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11
Tj Comte de Sabron, captain of French
eavalry, takes to his quarters to raise by
hand a motherless Irish terrier pup, and
mimes It Pltohnune. He dines with the
Marquise d'Escllgnae and meets Miss Ju
lia Redmond, American heiress. He Is or
dered to Alpflers but is not allowed to
take servants or doss. Miss Redmond
takes care of Pitchoune, who, longing for
his master, rung away from her. The
marquise plans to marry Julia to the Duo
Je Tremont. Pitchoune follows Sabron to
Algiers, do? and master meet, and Sabron
(rets permission to keep his dog with him.
The Duo de Tremont finds the American
heiress cuurldous. Sabron. wounded In
an engagement, falls into the dry bed of
a river and is watched over by Pltohnune.
After a horrible night and day Pitchoune
leaves him. Tremont takes Julia and the
marquise to Alui- rs in his yacht but has
doubts about Julia's Red Cross mission.
After long search Julia gets trace of Sa
bron's whereabouts.
CHAPTER XVIII Continued.
From where he stood, Tremont
could see the Comtesse de la Maine
In her little shadow, the oriental
decorations a background to her
slight Parisian figure, and a little out
of the shadow, the bright algret In
her hair danced, shaking Its sparkles
of fire. She looked Infinitely sad and
infinitely appealing. One bare arm
was along the back of her lounge. She
leaned her head upon her hand.
After a few moments the Due de
Tretiont quietly left the piano and
Miss Redmond, and went and sat
down beside the Comtesse de la
Maine, who, in order to make a plaoe
for him, moved out of the shadow.
Julia, one after another, played
Bongs she loved, keeping her fingers
resolutely from the notes that wanted
to run into a single song, the muBic,
the song that linked her to the man
whose life had become a mystery.
She glanced at the Due de Tremont
and the Comtesse de la Maine. She
glanced at her aunt, patting Mimi,
who, freshly washed, adorned by pale
blue ribbon, looked disdainful and
princely, and with passion and feeling
she began to sing the song that
seemed to reach beyond the tawdry
room of the villa in Algiers, and to go
into the desert, trying in sweet in
tensity to speak and to comfort, and
as she sat so singing to one man,
Sabron would have adored adding
that picture to hia collection.
The servant came up to the mar
quiBe and gave her a message. The
lady rose, beckoned Tremont to fol
low her, and went out on the veranda,
followed by Mimi. Julia stopped play
ing and went over to the Comtesse de
la Maine.
"Where have my aunt and Monsieur
de Tremont gone, Madame?"
"To see someone who ha? come to
suggest a camel excursion, I believe."
"He chooses a curious hour."
"Everything is curious in the East,
Mademoiselle," returned the com
tesse. "I feel as though my own life
were turned upside down."
"We are not far enough in the East
for that," smiled Julia Redmond. She
regarded the comtesse with her frank
girlish scrutiny. There was in it a
fine truthfulness and utter disregard
of all the barriers that long epochs of
etiquette put between souls.
Julia Redmond knew nothing of
French society and of the deference
due to the arts of the old world. She
knew, perhaps, very little of anything
She was young and unschooled. She
knew, as some women know, how to
feel, and how to be, and how to love.
She was as honest as her ancestors,
among whose traditions is the 'story
that one of them could never tell a
He.
Julia Redmond sat beside the Com
tesse de la Maine, whose elegance she
admired enormously, and taking one
of the lady's hands, with a frank lik
ing she asked in her rich young voice:
"Why do you tolerate me, Madame?"
"Ma chere enfant," exclaimed the
comtesse. "Why, you are adorable."
"It is terribly good of you to say
80," murmured Julia Redmond. "It
shows how generous you are."
"But you attribute qualities to me
I do not deserve, Mademoiselle."
"You deserve them and much more,
Madame. I loved you the first day I
saw you; no one could help loving
you."
Julia Redmond was irresistible. The
Comtesse de la Maine had remarked
her caprices, her moods, her sadness.
She had Been that the good spirits
were false and, as keen women do,
she had attributed it to a love affair
with the Due de Tremont. The girl's
fraakness was contagious. The Com
tesse de la Maine murmured:
"1 think the same of you, ma chere,
vous etes charmante."
Julia Redmond shook her head. She
did not want compliments. The eyes
of the two women met and read each
other.
"Couldnt you be frank with me,
Madame? It is so easy to be frank."
It was, Indeed, Impossible for Julia
Redmond to be anything else. The
comtesse, who was only a trifle older
than the young girl, felt like her
mother Just then. She laughed.
"But be frank about what?"
"You see," said Julia Redmond
iwitly, "I care absolutely nothing for
the Duo de Tremont, nothing."
"You don't love him?" returned Ma
dame de la Maine, with deep accentu
ation. "Is it possible?"
The girl smiled.
"Yes, quite possible. I think he is
a perfect dear. He is a splendid
friend and I am devoted to him, but
I don't love him at all, not at all."
"Ah!" breathed Madame de la
Maine, and she looked at the Ameri
can girl guardedly.
For a moment It was like a passage
of arms between a frank young In
dian chief and a Jesuit. Julia, as it
were, shook her feathers and her
beads.
"And I don't care in the least about
being a duchess! My father made
his money in oil. I am not an aristo
crat like my aunt," she said.
"Then," said the Comtesse de la
Maine, forgetting that she was a
Jesuit, "you will marry Robert de
Tremont simply to please your aunt?"
"But nothing on earth would in
duce me to marry him!" cried Julia
Redmond. "That's what I'm telling
you, Madame. I don't love him!"
The Comtesse de la Maine looked
at her companion and bit her Hp.
She blushed more warmly than is per
mitted in the Faubourg St.-Germaln,
but Bhe was young and the western
influence is pernicious.
"I saw at once that you loved him,"
said Julia Redmond frankly. "That's
why I speak as I do."
The Comtesse de la Maine drew
back and exclaimed.
"Oh," said Julia Redmond, "don't
deny it. I shan't like you half so well
if you do. There is no shame in be
ing in love, is there? especially when
the man you love, loves you."
The Comtesse de la Maine broke
down, or, rather, Bhe rose high. She
rose above all the smallness of con
vention and the rules of her French
formal education.
"You are wonderful," she said,
laughing softly, her eyes full of tears.
"Will you tell me what makes you
think that he is fond of me?"
"But you know It bo well," said
Julia. "Hasn't he cared for you for
a long time?"
Madame de la Maine wondered just
how much Julia Redmond had heard,
and as there was no way of finding
out, she said graciously:
"He has seemed to love me very
dearly for many years; but I am
poor; I have a child. He Is am
bitious and he is the Due de Tremont."
"Nonsense," said Julia. "He loves
you. That's all that counts. You
will be awfully happy. You will
marry the Due de Tremont, won't
you? There's a dear."
"Happy," murmured the other worn
an, happy, my dear friend, I never
dreamed of such a thing!"
"Dream of it now," said Julia Red
mond swiftly, "for It will come true."
"Oh!" said the Marquise d'Escllgnae
"I don't know what to do. Bob! What
part can we take in this?"
Tremont pulled his mustache. Mimi
had circled round the beggar, snuffing
at his slippers and robe. The man
made no objection to the little crea
ture, to the fluffy ball surrounded by a
huge bow, and Mimi Bat peacefully
down in the moonlight, at the beggar's
feet.
'Mimi seems to like him," Bald the
Marquise d'Escllgnae helplessly, "she
Is very particular."
"She finds that he has a BeriouB and
convincing manner," said Tremont.
Now the man, who had been a silent
listener to the conversation, said in
fairly comprehensible English to the
Marquise d'Escllgnae:
"If the beautiful grandmother could
have seen the Capitalne de Sabron on
the night before the battle"
"Grandmother, Indeed!" exclaimed
the marquise indignantly. "Come,
Mimi! Robert, finish with this creature
and get what satisfaction you can from
him. I believe him to be an impostor;
at any rate, he does not expect me to
mount a camel or to lead a caravan to
the rescue."
Tremont put Mimi in her arms; she
folded her lorgnon, and Bailed majestic-
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nace with silk sails, and Tremont, In
the moonlight, continued to talk with
the sincere and convincing Hammet
Abou.
CHAPTER XIX.
The Man In Rags.
The Marquise d'Escllgnae, under the
stars, interviewed the native soldier,
the beggar, the man in rags, at the
foot of the veranda. There was a moon
as well as stars, and the man was dis
tinctly visible in all his squalor.
"What on earth is he talking about,
Robert?"
"About Sabron, marraine," said her
godson laconically.
The Marquise d'Escllgnae raised her
lorgnon and said:
"Speak, man! What do you know
about Monsieur de Sabron? See, he is
covered with dirthas leprosy, proba
bly." But she did not withdraw. She
was a great lady and Btood her ground.
She did not know what the word
"squeamish" meant.
Listening to the man's jargon and
putting many things together, Tremont
at last turned to the Marquise d'Es
cllgnae who was sternly fixing the beg
gar with her haughty condescension:
"Marraine, he says that Sabron Is
alive, In the hands of natives in a cer
tain district where there is no travel,
in the heart of the seditious tribes. He
says that he has friends In a caravan
of merchants who once a year pass
the spot where this native village is."
"The man's a lunatic," Bald the Mar
quise d'Esclignac calmly. "Get Abime
lec and put him out of the garden,
Robert. You must not let Julia hear
of this."
"Marraine," said Tremont quietly,
"Mademoiselle Redmond has already
seen this man. He has come to see
her tonight."
"How perfectly horrible!" said the
Marquise d'Esclignac. Then she asked
rather weakly of Tremont: "Don't you
tiink so?"
"Well, I think," said Tremont, "that
the only interesting thing Is the truth
there may be in what this man says.
If Sabron is a captive, and he knows
anything about it, we must use bis In
formation for all it is worth."
"Of course," said the Marquise dEs-
clignac, "of course. The war depart
ment must be Informed at ence. Why
hasn't he gone there?"
"He has explained," said Tremont,
"that the only way Sabron can be
saved is that he shall be found by out
siders. One hint to his captors would
end bis life."
CHAPTER XX.
Julia Decides.
Now the young girl had his letters
and her own to read. They were
sweet and sad companions and she
laid them side by side. She did not
weep, because she was not of the
weeping type; she had hope.
Her spirits remained singularly
even. Madame de la Maine had given
her a great deal to live on.
"Julia, what have you done to Rob
ert?"
"Nothing, ma tante."
"He has quite changed. This excur
sion to Africa has entirely altered him.
He Is naturally so gay," said the Mar
quise d'Esclignac. "Have you refused
him, Julia?"
"Ma tante, he has not asked me to
be the Duchess de Tremont."
Her aunt's voice was earnest.
"Julia, do you wish to spoil your lite
and your chances of happiness? Do
you wish to mourn for a dead soldier
who has never been more than an ac
quaintance? I won't even say a friend."
What she said sounded logical.
"Ma tante, I do not think of Mon
sieur de Sabron as dead, you know."
"Well, In the event that he may be,
my dear Julia."
"Sometimes," said the girl, drawing
near to her aunt and taking the older
lady's hand quietly and looking in her
eyes, "sometimes, ma tante, you are
cruel."
The marquise kissed her and sighed:
"Robert's mother will be so unhappy!"
'But she has never seen me, ma
tante."
"She trusts my taste, Julia."
"There should be more than 'taste'
In a matter of husband and wife, ma
tante."
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
STREET 3CENE IN CuCNCA
USING THE FRENCH LANGUAGE
Belgian Refuree Pained at Cheers
Given by Students at His Descrip
tion of Ruined Louvaln,
Professor Poussin, the Belgian refu
gee professor at Harvard, was pained
at a dinner in his honor by the ap
plause and cheers which greeted his
description of ruined Louvaln and
wrecked Liege. But when it was ex
plained to Professor Poussin that the
Harvard professors and students had
a very slight knowledge of French
he had spoken in French his perplex
ity vanished, and he smiled.
"I see," he Eald, "I see. It is like
the case of Mr. Smith. Mr. Smith,
an American, said to his wife at a
Paris restaurant:
Strange! I spoke to the pro-
ANY a man wears a beautiful I
Panama hat woven in Cu
enca, but he knows little of
Where his head's covering
was made, or that this Ecua
dorian city sends to the world a large
supply of Its famous sombreros.
Such, however, is the fact; and now
that the through route is open via Pan
ama it Is likely that Cuenca's bats and
those of other Ecuadorian cities will
come to us more directly, quicker and
In larger quantities than ever before,
says a writer in the Pan American
Bulletin.
Where Is Cuenca? High up In the
Andes, nowhere more majestic than
In Ecuador, lies this ancient city, with
a present population of 30,1)01).
Through the republic from north to
south two chains of the Andes Btretch;
between these mountains are high ta
blelands, the most thickly populated
sections of Ecuador. About 100 miles
apart are the three leading inland
cities of the country Quito in the
north, Rlobamba in the center, and
Cuenca In the south. From ancient
times the trade routes have existed
between these centers of commerce
and with the coast ports, of which
Guayaquil is the most important. The
opening of the railway a few years
ago from the latter city to Quito
brought the capital, and Rlobamba as
well, Into rail communication with
the coast; bttt Cuenca remains 93
miles from this modern artery of
commerce.
Today the Hulgra-Cuenca railroad
Is building toward Cuenca, and if
plans are carried out the present force
of laborers will gradually be increased
to 1,000 men. The topographical studies
have been completed from Hutgra, a
station on the Guayaquil - and Quito
railroad, southward 15 miles, and the
preliminary location established about
ten miles. Approximately $20,000 per
month is being expended for the en
gineering force which numbers 50
men.
Delightful Mountain Climate.
Let us press onward and view the
old city of Cuenca before the advent
of the railroad, before the moderniz
ing effects despoil it of certain charms
that appeal to many people. The city
that Is easily reached by rail is not
always the most interesting or the
most hospitable to the Btranger.
Suspicious.
George W. Perkins said at a dinner
"There are Bome people who Insist
on seeing an octopus In every trust.
These people cross-question you as
suspiciously as the young wife cross
questioned her husband after the ban
quet.
"A young husband attended his first
banquet, and a few days afterward his
wife said to him:
" 'Howard, is It true that you were
the only sober man at that banquet?"
"'No, of course not!' Howard lndlg
Dantly answered.
" 'Wr- was, then?' said his wife.
Stoned Jail; It Jailed.
In an effort to extricate her son
Chester from jail by force, Mrs. Alice
Rollins of Tappan, Rockland county,
New York, was locked up herself and
sentenced to 30 days' Imprisonment
In that village.
When the Jailer refused to liberate
her son, Mrs. Rollins gathered rocks
and other ammunition and opened fire
She gave a correct Imitation of the
bombardment of Dixmude and re
duced the glass In the Jail windows to
fragments before she was arrested.
The son was committed to the bouse
of refuge for burglary.
The visitor will be delighted with Prietor in French, and he didn't un-
the climate of Cuenca. The city lies derstand me.
In a valley 7.800 feet above Bea level, ' 'Well,' said Mrs. Smith,
and about 70 miles air line southeast der. He's a Frenchman.' '
of Guayaquil. Cuenca was founded in
1757 on the site of Tumlbamba, a set- Genuine Art.
tlement that the ancient natives start- That man says he wants his pic-
ed many years previous to that date, ture to look perfectly natural," said
Various mountain peaks dominate the the photographer's assistant.
landscape, one of which, Tarqul, was Make it as handsome as possible,
chosen by the French astronomers in replied the proprietor.
1742 as marking their meridian.
The visitor In Cuenca today Is rath
er surprised. at the very substantial ap
pearance of its many buildings and
the business activity of its streets.
The curious dress of the humbler na
tives, to be seen to the best advantage
at the central market place, is espe
cially interesting. The native wares
and merchandise spread upon the
ground offer the curio hunter and the
craft student a varied field of inter
est.
Many Fine Residences.
Along with the older lite is seen
the modernlzlrig Influence that Is slow
ly but surely entering into conditions
and affairs. This is especially notice
able in some of the flue residences of
"But he Insists that he doesn't want
the picture to flatter him."
"He won't think it flatters him.
He'll think that at last somebody has
managed to catch the way he really
looks."
Nearly Caught Him.
Mrs. Bacon Where were you last
night, John?
Mr. Bacon (in alarm) Why, dear?
"I heard you talking in your Bleep."
"You did? What did I say, dear?"
"You said fomobody had 'cleaned
you up good,' that'B what you Bald."
"Oh, yeB; I was down to a Turkish
bath, dear."
No Good to Anybody.
It's an III wind that blows nobody
the people of means; many of these good," said the ready-made philoso-
are large, with a profusion of flowers pher.
adorning their patios, which are most
attractive
Cuenca's streets have not yet mod
ernized into well-paved boulevards;
the cobblestone Ib still used, but the
vehicles are made with strong wheels
especially adapted to Bervtr-e over the
stonos. The cobblestone Is still to be
seen In ninny Latin American cities,
but Is destined to pass away,
Among the public Institutions of
Cuenca which are rendering Important
services to the community are the
college and the hospital of San Vicente
de Paul. In this city and vicinity
there are numerous sugar refineries,
for the valley of Yunquilla Is fertile,
and sugar cane Is grown in many sec
tions. Gold, silver, copper and mer
cury are found in the surrounding
mountains, but modern mining opera
tions have not yet been largely un
dertaken. The tourist, rare In Cuenca,
on account of the difficulty of reaching
the city by modern means, will wish
to visit some of the notable ancient
ruins which are situated within a Bhort
ride from the city
"I don't exactly catch the drift of
your remarks," replied the man from
Kansas. "But It sounds In a gonoral
way as If you might have reference
to a regular cyclone."
Not to Be Thought Of.
"What sort of fellow is Dubson?"
"I don't like to criticize a neighbor,
but I'd hate to owe him any money."
'You mean ho would ask you for
It?"
'Not only that, but he'd ask me for
It In sucli a way I would probably get
mad and pay him."
Why He Was Shy.
"Thought you were to have that sec
ond Installment ready yesterday on
your car?" said the collector for the
automobile concern.
"I did have It," was the reply, "but
I was arrested for speeding, and the
judge seemed to need the money more
than you did."
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Ka.rket Place in Cuenca Ss,ff
MANY HOLY LAND PILGRIMS
Easy and Cheap Travel Methods
Yearly Increase Number of Pales
tine's Devout Sojourners.
With the increased ease and cheap
ness of transportation the number of
pilgrims to the Holy Land increases
yearly. The Roman Catholics come
chiefly from France, but they are few
compared with the multitude of Rus
sians, nearly all simple peasants,
ready to kiss the stones of every
spot which they are told that the
presence of the Virgin or a Balnt has
hallowed. To accommodate those pil
grim swarms, for besides the Catho
lics and the Orthodox, the other an
cient churches of the East, such as
the Armenians, the Copts, and the
Abysslnians, are also represented,
countless monasteries and hospices
have been erected at and around Jeru
salem, Bethlehem, Nazareth, ud other
sacred spots, and thus the aspect of
these placeB has been so modernized
that It is all the more difficult to
realize .'"hat they were like in ancient
days. Jews have come In large num
bers, and have settled in farm colo
nies. They have built up almost a
new quarter on the north side of old
Jerusalem. But even they are not so
much in evidence as the Christian pil
grims.
Mr. Portleigh What are you going
through all those crazy movements
for?
Mrs. Portleigh I'm merely taking
steps to reduce my weight.
Indignant Denial.
"Are you going to rusticate this
summer, Mrs. Comeup?"
"Of course, we're not going to rust
any way. We aro going to take a
handsome country place to shine."
Presto Change!
"You know Giblets, the parlor ea-
tertalner? Well, he met a beautiful
girl Just before Easter, made violent
love to her, and at last she gave him
her hund."
"Quite a romance, eh?"
You interrupted me. Every one
expected they would be married in
June, but Giblets broke off the en
gagement."
"I see, another of his Blight of hand
tricks
Doesn't Want to Find Out.
"The automobile Is a constant
source of expense, isn't it?"
"I don't know. I never discuss those
things with the friends who place
their .cars at my service."
Where He Can Get Away With It.
"He has an artistic temperament."
"What do you mean by that?"
"He never abuses any but members
of his own family."