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About The Maupin times. (Maupin, Or.) 1914-1930 | View Entire Issue (June 4, 1915)
rr L mow MARIE VAN VOD: SYNOPSIS. Le Comte de Babron, captain of French cavalry, takes to hit quarters to raise by hand a motherless Irish terrier pup, and names It Pltchoune. He dines with the Marquise d'Escllgnac and meets Miss Julia Redmond, American heiress, who sings for him an English ballad that lingers In his memory Babron Is ordered to Algiers, but Is not allowed to take servants or dogs. Mlas Redmond offers to take care of the dog during his master's absence, but Pltchoune, homesick for his master, runs away from her. The Mar quise plans to marry Julia to the Due de Tr-smont. Unknown to Babron, Pltchoune follows him to Algiers. Dog and maBter meet and Babron gets permission from the war minister to keep his dog with him. Julia writes him that Pltchoune has run away from her. He writes Julia of Plt choune. The Duo de'Tremont finds the American heiress capricious. CHAPTER XII Continued. "My dear Julia," she said to the beautiful girl, looking at her through her lorgnon; "I don't understand you. Every one of your family has married a title. We have not thought that we could do better with our money than build up fortunes already Btarted; than In preserving noble races and noble names. There has never been a divorce In our family. I am a mar quise, your cousin Is a countess, your aunt Is one of the peeresses of Eng land, and as for you, my dear . . ." Miss Redmond was standing by the piano. She had lifted the cover and was about to sit down to play. She smiled slightly at her aunt, and seemed In the moment to be the older woman. "There are titles and titles, ma tante: the only question is what kind do you value the most?" "The highest!" said her aunt with out hesitation, "and the Due de Tre mont is undoubtedly one of the most famous partis In Europe." "He will then find no difficulty In marrying," said the young girl, "and I do not wish to marry a man I do not love." She sat down at the piano and her hands touched the keys. Her aunt, who was doing some dainty tapestry, whose fingers were creating silken flowers and whose mind was busy with fancies and ambitions very like the work she created, shrugged her shoul ders. "That seems to be," she said keenly, "the only tune you know, Julia." "It's a pretty song, ma tante." "I remember that you played and sang it the first night Sabron came to dinner." The girl continued to finger among the chords. "And since then never a day passes that sometime or other you do not play It through." "It has become a sort of oraison, ma tante." "Sabron," said the marquise, "is a fine young man, my child, but he has nothing but his officer's pay. More over, a soldier! life Is a precarious one." Julia Redmond played the song soft ly through. The old butler came In with the eve ning mall and the papers. The Mar quise d'Esclignac, with her embroid ery scissors, opened Le Temps from Paris and began to read with her usual interest She approached the little lamp on the table near her, unfolded the paper and looked over at her niece, and after a few moments, said with a slightly softened voice: "Julia!" Miss Redmond stopped playing. "Julia!" The girl rose from the piano stool and stood with her hand on the Instrument "My dear Julia!" Madame d'Escli gnac spread Le Temps out and put her hand on it "As I said to you, my child, the life of a soldier is a pre carious one." "Ma tante," breathed Miss Redmond from where she stood. "Tell me what the news is from Africa. I think I know what you mean." She could not trust herself to walk across the floor, for Julia Redmond in that moment of suspense found the room swimming. "There has been an engagement," said the marquise gently, for in spite of her ambitions she loved her niece. "There has been an engagement, Julia, at Dlrbal." She lifted the newspaper and held It before her face and read: There has been soma hard fighting In h teson, around about Dlrbal. 1'h troop MoMiianded by Captain de Sahron were routes by the nativos at .hi on Thu'Jiy. Tney did net rai: a w.- fnrceJ to rtrt. 'fheta w a felt loss of UN emring th natives atl Sev ern! f the g:nient were ana H'led. 1 Lre hu been no Iste su'-tieiuc news front Dirbal, but the last iIIimulImi give 1h. (nartmint of var t understek that Sftbron niMiftlf is among ti-e rniMg-. Tke Marquise d'Esclignac slowly yjt dowsj thi paper, and rose quickly, cii.e went to the young girl's side and put her arm around her. Miss Redmond covered her face with her hands: "Ma tante, ma tante!" she mur mured. "My dear Julia," said the old lady, "there is nothing more uncertain than newspaper reports, especially those that coma from the African seat of war. Sit down here, my child." The two women sat together on the long piano stool. The marquise said: "I followed the fortunes, my dear, of my husband's cousin through the engagement in Tonkin. I know a little what It was." The girl was Immov -TER5 able. Her aunt felt her rigid by her side. "I told you," she murmured, "that a soldier's life was a precarious one." Miss Redmond threw away all dis guise. "Ma tante," she said In a hard voice. "I love him! You must have known It and seen it I love him! He is becoming my life." As the marquise looked at the girl's face and saw her trembling lips and her wide eyes, she renounced her am bitions for Julia Redmond. She re nounced them with a sigh, but she was a woman of the world, and more than that, a true woman. She remained for a moment in silence, holding Julia's hands. She had followed the campaign of her husband's cousin, a young man with an insignificant title whom she had not married. In this moment she relived again the arrival of the eve ning papers; the dispatches, her hus band's news of his cousin. As she kissed Julia's cheeks a moisture passed over her own eyes, which for many years had shed no tears. "Courage, my dear," she implored, "We will telegraph at once to the minister of war for news." The girl drew a convulsive breath and turned, and leaning both elbows on the piano keys perhaps in the very notes whose music in the little song had charmed Sabron she burst Into tears. The marquise rose and passed out of the room to send a man with a dispatch to Tarascon. CHAPTER XIII. One Dog's Day, There must be a real philosophy In all proverbs. "Every dog has his day" Is a significant one. It surely was for Pltchoune. He had his day. It was a glorious one, a terrible one, a memor able one, and he played his little part in it. He awoke at the gray dawn, springing like a flash from the foot of Sabron's bed, where he lay asleep, in response to the sound of the reveille, and 3abron sprang up after him. Pltchoune in a few moments was in the center of real disorder. All he knew was that he followed his master Pltchoune Smelled Him From Head to Foot. all day long. The dog's knowledge did not comprehend the fact that not only had the native village, of which his master spoke In his letter to Miss Red mond, been destroyed, but that Sab ron's regiment itself was menaced by a concerted and concentrated attack from an entire tribe, led by a fanatic as hotmlnded and as fierce as the Mahdi of Sudanese history. Pltchoune followed at the heels of his master's horse. No one paid any attention to him. Heaven knows why he was not trampled to death, but he was not No one trod on him; no horse's hoof hit his littlo wiry form that managed In the midst of carnage and death to keep itself secure and his hsvle whole. He smelt the gunpowder, he smelt the smoke, sniffed at It, threw up Ms pretty head and barked, puffed and panted, yelped and tore bout and followed. He was not con scious of anything but that Sabron was in motion; that Sabron, his be loved master, was in action of some kind or other and he, a soldier's dog, was in action, too. He howled at fierce dark faces, when he saw them. He snarled at the bullets that whis tled around his ears and, laying his little ears back, he shook his black muzzle in the very grin of death. Sabron's horse was shot under him, and then Pltchoune saw his master, sprang upon him, and his feelings were not hurt that no attention was paid blm, that not even his name was called, and as Sabron struggled on, Pltchoune followed. It was bis day; he was fighting the natives; he was part of a ttle; he was a soldier's dog! Little by little the creatures and things around him grew fewer, the smoke cleared and rolled away, there were a few feet of freedom around him in which he stood and barked; then he was off again close to his master's heels and not too soon, He did not know the blow that struck Sabron, but he saw him fall, and then and there came Into his canine heart some knowledge of the Importance of his day. He had raced himself weary. Every bone In his little body ached with fatlcue. Sabron lay his length on the bed of a drled-up river, one of those phantom like channels of a desert stream whose course runs watery only certain times of the year. Sabron, wounded In the abdomen, lay on his side. Pltchoune smelled him from head to foot, ad dressed himself to his restoration in his own way. He licked his face and hands and ears, sat sentinel at the be loved head where the forehead was covered with sweat and blood. He barked feverishly and to his attentive ears there came no answer whatso ever, either from the wounded man in the bed of the African river or from the silent plains. Sabron was deserted. He had fallen and not been missed and his regiment, routed by the Arabs, had been driven into retreat. Finally the little dog, who knew by Instinct that life re mained In his master's body, set him self at work vigorously to awaken a sign of life. He attacked Sabron's Bhoulder as though it were a prey; he worried him, barked in his ear, struck him lightly with his paw, and finally, awakening to dreadful pain, to fever and to Isolation, awakening perhaps to the battle for life, to the attentions of his friend, the spahl opened his eyes. Sabron's wound was serious, but his body was vigorous, strong and healthy, and his mind more bo. There was a film over it just now. He raised him self with great effort, and in a moment realized where he was and that to linger there was a horrible death. On each side of the river rose an Inclined bank, not very high and thickly grown with mimosa bush. This meant to him that beyond it and probably within easy reach, there would be shade from the intense and dreadful glare beat ing down upon him, with death in every ray. He groaned and Pttchoune's voice answered him. Sabron paid no attention to his dog, did not even call his name. His mind, accustomed to quick decisions and. to a matter-of-fact consideration of life, liiBtantly took its proper course. He must get out of ths river bed or die there, rot there. What there was before him to do was so stupendous an undertaking that It made him almost unconscious of the pain in his loins. He could not stand, could not thoroughly raise himself; but by great and painful effort, bleed ing at every move, he could crawl; he did so, and the sun beat down upon him. Pltchoune walked by his side, whining, talking to him, encouraging him, and the spahl, ashen pale, his bright gray uniform ripped and stained, all alone in the desert, with death above him and death on every hand, crawled, dragged, hitched along out of the river to the bank, cheered, en couraged by his little dog. For a drop of water he would have given oh, what had he to give? For a little shade he would have given about all he had to give had been given to his duty in this engagement Which could never bring him glory, or distinction or any renown. The work of a spahl with a native regiment is not a very glorious affair. He was simply an officer who fell doing his daily work. Pitchoune barked and cried out to him: "Courage!" "I shall die here at the foot of the mimosa," Sabron thought; and his hands hardly had the courage or strength to grasp the first bushes by which he meant to pull himself up on the bank. The little dog was close to him, leaping, springing near him, and Sabron did not know how tired and thirsty and exhausted his brave little companion was, or that perhaps In that heroic little body there was as much of a soldier's soul as In his own human form. The sun was so hot that it seemed to sing in the bushes. Its torrid fever struck on his brown, struck on his chest; why did It not kill him? He was not even delirious, and yet the bushes sang dry and crackling. What was their melody? He knew it JuBt one melody haunted him always, and now he knew the words: they were I prayer for safe'y. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Civilization's Peril. America is closer to the heart of Europe than at any time since Eng land's colonies became Independent states. To the most Isolated farm house it has been known for a half year that we are not remote from the por tentous events beyond the sea; that the fate of our brothers over there, in some way which we do not well discern, Involves us also. We ars, whether we like it or not, full share holders in the civilization which Is Im periled. Our commerce and industry, our prosperity and well-being, our cul ture and religion, the foundations of our common humanity, and the Ideals of our common aspirations, are all at stake. Edward T. Devlne in the Sur vey. Child Research Work. Miss Elizabeth Moore of St Louis, who is a member of the children's bu reau department of the government, has returned to Saginaw, Mich., to continue her Investigations in regard to the women of the lumber camps and health of the children. Miss Julia Lathrop, head of the children's bureau, ordered Miss Moore to Indianapolis shortly after the holidays to assist in making preparations for a child welfare exhibition to be given In that city. Miss Moore was there ten days befora returning to hw regular work. HIS HEAD IN SHARK'S MOUTH Black Diver Claims to Hive Had Re markable Experience With Sea Monster, Writing in Harper's Magazine of his visit to Thursday Island in the Torres strait, Norman Duncan narrates some astonishing tales of the adventures of the natives with the savage tiger sharks of these waters: "It is said that the coastal aborigine la not greatly afraid of a shark that he Is a match for a shark, indeed, in fair water, when not taken unaware. He may lose a leg or an arm, or he may be tarried off bodily; but In any event the damage will be due rather to the cunning approach of tho shark than to the limitations of the diver. Fairly warned, he will dive to the bot tom, roll the water, and thus elude the attack; and if he is pugnaciously disposed at the moment (they say) if the shark impolitely Interrupts him at a critical or deeply Interested mo menthe will give flght. It is true, of course, that the naked divers are accustomed to escape by roiling the water; such instances are common: but I have no stomach for the tale that any man will go out of his way to challenge combat with a twenty foot tiger-shark- oven when angered by an untimely interruption. "I recall two Btorles of narrow es cape. The one concerns a young Jap anese diver who was taking a crayfish to the surface, and all at once found himself in a furious engagement. It was incautious of the diver to have a crayfish; and this indiscreet diver came out of the consequent encounter with a lacerated thigh and one arm missing. The other story is hardly credible, related far from the scene; I cannot vouch for it, at any rate, hav ing had no means of authenticating it; but as I have not hesitated to swal low It whole, and have been pleasant ly moved to shudder and thrill and exclaim aghast, I will tell it for what it Is worth. It seems that a black beche-de-mer boy, swimming, naked and abstracted, close to the reef In search of slugs, awoke all at once to an amazing situation. It was not that the shark was near not that it had turned and was darting; but that his head, was actually In the shark's wide open mouth. The black boy acted sharply; he withdrew his head in a flash, having at the same time punched' the shark (as they put It) to distract attention from the matter in hand; and he rescued himself after a brisk tussle, and lived to prove the adventure with a scarred cheek." Mexico Land of Cathedrals. The distinctive characteristic of Mexico is a land of cathedrals, which like the scattered beads from the ros ary of some Franciscan monk, are strewn from the Bravo del Norte to where the winds from the tropics waft the palms. Previous to disestablish ment of church and state, the treasures and wealth of these old monasteries were fabulous; and though Juarez, the full-blooded Indian who Is looked upon as the emancipator of Mexico, seized church property and confiscated much, yet the buildings still stand as monuments to a colonization that was ardently Catholic, and are won derful types of the Spanish renais sance. With huge domes, half-orange shape (so designated in Mexican archi tecture, "Media Naranja"), these stu pendous buildings are decorated with wonderful specimens of wood carv ing, where solid mahogany beams form the Joist In many cases. Mexico lavished the interior of these edifices with onyx columns, marble altars, sil ver chancel rails and gold taber nacles. The woman worshipers in their man tlllaB and rebozas are in keeping with the old world atmosphere and taper lights. Cassie Moncure Lyne. Bad Habit Emerson Keough, the governmental efficiency expert, said in an address on efficiency In correspondence be fore the Denver Y. M. C, A.: "Why shouldn't business corre spondence read as easily and grace fully as a personal letter? Well, effi cient business correspondence does so. The world Is tired of the old-fashioned business letter with everything re versed, like i " 'Yours of 11th ult. to hand, as per duplicate order inclosed, for shoes, high, laced, vlcl, eight dozen, shirts, assorted, calico, two dozen; socks, black, wool, sizes assorted, four dozen.' "They say that one of these old-fashioned correspondents who reverse everything went Into a restaurant one day and ordered his dinner like his: '"Pudding rice one; tomatoes one; po ditto ditto; steak beef one; soup le turt mock one.' " Not Dead Yet. Dr. Bernhard Dernburg, at the German-American chamber of commerce in New York, said about Turkey: "They called Turkey the sick man of Europe. Now they have taken to calling her the dying man. Well, Tur key may fool them yet. She may fool them like the dying man of Dussel dorf. "A Lutheran pastor called on a dy ing man ' in Dusseldorf. During the conversation that ensued the pastor noticed that the dying man kept put ting his hand under the bed, whence he carried to his mouth something that he ate with appetite. "'What are you eating, my good friend?' the minister finally asked. " 'My funeral biscuit, the dying man answered, with a loud, bitter laugh. 'While my wife's out I'm going to fin ish them up.'" TAIIE T'ME I TO i WANTED TO HELP THE LORt Amazing Capacity of Colored Coaclt man Is Shown When Told He Might Eat All He Could. A church festival had been arrange by the members of a small society. Ii making preparations for the event m one was more valuable than Zeke, thi colored coachman employed by I wealthy lady. He worked with a will and as a reward his mistress told hln he might eat all he could. Zeke grlnnei from ear to ear and sat down at om of the tables. A pretty maid trlppei to his side. He ordered Ice cream am cake. The order was soon dispatched am another demanded. Zeke ate, and ate and ate. It required two other prett; maids to serve him. Cake and ici cream a dozen times, then strawbei rles and cake were called for. Thi assemblage was amazed. He actuall; consumed twelve orders of ice crean and cake, and twelve of Btrawberrie; and cake. His check was three dol lars. He arose from the table, turned ti his mistress, who stood near, ani handed her the check, with the re mark: "Dar'B de bill, Miss Jane; I'si done been eatin' foh de Lor', an' 1 cos' free dollahs." Table Humor. She was eating her firBt Countr; club Ice cream and pointing to thi pistachio part in the center she salt to the young man she was dlnini with, "What is that?" "Oh, that's an oasia," he replied. "A what?" "An oasis a little green spot in thi desert, you known." A Frank Statement "Is this Rubens a good copy?" askei the prospective purchaser. "My dear sir!" exclaimed the enthu siastlo dealer, "the only way I mysel can tell the copy from an original 1 by the price at which it is liBted. know I couldn't afford to sell an origl nal for such a small amount o money." Misinformed. "I pride myself, sir," said the mai who was getting the worst of an ai gument about the war, "on being abl to see two Inches farther than m; nose." "I'll grant you that it's a long men: iber," Bald the adversary, "but it doesn' Ireach to Poland." RAGTIME OR DUDES? The Professor There are somi things that will never die. The Politician That's right M; daughter sits down at the piano ant tries to kill a few of them every nigh but It's no go. His Private Opinion. "What Is your idea of the futun life?" asked the unsophlsticatet youth. "It is either a thing of bliss or i thing of bllBter," replied the Shelby ville sage. A Misapprehension. "Pop, did the tournaments you reac about always take place in the day time?" "Of course, my son." "Then why did they call then knight affairs?" In Animal Land, Monkey Barber Hurry, I am goln; to close shop. His Assistant What's the matter? Monkey Barber I Just saw old Poj Porcupine coming up the street for I haircut His Experience. Oldbach What Is your opinion o woman as a breadwinner? Newed Haven't any; but my ex perlence with woman as a breadmakei wouldn't look well In print SINGING WAS WOMAN'S FORTE Announcement That Miss Smith Would 8lng "For All Eternity" Was Too Much for Drummer. Her delusion was a belief In her ability to sing and she was giving a muslcale. A violinist and a pianist were assisting the singer, who had ar ranged to Blng 20 numbers, and In this way left very little room for the other performers. A commercial traveler who had drift ed into town, found Interest centering upon the concert, and, having nothing else to do, bought a ticket and ob tained a seat well to the front of the hall, Promptly at eight the aspirant for vocal laurels began to sing, and she repeated the operation at short inter vals for the best part of three hours, while admiring friends applauded. By eleven she had succeeded In Blnging a little over half of hor numbers, m merous encores having delayed hel somewhat. The names of the songs were not printed on the program, so a tall youtb with a nasal voice announced each se lection. Finally, about half past elev en, the young man arose and Bald: "Miss Smith will now glng 'For All Eternity.' " "My Gawd!" exclaimed the drum mer, springing to his feet and upset ting his chair. "I'm all in lot m out." NOT OF THE NEW SCHOOL. "Dobbins Is an unnatural father." "How so?" "His baby threw his gold watch from the third-story window to the pavement and he didn't see anythlnj cute in it." Skeptical. "I overheard a young fellow talking to his best girl on a trolley car yester day." "What did he say?" . "He told her he would never tire ol hearing her voice, and when she asked, 'Not even in admonition?' he answered 'No.'" "Well, what did you think about that?" "I recalled David's saying that all men are liars." No Science. "Isn't it dreadful to see the waj those boys are fighting?" exclaimed the agitated old lady. " 'Tls so, madam," answered the man with sporting instincts, who wat an Interested observer of the combat "Neither one of them seems to know the value of an uppercut," Truth Will Prevail. They met at the soiree. "Permit me," he remarked, "to In troduce my friend, Professor Spoof author of 'Genius a Species of Insan ity.' " "Oh, I'm so glad," responded the fair young thing. "I am delighted tc meet a genius." His Thought. Bacon I see the best excelsior is made from basswood, or linden. Aspen and Cottonwood, however, supply nearly half of the total amount man factured. Egbert Is that so? I always thought excelsior was made from breakfast food. Awful Medicine. Church A Danish nerve specialist places his convalescent patients on top of a piano that they may be bene fited by the vibrations as it is played. Gotham That certainly ought to make 'em forget their nerve troubles, Too Thin. "I see wood 1b cut thin enough to be used as a substitute for wall paper," said the father behind his paper. "Well," said the youn Bon. foelinor- iy, "mother seems to have some such Idea when Bhe's cutting the pie." Grateful Acknowledgment. "This show is intended to benefit the tired business man," explained the manager. "It does the trick," replied Mr. Dustln Stax. "It's the first two hours' sleep I've had In a lung time." Useless Equipment. "Were your accomplishments as a linguist of value to you while you were in Europe?" "Not much. I had studied fivo lan guages, but I was so scared I couldn't jpeak any." Overheard In Street Car. First Younir Thlna Don't von iust iote on Shakespeare. Second Ditto I adore hi.. Our club gave his "School Scandal'' last month and it was perfectly lovely.