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La Comta da Sabron, captain of French
cavalry, takes to his quarter! to raise by
hand a motharlass Irish tarrler pup, and
names It Pltchoune. He dines with the
Marquise d'Eaclignac and meets Miss
Julia Radmond, American heiress, who
Binge for him an English ballad that
lingers In his memory. Trying to aave
Pltchoune'e life, he declines a second In
vitation to dinner because of a "very sick
friend." No more invitations come from
ihe Chateau d'Eaclignac. Pttchone,
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. Babron is ordered to Al
giers, but Is not allowed to take servants
pr dogs. Ha Is Invited to a muslcale at
the Chateau, where Miss Redmond, hear
ing that Sabron cannot take Pltchoune
with him, offers to take care of the dog
luring his master's absence.
CHAPTER VII Continued.
"My dear Julia, my godson, the
Due da Tremont." And Sabron bowed
to both the ladles, to the duke, and
went away.
This was the picture he might add
to his collection: the older woman in
her vivid dress, Julia In her simpler
gown, and the titled Frenchman bow
ing over her hand.
When he went out to the front ter
race Brunet was there with his horse
and Pltchoune was there as well, stiff
ly waiting at attention.
"Brunet," said the officer to his
man, "will you take Pltchoune around
to the servants' quarters and give him
to Miss Redmond's maid? I am going
to leave him here."
"Good, mon Capltalne," said the
ordonnance, and whistled to the dog.
Pltchoune sprang toward his master
with a short sharp bark. What he un
derstood would be hard to say, but all
that he wanted to do was to remain
with Sabron.. Sabron bent down and
stroked him.
"Oo, my friend, with Brunet Oo,
mon vleux, go," he commanded stern
ly, and the little dog, trained to
obedience as a soldier's dog should be,
trotted reluctantly at the heels of the
ordonnance, and the soldier threw his
leg over the saddle and rode away.
He rode regardless of anything but
the fact that he was going.
CHAPTER VIII.
Homesick,
Pltchoune was a soldier's dog, born
In a stable, of a mother who had been
dear to the canteen. Michette had been
une vrale vlvandiere, a real daughter
of the regiment.
Pltchoune was a worthy son. He
adored the drums and trumpets. He
' adored the fife. He adored the drills
which he was accustomed to watch
from a respectable distance. He liked
Brunet, and the word had not yet been
discovered which would express how
he felt toward Monsieur le Capitalne,
his master. His muscular little form
expressed it in every fiber. His brown
eyes looked it until their pathos might
have melted a heart of iron.
There was nothing picturesque to
Pltchoune in the Chateau d'Escllgnac
or in the charming room to which he
was brought. The little dog took a
flying tour around it, over sofas and
chairs, landing on the window-seat,
where he crouched. He was not
wicked, but he was perfectly miser
able, and the lovely wiles of Julia Red
mond and her endearments left him
unmoved. He refused meat and drink,
was Indifferent to the views from the
window, to the beautiful view of King
Rene's oastle, to the tantalizing cat
sunning herself against the wall. He
fleW about like mad, leaving destruc
tion In his wake, tugged at the leash
when they took him out for exercise.
In short, Pltchoune was a homesick,
lovesick little dog, and thereby en
deared himself more than ever to his
new mistress. She tied a ribbon
round his neck, which he promptly
chewed off. She 'tried to feed him
with her own fair hands; he held his
head high, looked bored and grew thin
in the flanks.
"I think Captain de Sabron's little
dog It going to die, ma tante," she told
her aunt.
"Fiddlesticks, my dear Julia! Keep
him tied up until he is accustomed to
the place. It won't hurt him to fast;
he will eat when he is hungry. I have
a note from Robert He has gone to
Monte Carlo."
"Ahl" breathed Miss Redmond in
differently.
She slowly went over to her piano
and played a tew measures of muslo
that were a torture to Pltchoune, who
found these ladylike performances in
strong contrast to drums and trumpets.
He felt himself as a soldier degraded
and could not understand why he
should be relegated to a salon and to
the mild society of two ladles who
did not even know how to pull his ears
or roll him over on the rug with their
riding boots and spurs. He sat against
the window as was his habit, looking
watching, yearning.
"Vous avex tort, ma chere," said her
aunt, who was working something less
than a thousand flowers on her tap
estry. "The chance to be a princess
and a Tremont does not come twice
In a young girl's life, and you know
yn have only to be reasonable, Julia."
Miss Redmond's fingers wandered,
magnetically drawn by her thoughts,
into a song which she played softly
through. Pltchoune heard and turned
his beautiful head and his soft eyes to
her. He knew that tune. Neither
drums nor trumpets had played it, but
there was no doubt about its being fit
for soldiers. He had heard his master
sing it, hum it, many times. It had
soothed his nerves when he was a sick
puppy and it went with many things
of the intimate life with his master.
He remembered It when he had dozed
by the fire and dreamed of chasing
cats and barking at Brunet and being
a faithful dog all around; he heard
again a beloved voice hum it to him.
Pltchoune whined and softly jumped
down from his seat. He put his fore
paws on Miss Redmond's lap. She
stopped and caressed him, and he
licked her hand.
"That is the first time I have seen
that dog show a spark of human
gratitude, Julia. He is probably beg
ging you to open the door and let him
take a run."
Indeed Pltchoune did go to the door
and waited appeallngly.
"I think you might trust him out
think he is tamed," said the Marquise
d'Eaclignac. "He is a real little sav
age."
Miss Redmond opened the door and
Pltchoune shot out She watched him
tear like mad across the terrace, and
scuttle into the woods, as she thought
after a rabbit He was the color of
the fallen leaves and she lost sight
of him in the brown and golden brush.
CHAPTER IX.
The Fortunes of War.
Sabron's departure had been de
layed on account of a strike at the
dockyards of Marseilles. He left
Tarascon one lovely day toward the
end of January and the old town with
its sweetness and its sorrow, fell be
hind, as he rolled away to brighter
suns. A friend from Paris took him to
the port In his motor and there Sabron
waited some forty-eight hours before
be set sail. His boat lay out on the
azure water, the brown rocks of the
coast behind it There was not
breeze to stir as he took the tug which
was to convey him. He was Inclined
to dip his fingers in the indigo ocean,
sure that he would find them blue.
He climbed up the ladder alongside of
the vessel, was welcomed by the cap
tain, who knew him, and turned to go
below, for he had been suffering from
an attack of fever which now and then
laid hold of him, ever since his cam
paign in Morocco.
Therefore, as he went into his cabin,
which he did not leave until the steam
er touched Algiers, he failed to see
the baggage tender pull up and failed
to see a sailor climb to the deck with
a wet bedraggled thing in his hand
that looked like an old fur cap except
that it wriggled and w- alive.
"This, mon commandant," said the
sailor to the captain, "is the pluckiest
little beast I ever- saw."
He dropped a small terrier on the
deck, who proceeded to shake himself
vigorously and bark with apparent de
light.
"No sooner had we pushed out from
the quay than this little beggar sprang
from the pier and began to swim alter
us. He was so funny that we let him
swim for a bit and then we hauled him
in. It is evidently a mascot mon com
mandant, evidently a sailor dog who
has run away to sea."
The captain looked with Interest at
Pltchoune, who engaged himself in
making his toilet and biting after a
Ilea or two which had not been
drowned.
"We sailors," said the man saluting,
"would like to keep him for luck, mon
commandant."
' Take him down then," his superior
officer ordered, "and don't let him up
among the passengers."
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It was i. rough voyage. Sabron
passed his time saying good-by to
France and trying to keep his mind
away from the Chateau d'Escllgnac,
which perglsted in haunting his uneasy
slumber. In a blaze of sunlight Al
giers, the white city, shone upon them
on the morning of the third day and
Sabron tried to take a more cheerful
view of a soldier's life and fortunes.
He was a soldierly figure and a band
some one as he walked down the gang
plank to the shore to be welcomed by
fellow officers who were eager to see
him, and presently was lost in the lit
tle crowd that streamed away from
the dock into the white city.
CHAPTER X.
Together Again.
That night after dinner and a ciga
rette, be strode Into the streets to dis
tract his mind with the sight of the
oriental city and to fill his ears with
the eager cries of the crowd. The
lamps flickered. The sky overhead
was aa blue nearly as in daytime. He
walked leisurely toward the native
quarter, Jostled, as be passed, by men
in their brilliant costumes and by a
veiled woman or two.
He stopped Indifferently before a lit
tle cafe, his eyes-on a Turkish baiaar
where velvets and scarfs were being
sold at double their worth under the
light of a flaming yellow lamp. As he
stood so, his back to the cafe where a
number of the ship's crew were drink
ing, he heard a short sharp sound that
had a sweet familiarity about it and
whose Individuality made him start
with surprise. He could not believe
his ears. He heard the bark again
and then he was sprung upon by a lit
tle body that ran out from between the
legs of a sailor who sat drinking his
coffee and liquor.
"Gracious heavens!" exclaimed Sab
ron, thinking that he must be the vic
tim of a hashish dream. "Pltchoune!"
The dog fawned on him and whined,
crouched at his feet whining like a
child. Sabron bent and fondled him.
The sailor from the table called the
dog Imperatively, but Pltchoune would
have died at his master's feet rather
than return. If his throat could have
uttered words he would have spoken,
but bis eyes spoke. They looked as
though they were tearful.
'Pltchoune, mon vleux! No, it can't
be Pltchoune. But it is Pltchoune!"
And Sabron took him up In his arms.
The dog tried to lick his face.
"Voyons," said the officer to the ma
rine, who came rolling over to them,
"where did you get this dog?"
The young man's voice was im
perative and he fixed stern eyes on the
sailor, who pulled his forelock and ex
plained. "He was following me," said Sabron,
not without a slight catch In his voice.
The body of Pltchoune quivered under
his arm. "He is my dog. I think his
manner proves It. If you have grown
fond of him I am sorry for you, but I
think you will have to give him up."
Sabron put his hand In his pocket
and turned a little away to be free of
the native crowd that, chattering and
grinning, amused and curious and
Looking, Watching, Yearning.
eager to participate In any distribution
of coin, was gathering around him. He
found two gold pieces which he put
into the hand of the sailor.
"Thank your for taking care of him,
I am at the Royal Hotel." He nodded,
and with Pltchoune under his firm
pushed hia way through the crowd and
out of the bazaar.
He could not Interview the dog him
self, although he listened, amused, to
Pltchoune's own manner of speech. He
spent the latter part of the evening
composing a letter to the minister of
war, and although It was short it must
have possessed certain evident and
telling qualities, for before he left Al
giers proper for the desert, Sabron
received a telegram much to the point:
You may keep your dog. " I congratulate
you on such a faithful companion.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Gauge for Measuring Sootfsll,
The Pittsburgher who resents the
tlmeworn variations of the soft coal
smoke gibes now has his chance to
prove that they are unjustified, or re
main forever silent By a new inven
tion it is at present possible to measure
the ebotfall of any city as accurately
as Rs rain or snowfall may be meas
ured. Already this soot gauge, tried
out In England, has proved what the
tourist long suspected, that London,
with all Its yellow fog, has far purer
air than the North of England factory
cities of Birmingham, Manchester and
tho like. Not only have Pittsburgh and
other slandered American cities the
opportunity to whiten their sooted
reputations, but the manufacturer, too,
may now establish accurately the ex
act proportion of his contribution to
the clvlo soot; for the new device
Judges the quality as well as the
amount of sootfall, and is quite capable
of distinguishing between the factory,
furnace and kitchen range. Literary
Digest
The Boy Who Dreams.
It is a good thing for the farmer boy
to have an imagination, says the Prai
rie Farmer. It is a good thing for
him to "dream dreams and see vi
sions." It takes a dreamer to see the
transformation that intelligent effort
will bring to pass on the old place.
It takes a dreamer to see bow much
more desirable that plaoe will be in
ten years than a Job In a dry goods
store. Emporia Gazette.
Te Remove Paint
Equal parts of ammonia and turpen
tine will take paint out of clothing, no
matter bow bard or dry it la. Satu
rate spots two or three times, tfeea
wash in warm soapsuds.
ARAMO.of
FEW persons who live in the
temperate zone are aware of
the fact that there is quite a
large section of country In trop
ical America, even ai me aqua-
tor which Is a land of Bleet and storm
during the greater part of the year,
where many of the trails are fre
quently closed to men and beaeta at
tempting to cross are frozen to death.
Such a region is the Andean paramo,
in the Republic of Colombia.
Three years ago Dr. Arthur A. Allen
explored that elevated land In search
of bird specimens, and he has de
scribed it in the American Museum
Journal. The following paragraphs,
says the Bulletin of the Pan Ameri
can Union, embody substantially the
more Important features of Doctor
Allen's interesting account:
The paramo of Santa Isabel lies
about two days' Journey from Solento,
the largest town on the Quindio trail,
which crosses the central Andes, and
on clea days, especially at dusk, can
be seen at several points rising above
the forest-capped ridges to an alti
tude between 16,000 and 17,000 feet
Beyond It and a little to the east lies
the paramo of Ruis, and, most mag
nificent of all, Nevada del Tolima,
with its crown of crystal snow gleam
ing in the rays of the setting sun.
Many travelers pass over the trail
without ever a glimpse of the snows
to the north, seeing only the banks of
clouds that obscure even the tops of
the moss forest and hide all but the
near distance.
One morning in early September
the naturalists slung their packs and
started for the paramo of Santa Isa
bel From Solento the trail to the
paramo leads first down into the Bo
quia valley and then follows the
river's meandering course through
groves of splendid palms nearly to its
Bource, when it turns abruptly and
begins a steep ascent of the mountain
side The palm trees, in scattered
groves, continue to nearly 9,000 feet,
where the trail begins to zigzag
through some half-cleared country,
where the trees have been felled and
burned over, and where in between
ON THE PARAMO
the charred stumps a few bandfuls of
wheat have been planted and now
wave a golden brown against the
black.
Wonderful Cloud Forest.
And next the Cloud forest! It. Is
seldom that the traveler's anticipation
of any much-heralded natural wonder
Is realized when he Is brought face
to face with It. Usually he feels a
tinge of disappointment and follows
It by a close scrutiny of the object
before him In search of the grandeur
depicted, but not so with the Cloud
forest. According to Mr. Allen It sur
passes one's dreams of tropical lux
uriance. It Is here rather than in the
lowland Jungle that nature outdoes her
self and crowds every available inch
with moss and fern and orchid. Here
every twig is a garden and the moss-
laden branches so gigantic that they
throw more shade than the leaves of
the trees themselves. Giant branches
hang to the ground from the hori
zontal branches of the larger trees
and In turn are so heavily laden with
moss and epiphytes that they form an
almost solid wall and present the ap
pearance of a hollow tree trunk 15 or
20 feet in diameter. One should pass
through this forest during the rainy
season to form a true conception of
Its richness, though even during the
dryest months the variety and abun
dance of plant life covering every
trunk and branch are beyond belief.
The great forest, occasionally inter
rupted by clearings, continues for
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many hours of travel up the mountain
from 9,000 to about 12,000 feet, where
a sudden change occurs. The trees
become dwarfed, their leaves small
and thick, heavily chltinlzed or cov
ered with thick down, and remind one
of the vegetation about our northern
bogs with their Andromeda and Lab
rador tea. Here, too, the ground in
places is covered with a dense mat of
sphagnum, dotted with dwarf blueber
ries and cranberries and similar plants
which remind one of home.
Out Upon the Paramo,
A cool breeze greets the traveler,
sky appears in place of the great
dome of green, and suddenly he steps
out upon the open paramo. He has
been traveling through the densest of
forests, seeing but a few paces along
the trail and only a few rods into the
vegetation on either side; he has
grown nearsighted, and even the
smallest contours of the landscape
have been concealed by -the dense for
est cover. Suddenly there is thrown
before his vision a whole world of
mountains. As far as he can see In
all directions, save behind him, ridge
piles upon ridge in never-ending series
until they fuse in one jnlghty crest
which pierces the clouds with its
snow-capped crown. This Is the para
mo of Santa Isabel.
At this point the party dismounted1
and led their horses along the narrow
ridge. They looked in vain for the
Jagged peaks that are so characteris
tic of our northern frost-made moun
tains. Here even the vertical cliffs
did not seem entirely without vegeta
tion, and as for as could be seen with
binoculars the brown sedges and the
gray frallejons covered the rocks even
up to the very edge of the snow. All
about them the strange mulleinlike
frallejons, as the native call them,
stood up on their pedestals, ten or
even fifteen feet in height in sheltered
spots; down among the sedges were
many lesser plants similar to our
North American species gentians,
composites, a hoary lupine, a butter
cup, a yellow sorrel, almost Identical
with those of the United States.
Birds also, several of which proved
OF SANTA ISABEL
to be new to science, were numerous,
Dut all were of dull colors and re
minded tbiera in their habits of the
open-country birds of northern Unit
ed States. A goldfinch hovered above
the frallejons; a gray flycatcher ran
along the ground or mounted Into
the air, much like the northern horned
larks; an ovenblrd flow up ahead of
them resembling a meadow lark; a
marsh wren scolded from the rank
sedges; and almost from under their
horses' hoofs one of the large An
dean snipes sprang Into the air with
a characteristic bleat and went zlg-
zaging away. On a small lake which
they came to, barren except for a few
algae, rode an Andean teal, surprising
ly like the northern gadwall. And so
the story goes on. Here almost on
the Equator, but 13,000 feet above the
level of the sea, they had left the
strangeness of the tropics and come
upon a land that was strikingly like
their own.
He Was a 8ufferer.
"Madam," said the tattered and torn
supplicant to the benevolent lady who
answered his timid rap at the door,
"have you any old clothes you can
spare for an unfortunate victim of
the European war?" "I think I have,
my poor man; but bow does this hap
pen! You cannot have been In this
war, surely." "No, madam," humbly
replied the sufferer; "but my wife baa
sent all my clothes to the Belgians."
Harrisburg Times.
THREE DAYS IN ONE
Seeming Impossibility Easily
Shown as a Fact.
Irregularity of Date Line Account for
the Paradox Explanation Given
by Scientist In the New York
Sunday World.
Three days can exist at the same
time! It sounds impossible, but It Is,
nevertheless a fact that when It Is
very late Sunday night at Attu island
It is Monday noon at London and Tues
day morning at Cape Deshnef, Siberia!,
If one travels westward, one loses a
day in going round the world; if one
travels eastward, one gains a day,
writes Hereward Carrlngton In the
Sunday New York World Magazine.
Could one travel at the rate of 15
degrees a day, one would lose exactly,
one hour. each day. In twenty-four
days the circuit would be complete.
Inasmuch as sun and earth are con
stantly revolving and day merging in
to night, Sunday passing into Monday,
etc., it is obvious that at one point
on the world's surface an arbitrary
line must be set, to the east of which
1b one day, to the west of which Is the
When It la Noon Monday In London,
6 A. M. Monday In Chicago and 6
P. M. Monday In Calcutta, It Is Still
Sunday at Attu Island and It Al
ready Tuesday at Cape Deshnef.
next day. This immediate "jump" of '
a day regulateB the calendar tor one
circumnavigating the globe. This "in
ternational date line," as it is called,
passing north and south and dividing
our world Into two equal parts, is the
180th meridian and crosses the Pacific
ocean where fortunately there is very
little land taking a slight bulge out
ward to Include Siberia, and one the
other Way to Include Attu island,
which belongs to Alaska geographical
ly. The map will show this. West of
this line la Monday and east of it Is
Sunday,
When it is noon Monday In Lon-
day, Tuesday has already begun at
Cape Deshnef, Siberia, but Monday
morning has not yet dawned at Attu
island; nearly half an hour of Sunday
still remains there. We are thus con
fronted with the paradox of three days
co-existing at the same time!
We must remember that every day
begins at midnight. If we could travel
round the world at the same rate that
It travels, beginning our flight at noon,
it would be perpetually noon all the
way round! Yet we Bhould lose a day.
While at any particular point on the
surface of the earth a day Is twenty
four hours long, every day, as a matter
of fact, lasts forty-eight hourB some
times even longer. This seems another
contradiction. Yet it can be explained.
Any given day, say Christmas, begins
(as that day) Immediately west of the
180th parallel. One hour later Christ
mas day begins 15 degrees west of the
date line, two hours later 30 degrees
west of the line, and so on round the
globe. Those living just weRt of the
date line would have enjoyed twelve
hours of Christmas when It reached
England, eighteen hours when it began
In the United States and twenty-four
hours (a whole day) when it began In
Alaska. Already ChrlBtmas had ex
isted twenty-four hours on this globe,
but having Just bepun In Western
Alaska, it will last thore twenty-four
hourB longer.
We have just seen that each day
laBts for forty-eight hours. As a mat
ter of fact, a day lastB in Bome places
more than forty-nine hours. This Is
because of the Irregularity of the date
line previously mentioned. Let us
begin an Imaginary Journey from Cape
Deshnef, Siberia, at midnight As mid
night sweeps westward successive
places see the beginning of the day.
When the day begins in Lonaon it has
been that same day at Cape Deshnef
twelve hours and forty-five minutes.
When this same day arrives at Attu
island It has been twenty-five hours
and twelve minutes since It began of
ficially nt Capo Deshnef. Since the
day will then last twenty-four hours
at Attu Island, before It is spent
forty-nine hours and twelve minutes
will have elapsed from the beginning
of that day until the time It closes.
Thus three days can exist at one time,
as before explained.
Dute Refuses to Help.
The New York World's correspond
ent at Rome writes to that paper that
Eleanora Duse, "who sits in a corner
and feels lonely while women of her
age are making huge successes on the
stage," refused to take part In char
ity performances in aid of earthquake
sufferers.
"Why should I exhibit my voice,
tired with emotion, and my face, lined
with care, to well-dressed women in
stalls and boxes T" she asked. "Let
them give the price of their beautiful
Jewell and gowns for the poor."
And (he wrote to the earthquakft
eommlttee to that effect, too.
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