftpDieAf! (sty
5 it to hunt the wild ele
phants or to see the ruins
that sahib haB come?" asked
my Singhalese host at the
resthouse in Anuradhapura,
vrites Tyler Dennett In the New
fork Tribune. The question was not
'eally asked for Information. He
knew that I. had not come equipped
o hunt elephants. He also knew that
he game laws of the BritiBh govern-
nent amply protect these valuable
beasts. He wished, merely, to Im
press me with the range of entertain
ment afforded by Anuradhapura. I
ivaa impressed. Elephant hunting In
:he jungles of Ceylon or curio hunt
ng In the ruins of a forgotten me
xopolis which once stood amid these
lame Jungles one may take his
ihoice!
Twenty-two centuries ago the morn
ng sun cast the shadow of a nine-
story building over the spot where
we were seated. This Brazen palace
)f Duttha Gamanl was 166 feet high,
higher than the talles building on
Broadway 35 years ago.
Out yonder grows the sacred bo
tree, over 2,100 years old. It was
jrown as a slip from the sacred fig
!ree under which Buddha himself sat
when fighting off the temptations of
lense which hindered his attainment
)f perfect wisdom. Crumbling ruins,
forests of pillars, grass-grown mounds
iundreds of feet high stretch back
Into the dim vista of a tropical for
?st on every side. Monkeys swing
LAUGHS AT "BOY PROBLEM"
beam as they would have shaped a
tree trunk and employed it in the
same way. The Brazen palace was
destroyed by fire a few years after it
was first erected. It was Immediate
ly rebuilt, destroyed many times
more In the course of Its history, and
now is marked only by this forest of
upright, broken and fallen pillars in
the Jungle. Its fate was the fate of
many of the great structures of this
ancient city. Invasion, fire or the
wear of time on imperfectly con
structed work has laid them low.
Tlssa, a great king of the pre-Christian
ere, introduced Buddhism into
the land. He erected a great temple,
the Mahapall almshouse, the ruins of
which have been almost entirely ob
literated, and planted the Blip from
the original bo tree.
This tree flourished to the same ex
tent as did the new religion and the
city which afforded it a home. The
Thuparama dagaba, a huge mauso
leum and shrine for the left collar
bone of Buddha, the oldest bulMtng
In Ceylon now a high mound of sod'
covered brick, with trees growing half
way up the slope is a witness to the
enthusiasm of Tlssa and to his ambi
tious plans. In its ruins it stands
250 feet high and 350 feet In diame
ter at the base. Originally it was a
hundred feet higher than now. An
other dagaba or this period had a
canopy resting on stone pillars, suf
ficently large to shelter a thousand
worshipers. Anuradhapura became an
No Such Thing as It Has Been Un- .
derstood, Is the Conclusion
of an Expert
"There Is no such thing as 'the boy
problem,' much as folks talk about it"
said Fred S. Goodman of New York, a
Young Men's Christian association ex
pert, in addressing an Omaha audi
ence. "The problem is entirely in,
the kind of leadership the boy gets,
and that rests, not with the boy, but
the man."
Mr. Goodman insists on a man's In
fluence for the bey, especially from
fourteen years of age on, and the man
ought to be his father. For the boy,
he says, instinctively classifies him
self then as a man and will respond
sensitively to a man's leadership. To
illustrate, he cites this incident:
When the steamer The Republic was
rammed by another ship some five
years ago and imperiled and the trans
fer of passengers was under way with
the rule of the sea, "woman and chil
dren first," in force, a father standing
near the edge of the deck bade his
wife, little daughter and son of four
teen good-by and stepped back. Pres
ently the boy kissed his mother and
sister and went to take his place be
side his father. Instinctively he classi
fied himself, preferring to die with his
Ifather as a man than escape with his
.mother and sister as a child.
How typical this boy was no one
knows, but the moral Is plain. The
father who succeeds in establishing
and maintaining a close, confidential
companionship between himself and
his son has, as we all know, taken a
vital step toward meeting his responsi
bility. From then on it Is largely up
to him what his boy becomes, depend
ing on the kind of leadership the. boy
gets.
Chines Currency.
Currency in China has had all sorts
of surprises for the layman, but the
present situation is simply extraor
dinary. There Is now found to be an
actual plethora of dollars and small
cotns, and sine last August the Chi
nese have been melting them and con
verting them Into sycee. The reason
why dollars are being melted Is that
large Issues of the provincial mints
have found no use In the market nd
as all Chinese accounts are In taels
the present price of the dollar Is not
very conducive to Its existence aad
The young soldier's dark eyes rest- circulation.
Supplies Needed In West Africa.
In view of the present situation re
sulting from the war, there is no rea
son why the United States should not
supply West Africa a larger quan
tity of flour in barrels, tins and sacks;
butter in one-half, one and seven-
pound tins; sweetened and unsweet
ened condensed milk In one-half and
one-pound tins, cheese, lard, tinned
sliced bacon and other tinned meats,
fish, fruits, biscuits, cakes, etc.; trade
gin and rum, cheap cigarettes, good
leaf tobacco, cement, corrugated iron
roofing, wire nails, lumber, locks and
hinges, and other building materials,
cheap hardware, earthenware, glass
ware, lamps and lanterns, candles,
:Iron beds, chairs, kerosene, railway
rolling stock and materials, and pos-
iBlbly cotton goods, especially shirt-
' ings, prints and other colored goods In
pieces three to eight yards in length,
land cheap undershirts or vests. Con-
I sul W. J. Yerby, Sierra Leone, writes
that most of the principal business
jhouses in West Africa are branches
with headquarters In Liverpool, Man-
Chester, London, Hamburg, Antwerp,
Paris, Bordeaux and Marseilles.
ruins of the Brazen Palace.
From the trees in this Jungle, chat
tering wildly at anyone who ventures
to disturb their solitude. From high
platforms in harvest time the vil
lagers watch their few Impoverished
train fields to drive off the maraud-
ng wild elephants.
Now Mere Jungle Ruins.
Once Anuradhapura must have
been one of the most thickly populat
ed spots on the surface of the globe.
No one can know with certainty how
many people lived there. "It is a well
known fact sahib," said my host,
that 10,000,000 people lived here In
he reign of the great Gamanl."
I had not been long In the Orient,
yet long enough to know that the
Oriental has little regard for statis
tics. Every statement Is introduced
is a well-known fact. In Anuradha
pura there are the ruins of what is
called the "Elephants bath, bo
ailed, not because the elephants used
to bathe in it, although the wild ones
io come there now every morning at
daybreak, but merely because it is
big. The word "elephant" Is the
Singhalese adjective for bigness.
Adopting their terms, I had already
learned that there are "elephant'
beggars in Ceylon, and "elephant'
liars as well. Even supposing that
my host's estimate was three-fourths
too high, I know of no other city of
that day which contained 2,500,000
people.
Ceylon is the garden spot of the
world. What wonder that the Tamils,
who lived on that dry, hard strip of
touthern India across the strait from
the island, were always Jealous of their
prosperous neighbors? Repeated and
ften successful attacks from the
mainland partly explain why the
sortheastern end of Ceylon Is literal
ly full of burled, forgotten and ruined
;ltlea- Anuradhapura was built de
itroyed and rebuilt half a dozen
times. Since the twelfth century it
lias been a complete ruin.
Palace Had 900 Room.
The Brazen palace, with Its nine
Soors, a hundred rooms to a floor,
rested on sixteen hundred roughly
:ut stone pillars. Probably the super
itructure was brick, wood and thatch.
The Singhalese were not skillful in
he use of stone. To them stone was
nerely a substitute for wood. They
lid not understand the principle of
he arch. They hewed out a stone
object of pride and admiration. Thi
Singhalese people became united
around the great city and the new
religion.
Two Kinds of Ruin.
Generally speaking, there are two
kinds of ruins to be seen in Anura
dhapura the vlhara and the dagaba,
The viharas, or palaces, are com
pletely fallen. Only their founda
tions remain. There is a typical group
of these ruins scattered among the
trees out near the ancient Thupa
rama dagaba. Five palaces were
grouped together, evidently as parts
of a single monastic establishment
The beautifully molded slabs of gran
He which composed the foundations
are, for the most part, still in their
original places. Some of the stones
are thirty feet long, five feet wide
and nearly as high. Before one of.
these foundations a magnificent set of
"moonstone stepB" leads up to the
door. Before another entrance one
may see some finely carved figures of
Indian mythology, tutelary deities set
up to guard the door.
A feature of these establishments
wore the baths, large rectangular
bathing pools, from fifty to two "hun
dred feet long. The granite sides, of
mammoth stones, were built back
from each other like shelves, so that
the monks could enter the water one
step at a time. The water for these
baths was conveyed from the moun
tains, 150 miles away.
The dagabas, owing to their solid
construction, are in a fair state of
preservation. At first they remind
one of the pyramids, although they
are conical In shape, rising from the
plain 200 to 300 feet in height The
interior of them Is brick, packed to
gether without mortar. The rello
which each one contained was placed
in the very center of the mound, and
well protected. In some mysterious
way the exterior of these dagabas
became covered with soil, and now
they look merely like grass-covered
mounds.
Standing amid these ancient ruins,
under the welcome shade of the Jun
gle, one has only to conjure up in Im
agination the forms of these huge
structures, and see them in their
original brilliant colors to realize that
Anuradhapura In Its pristine gradeur
must have been a veritable dream
city.
The Alaskans.
According to the government statis
tics the natives of Alaska are about
26,000 in number, and they are
spread over more than 350,000 of the
590,000 square miles of territory.
The small settlements extend along
about 10,000 miles of coast and on
both sides of the Yukon river and
its tributaries, for a distance of more
than 2,500 miles. One of the super
vision districts contains a full 100,-
000 square miles, the others average
more than 65,000 square miles each.
Of the natives of Alaska, approximate
ly 11,000 belong to six tribes of In
dians in southeastern and southern
Alaska, and In the valley of the Yu
kon. About 11,000 are Eskimos on
the western and northwestern coasts,
along the Bering sea, the Bering
Btraits jnd the Arctic ocean. Some
times more than 3,000 are Aleuts and
mixed races through the Aleutian is
lands. Christian Herald.
Effect of a Message.
Representative James Francis Burke
of New York Journeyed a time ago to
the classic little college of Grove
City, Pa., to deliver an address on
Money." Shortly before the date set
for the address something had gone
awry with the reservoir system at
the town and the board of health had
been called on to find the cause of
1,100 cases of sudden illness.
But Burke knew nothing about the
troubles with the water system, and
the opening remark of the chairman
of the reception committee was
enough to Btartle even a sterner spirit
than he.
"Glad to see you, Mr. Burke," said'
the chairman, "but our audience won't
be as large as we had expected. With
in 21 hours after it was announced
that you were to speak here mors
than a thousand of our people were
taken sick, and most of them are stilt
in bed."
Population of Japan.
According to the late census the to
tal population of Japan, excluding;
Formosa, Chosen, Kabafuto, Kantung
leased territory, men in the Imperial
army and navy, and prisoners, was
5-i.S43.0S3 on December 31 of last
year. There were ten cities that had
a population of over one hundred thou
sand. Tokyo's population was then
2,033,300 and Osaka's 1,387,366.
Scrupulous.
1 guess we'd better fix up our ad
vertisement for summer boarders right
now," said Farmer Corntossel.
"What for?" asked his wife.
"I don't want to write anything that
ain't truthful There ain't any mosqui
toes now an' the nights ar always
cool"