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lng, withal serious beyond his Usual habit His eyes wandered over to the IN A NEIGHBORLY WAY corner where the two women stood together. QUE nmt van vod: SYNOPSIS. 12 La Comte de Sabron, captain of French eavalry, takes to hla quartera to ralae by hand a motherless Irish terrier pup, and names It Pltchoune. He dines with the Marquise d'Escllinac and meets Miss Ju lia Redmond, American heiress. He Is or dered to Algiers but Is not allowed to take servants or doss. Miss Redmond takaa care of Pltchoune, who, long-Ins for his master, runs away from her. The marquise plans to marry Julia to the Due de Tremont. Pltchoune follows Sabron to Algiers, dog and master meet, and Sabron gets permission to keep his dog with him. Tha Due de Tramont finds the American heiress capricious. Sabron, wounded in an engagement, falls Into the dry bed of a river and is watched ever by Pltchoune. After a horrible night and day Pltchoune leaves him. Tremont takes Julia and the marquise to Algiers in his yacht but has doubts about Julia's Red Cross mission. After long search Julia gets trace of Sa bron's whereabouts. Julia for the mo ment turns matchmaker In behalf of Tre mont. CHAPTER XX Continued. After a moment, In which the Mar quise d'Esclignac gazed at the bougaln- Tillea and wondered how anyone could admire its crude and vulgar oolor, Miss Redmond asked: "Did you ever think that the Duo de Tremont was in love?" Turning shortly about to her niece, her aunt stared at her. "In love, my dear!" "With Madame de la Maine." The arrival of Madame de la Maine had been a bitter blow to the Mar qulse d'Esclignac. The young woman was, however, much loved in Paris and quite In the eye of the world. There was no possible reason why the Mar quise d'Esclignac should avoid her. "You have been hearing gossip, Julia." "I have been watching a lovely woman," said the girl simply, "and a man. . That's all. You wouldn't want me to marry a man who loves another woman, ma tante, when the woman loves him and when I lore another man V She laughed and kissed her aunt's cheek. "Let us think of the soldier," she murmured, "let us think Just of him, ma tante, will you not?" The Marquise d'Esclignao struck her colors. In the hallway of the villa, In a snowy glbbeh (and his clean-washed appearance was much in his favor), Hammet Abou waited to talk with the "grandmother" and the excellency. He pressed both his hands to his forehead and his breast as the ladles entered the vestibule. There was a stagnant odor of myrrh and sandal wood in the air. The marble vesti bule was cool and dark, the walls hung with high-colored stuffs, the windows drawn to keep out the heat. The Due de Tremont and Madame de la Maine came out of the salon together. Tremont nodded to the Arab. "I hope you are a little le " and he touched his forehead smiling, "to day, my friend." "I am as God made me. Monsieur." "What have you got today?" asked Julia Redmond anxiously, fixing her eager eyes upon Hammet. It seemed terrible to her that this man should stand there with ft vital secret and that they should not all ba at his feet He glanced boldly around at them. "There are no soldiers here?" "No, no, you may speak freely." The man went forward to Tremont and put a paper in his hands, unfold ing It like a chart. "This Is what monsieur asked me for a plan of the battlefield. This is the battlefield, and thli Is the desert." Tremont took the chart. On the page was simply a round circle, drawn In red ink, with a few Arabian charac ters and nothing else. Hammet Abou traced the circle with his fingers tipped with henna. "That was the battle, Monsieur." "But this is no chart, Hammet Abou." 'The other continued, unmoved: "And all the rest Is a desert, like this." Tremont, over the man's snowy turban, glanced at the others and shrugged. Every one but Julia Red mond thought he was Insane. She came up to him where he stood close to Tremont She said very slowly in French, compelling the man' dark eyes to meet hers: "You don't wish to tell us, Hammet Abou, anything more. Am I not right? You don't wish us to know the truth." Now it was the American pitted against the Oriental. The Arab, with deference, touched hla forehead be fore her. "If I made a true plan," he said coolly, "your excellency could give It tomorrow to the government" "Just what should be done, Julia," said the Marquise d'Esclignac, in Eng lish. 'This man should be arrested at once." "M tante," pleaded Julia Redmond. She felt as though a slender thread was between her fingers, thread which led her to the door of ft laby rinth and which a rude touch might tause her to lose forever. "It you bad money would you start out to find Monsieur de Sabron at once?" It would cost a great deal, Excel lency." "You shall have all the money you need. Do you think you would be able to find your way?" "Yes, Excellency." The Duo de Tremont watched the American girl. She was bartering with an Arabian for the salvation of a poor officer. What an enthusiast He bad no idea she had ever seen Sabron more than once or twice in her life. He came forward. "Let me talk to this man," he said with authority, and Julia Redmond did not dispute him. In a tone different from the light and mocking one that he had hitherto used to the Arab, Tremont began to ask a dozen questions severely, and in his answers to the young French man, Hammet Abou began to make a favorable impression on every one save the Marquise d'Esclignac, who did not understand him. There was a huge bamboo chair on a dais un der a Chinese pagoda, and the Mar quise d'Esclignac took the chair and sat upright as on a throne. Mlmi, who had just been fed, came in tinkling her little bells and fawned at the sandals on Hammet Abou's bare feet. After talking with the native, Tre mont said to his friends: "This man says that it he Joins Jewish caravan, which leaves here to morrow at sundown, he will be taken with these men and leave the city without suspicion, but he must share the expenses of the whole caravan The expedition will not be without danger; it must be entered Into with great subtlety. He is either," said Tremont "an Impostor or a remark able man." "He Is an Impostor, of course. murmured the Marquise d'Esclignac, "Come here, Mlmi." Tremont went on: "Further he will not disclose to us, He has evidently some carefully laid plan for rescuing Sabron." There was a pause. Hammet Abou, his hands folded peacefully across his breast, waited. Julia Redmond wait ed. The ComteBse de la Maine, in her pretty voice, asked quickly: "But, mes amis, there is a man life at stake! Why do we stand here talking In the antechamber? Evident Tremont Began to Ask a Dozen Ques tions. ly the war office has done all It can for the Capltatne de Sabron. But they have not found him. Whether this fellow Is crazy or not, he has a won derful hypothesis." A brilliant look of gratitude crossed Julia Redmond's face. She glanced at the Comtesse de la Maine. "Ah, she's got the heart!" she said to herself. "I knew It." She crossed the hall to the Comtesse de la Maine and slipped her arm in hers. "Has Monsieur de Sabron no near family?" "No," said the Marquise d'Esclig nac from her throne. "He Is one of those unfamilted beings who, when they are once taken into other hearts are all the dearer because of their orphaned state." tier tone waa sot unkind. It was affectionate. "Now, my good man," she said to Hammet Abou, In a language totally Incomprehensible to him, "money I no object in this question, but what will you do with Monsieur do Sabron If you find him? He may be an In valid, and tha ransom will be fabu lous." The Comtesse de la Mains felt the girl's arm In hers tremble. Hammet Abou answered none of these ques tions, for he did not understand them, He said quietly to Tremont: "The caravan starts tomorrow at sundown and there Is much to do." Tremont itooa pulling mi mus tache, H looked boyish and charm I intend to go with you, Hammet Abou," said he slowly, "if It can be arranged. Otherwise this expedition does not Interest me." Two women said: "Oh, heavens!" at once. Robert de Tremont heard the note of anxiety In the younger voice alone. He glanced at the Comtesse de la Maine. You are quite right, Madame," he said, "a man's life is at stake and wa stand chaffing here.- I know some thing of what the desert is and what the natives are. Sabron would be the first to go If It were a question of a brother officer." The Marquise d'Esclignac got down from her throne, trembling. Her eyes were fixed upon her niece. "Julia," she began, and stopped. Madame de la Maine said nothing. "Robert, you are my godson, and I forbid It. Your mother " ' Is one of the bravest women I ever knew, said her godson. My father was a soldier." Julia withdrew her arm from the Comtesse de la Maine as though to leave her free. "Then you two girls," said the Mar quise d'Esclignac, thoroughly Ameri can for a moment, "must forbid him to go." She fixed her eyes sternly upon her niece, with a glance of en treaty and reproach. Miss Redmond said in a firm voice: "In Monsieur de Tremont's case should do exactly what he proposes.' But he Is risking his life," said the Marquise d'Esclignac. "He is not even an intimate friend of Monsieur de Sa bron!" Tremont said, smiling: You tell us that he has no broth er, marralne. Eh bien, I will pass as his brother." A thrill touched Julia Redmond's heart. She almost loved him. If, as her aunt ,had said, Sabron had been out of the question . . . "Madame de la Maine," said the Marquise d'Esclignac, her hands shak ing, "I appeal to you to divert this headstrong young man from his pur pose." The Comtesse de la Maine was the palest of the three women. She had been quietly looking at Tremont and now a smile crossed her Hps that had tears back of it one of those beau- urui smiles tnat mean so much on a woman s face. She was the only one of the three who had not yet spoken. Tremont was waiting for her. Hammet Abou, with whom he had been in earnest conversation, was an swering his further questions. Tha Marquise d'Esclignac shrugged, threw up her hands as though she gave up all questions of romance, rescue and disappointed love and foolish girls, and walked out thoroughly wretched, Mlmi tinkling at her heels. The Com tesse de la Maine Bald to Julia: Ma chere, what were the words the English song you sang last night the song you told me was a sort of prayer. Tell me the words slowly, will you?" They walked out of the vestibule together, leaving Hammet Abou and Tremont alone. CHAPTER XXI. Master and Friend. Pltchoune, who might have been considered as one of the Infinitesimal atoms In the economy of the universe, ran over the sands away from hla master. He was an infinitesimal dot on the desert's face. He was only small Irish terrier in the heart of the Sahara. His little wiry body and his color seemed to blend with the dust. His eyes were dimmed by hunger and thirst and exhaustion, but there was the blood of a fighter In him and he was a thoroughbred. Nevertheless, he was running away. It looked very much like It. There was no one comment on his treachery; had there been, Pltchoune would not have run far. It was not an ordinary sight to see on the Sahara a small Irish terrier going as fast as he could. (TO BBl CONTINUED.) Rome's Colossal Fish Psnd. The duke of Sermoneta who Is acting as president of the committee formed In Rome to promote the Independence of Poland, ranks among the greatest landowners In Italy, FogMano, his es tate near the Pontine marshes, extend lng to 80,000 acres, mainly under grass, for the duke owns vast herds of cattle. The most productive portion of the eutate, however, is a lake sev eral miles long and about a mile In breadth, which, from the time of the Roman empire downward, has sup piled fish for the market In Rome. Whenever there Is a flood by rain on the hills the lake overflows through a narrow channel into the tea. Tho sea fish find their way through Into the lake, and remain to fatten In tho fresh water, and then are captured nn their return by an Ingenious labyrinth constructed of reeds Into which they swim. They are of the best kind chiefly gray mullet And That Spoiled It Douglas Fairbanks went to a social affair the other night and aa admir ing woman cornered him. "Oh, Mr. Fairbanks," she said, "your acting Is wonderful." "Thank you." he replied. "It's marvelous how you bring out the different emotions." "I'm glad you appreciate my work." "Yes, Indeed, you are a great actor." "You ar Indeed complimentary." "And do you know," the woman rat tled on, "I have a little At year-old ton at borne who acts exactly Ilk yoi do." 1 rfJLO 4 4rVAn h i v5rV , 5ANTA HATEVER may be the fate of Constantinople a's a re sult of the war, there is no one who does not fervently hope that the mosque of Santa Sophia, the ecclesiastical gem of the Turkish capital, will be spared. It is to the Greek church what the site of the Temple at Jerusalem la to. the Jew and, except for its possession by a strange religion, what St. Peter's Is to the Catholic. The repossession of Santa Sophia represents the goal of Russia's ambitions during several cen turies. Concerning this great church edifice a writer for the National Geo graphic society says: Christianity has been productive of many wonderful places of worship, of temples richer In treasure and more beautiful In workmanship than thoae which have grown out of any other religion. Byzantine and Gothic archi tecture received their highest expres sion in sacred building, so much so In the case of Gothic that the lay mind confuses that architectural type with pictures of the wonderful cathedrals of France and Germany. Christian temples are among the most wonder ful architectural accomplishments of all times, and by far and away their most resplendent example is Santa Sophia, the oldest, the most magnifi cent, the most costly and the most in teresting of all Christian churches. Santa Sophia has become an in spiration to all of Greek Orthodox be lief who are fighting In the present battles of Europe. As St. Peter's is the mother-church for all the Catholic world, so Santa Sophia Is the mother- church of all of Greek faith. One is the metropolitan of the East, the oth er of the West, and both are the grandest examples of architectural splendor within their faiths. Both are churches that cost almost fabulous sums In the building, and Santa So phia cost almost twice as much as St. Peter's, or more than any temple since history began for the Christian world. Built at Enormous Cost. It Is estimated that Santa Sophia, Including the values of ground, mate rial, labor, ornaments and church uten sils, cost about 164,000,000, while the common estimate of the cost of St. Peter's, the chief present splendor of the Eternal City, is placed at $48,000,- 000. No other temple has ever ap proached Santa Sophia in the variety and preciousness of its marbles and in its prodigal employment of silver, gold and precious stones. The first church constructed upon the site of Santa Sophia was built ut the direction of the first Christian em peror, Constautlne, in 328. Work on the great pile of the present vener able cathedral was begun by Justinian 4& few-??- vr u i dhMlA.----W Y S a if j n v i. V"J ,fcJ ' "A ' iM-' - 1 Mil' JiiirWa, i 1 i I frtitrmmmmn .iriiiimtiitli.iiiTnm INTERIOR Of ' fr n n m- 71 II 1 '' AR j SOPHIA In 533. Ten thousand workmen were. employed until its completion, and the wealth of the whole empire wan put to the severest test to furniBh thu steady golden stream which flowed and flowed for the carrying out of tha ideas. Schools were stopped, it is Bald, that the salaries of the teachers might be diverted to Santa Sophia's benefit, and the lead pipes of Constan tinople were melted down In order to make sheeting for Its roofs. Great Work Done Speedily. Europe, Asia and Africa coqtrlbuted of their resources and of their historic marble columns and panels that tho great cathedral might be unsurpassed among the glories of earth. Some Bay that the great work was finished in the marvelously short time of ten years, others are positive, even, that it was ready in six years. However this may be, it required 120 years to build St. Peter's at Rome; 35 years to build St. Paul's In London; 600 yean to build the Milan cathedral, and 615 years to build the Cathedral of Cologne. There are millions of the Greek Orthodox faith who are looking confidently forward to the day when Santa Sophia will again be the princi pal cathedral of their worship. A bewildering wealth of legend! clusters around the old cathedral, now defaced and mutilated as a Turkish mosque, and these legends throw veil of the supernatural around It One legend, which the Greeks like to remember, Is that of the blohop who was celebrating maes as the wild Turk ish hordes under Mohammet II., con queror of Constantinople, broke into the church, and who escaped their fanatic wrath by walking Into a niche made by the opening wall which again closed behind him. This priest la waiting In the wall for the day when Santa Sophia once more comes under Christian power, when he will leave his place of refuge and continue, in celebration of the end of Turkish rule, the service in which he was interrupt ed 600 years before. 70,000 Victims of Drug Habit According to a recent estimate the United States public health serv ice, the number of persons in this country who are victims of the drug habit Is about 70,000, and the num bor of doses of narcotic drugs con sumed by them annually is about 850, uou.uuo. This estimate is based on figures collected In the state of Ten nessee, where under a recently enact ed antlnarcotlc law 1,403 permits were Issued In six months to persons peti tioning for the privilege of using nar cotic drugs, and the consumption of such drugs amounted to 8,498,200 aver age doses. f n aa4eaVMtffbWWf4feaj : it? ft fr..1 ' m ' . - aWT WW i-..;:-ii.L W-.-J . ft mm , hi VJ lJ TIM THt MAGGIE'S MOTHER GOES TO BOR ROW A COUPLE OF EGGS. Aa She Says, "She May Borrow an Egg Sometimes, But She'a a Lady and No One Can Call Her Dishonest." "What I'm wantia' this time," said Margaret's mother, as she appeared at the kitchen door of the neighbor's house, "is the loan of me two hands o' flour an' a wee bit o' baking powder. Maggie's beau, her new one, is comin' to supper the night an' we are goin' to have chicken dumplin's for supper, an' two eggs. "No, indeed, Maggie ain't goin" to fix the supper, Maggie is too high an' mighty to go spollin' her complexion over th' cook stove whilst she's got a ma to do It for hor. She might do like I was tellln' her an' leave her complexion In th' box it come in till after th' euppor was made, but she got that Insulted she went up th' stair an' left me to do all th' work. "No, Indeed, I didn't return th' last two eggs I borrled I clean forgot them, an' I never would thought of them again If you had not reminded me of them. You have a grand mem ory, but what is the likes of two eggs between neighbors? Far be It from me to ever remind anyone of what . they borry from me. If It's two eggs or a couple o' hands o' flour, what do I care? Come easy, go easy, says I. There'll be eggs an' flour when we are all dead an' gone to where we are goin', so why worry? I don't caro no more for two eggs than Maggie does; for my feelln's, an' th' Lord knows! that ain't enough to be worth the men tlonin'. 'Yes, this Is her last beau but one. Th' last one never come back. Mag gl thinks it's because her father bor rled two hones off him, and then told him how he wiped up the floor with a feller that dunned him for two bones. But I says to Maggie it ain't nothln' of the kind. He Juut got cold feet be cause Mlkey stuck feathers troo the top of his new stiff hat to play Indian with; If he didn't want to get bald headed from lack of ventilation he should have thanked Mlkey an' said: nothln'. It's like I tells Maggie, if he. loved her truly he wouldn't let two: bones an' a few feathers come be- tween him an' her. "As I was sayln', I wouldn't hesi tate to loan nobody a few eggs any time they want 'em; eggs is made to use an' as long as they get used' what's the odds who uses 'em? Of course, not havln' no hens like you, I' don't never have no eggs, but what; difference does that make? I'd loan 'em If I had 'em. It's the spirit that counts for more than the eggs any day, an' I have th' spirit to lend any thing I got, only I ain't got nothln' but me health, praise the Lord for that "What's thKt, you ain't got no eggs to lend, an' you seen me and Mlkey ( chasln' your chicken around our lot, an' you think you know where I got, th' chicken for th' dumplin's? An' what if you do? Is a chicken anything to be unnelghborly about? I didn't think it of you? If I had a chicken you could chop th' head off it any time you felt like it, an' welcome. Though I don't never have no chick ens. An' my taltln' a loan o' your chicken shouldn't keep you from havln' a couple o' eggs to lend a neighbor, for It was a rooater I borrled, an' anyone, knows roosters don't lay eggs. But temme have th' flour an' I'll go me way. I ain't the kind that gets of fended an' refuses to be unnelghborly because of a chicken. An' tho first time one o' Smith's chickens flics over In our lot I'll pay you back your rooster an' welcome. I may be a plain woman, but I was raised a lady, an' no one can Bay I'm dishonest. Thank you for the flour." HouBton Post. Valuibls Botanical Specimens. I Dr. Nathaniel Lord Brltton, director In general of the New York Botanical! garden since 1896, has returned from a trip to Porto Rico, which was fraught with valuable results. The work was a continuation of the scien tific survey of the Island undertaken by the New York Academy of Sci ences, In co-operation with the Insular government, the American Museum of Natural History and other lnstltU" tlons. Parts of the Island which sci entists hud not previously explored were visited, whero more than c!t;ht thousand specimens, represented by 1925 field numbers, were collected. Many duplicates of raro or otherwise Interesting species were obtained for use in exchanges with other gardens and museums. Lightning Rings Alarm, Fire companies In Philadelphia re sponded for the second time in 21 hours to an alarm of fire sent In to the electrical bureau from a box at Third street and Wyoming avenue, only to find upon their arrival that, as on the night before, lightning had struck the wlru lending to the box. Tho box Is a private one, In the barn of the Kasld Transit company. The alarm was sent In during the height of the storm at 10:05, 16 minutes luter than the alarm on Wednesday night, during the electrical disturb ance. Valuable. Wife Wake up, John! I'm sure I hear a burglar downstairs. Husband Great Scott! I hope he doesn't discover that chunk of Ice U the refrigerator.