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About The Maupin times. (Maupin, Or.) 1914-1930 | View Entire Issue (July 23, 1915)
m Ml MM ttARE VAN VOD: HLU5TMfiQK3 capyvctr er m eaaas-naiRiu. ca?xrr SYNOPSIS. 13 Le Comte de Sabron, captain of French cavalry, takes to his quarters to raise by hand a motherless Irish terrier pup, and names It Pltchounc. He dines with the Marquise d'lisiilisnac and meets Miss Ju lia Redmond, Anieriran heiress. He is or dered to Alerters but is not allowed to take servants or dogs. Miss Redmond takes care of PHchoune, who. lending for his master, runs away from her. The marquise plans to marry Julia to the Due de Tremont. Pitnhoune follows Sabron to Algiers, do? and master meet, and Sabron KHs piTm'fslon to keep his dog with him. The Due de Tremont finds the American heiress cupiiduim. Sabron, wounded In an engagement, falls into the dry bed of a river and Is watched over by PHchoune. After a horrible night and day PHchoune leaves him. Tremont takes Julia and the rnarouiso lo Aliirra 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. Hammet Abou tells the Mar quise where he thinks Sabron may be found. CHAPTER XXI Continued. Pitchoune ran with' his nose to the ground. There were several trails for a dog to follow on that apparently un trodden page of desert history. Which one would he choose? Without a scent a dog does nothing. His nos trils are his instinct. His devotion, his faithfulness, his intelligence, -his heart all come through his nose. A 1 man's heart, they sav, is in his stom ach or in his pocket. A dog's is in his nostrils. If Pitchoune had chosen the wrong direction, this Btory would never have been written. Michette did not give birth to the sixth puppy, in the stables of the garrison, for nothing. Nor had Sabron saved him on the night of the memorable dinner for nothing. With his nose flat to the sands Pit choune smelt to east and to west, to north and south, took a scent to the east, decided on it for what reason will never be told and followed it. Fatigue and hunger were forgotten as hour after hour Pitchoune ran , across the Sahara. Mercifully, the sun had been clouded by the pre cursor of a windstorm. The air was almost cool. Mercifully, the wind did not arise until the little terrier had pursued his course to the end. There are occasions when an1 ani mal's Intelligence surpasses the hu man. When, toward evening of the twelve hours that it had taken him to reach a certain point, he came to a settlement of mud huts on the bor ders of an oasis, he was pretty nearly at the end of his strength. The oasis was the only sign of life in five hun dred miles. There was very little left in his small body. He lay down, pant ing, but his bright spirit was unwill ing just then to leave his form and hovered near him. In the religion of Tatman dogs alone have souls. Pitchoune panted and dragged him self to a pool of water around which the green palms grew, and he drank and drank. Then the little desert wayfarer hid himself in the bushes and slept till morning. All night he was racked with convulsive twitches, but he slept and In his dreams he killed a voung chicken and ate It. In the morning he took a bath in the pool, and the sun rose while he swam In the water. If Sabron or Miss Redmond could have seen him he would have seem-1 the epitome of heartless egoism. He was the epitome of wisdom. Instinct and wisdom sometimes go closely to gether. Solomon was only instinc tive when he asked for wisdom. The epicurean Lucullus, when dying, asked for a certain Nile fish cooked in wine. Pitchoune shook out his short hairy body and came out of the oasis pool into the sunlight and trotted into the Arabian village. Fatou Anni parched corn in a bra rier before her house. Her house was a mv. hut with yellow walls. It had no roof and was open to the sky. Fatou Anni was ninety years old, straight as a lance straight as one of the lances the men of the village carried when they went to dispute with white people. These lances with which the young men had fought, had won them the last battle. They had been victorious on the field. Fatou Anni was the grandmother of many men. She had been the mother of many men. Now she parched corn tranquilly, prayerfully. "Allah! that the corn should not burn; Allah! that it should be sweet; Allah! that her men should be al ways successful." She was the fetish of the settle ment In a single blue garment, her black scrawny breast uncovered, the thin veil that the Fellaheen wear pushed back from her face, her fine eyes were revealed and she might have been a priestess as she bent over her corn! "Allah! Allah Akbar!" Rather than anything should hap pen to Fatou Anni, the settlement would have roasted its enemies alive, torn them in shreds. Some of tham said that she was two hundred years old. There was a charmed ring drawn around her house. People sup posed that if any creature crossed it unhrvited, it would fall dead. The sun had risen for an hour and air Waa still cool, Overhead, the ALTERS sky, unstained by a sinrle cloud, was blue as a turquoise floor, and against it, black and portentous, flew the vul tures. Here and there the sun-touched pools gave life and reason to the oasis. Fatou Anni parched her corn. Her barbaric chant was interrupted bv a Bharp bark and a low pleading whine. She had never heard sounds just like that. The dogs of the village were great wolflike creatures. Pit choune's bark was angelic compared with theirs. He crossed the charmed circle drawn around her house, and did not fall dead, and stood before her, whining. Fatou Anni left her corn, stood upright and looked at Pit choune. To her the Irish terrier was an apparition. The fact that he had not fallen dead proved that he was beloved of Allah. He was, perhaps, a genie, an afrit. Pitchoune fawned at her feet. She murmured a line of the Koran. It did not seem to affect his demonstrative affection. The woman bent down to him after making a pass against the Evil Eye, and touched him. and Pit choune licked her hand. Fatou Anni screamed, dropped him, went into the house and made her ablutions. When she came out Pit choune sat patiently before the parched corn, and he again came crawling to her. The Arabian woman lived In the last hut of the village. She could satisfy her curiosity without shocking her neighbors. She bent down to scrutinize Pitchoune's collar. There was a sacred medal on it with sacred inscriptions which she could not read. But as soon as she had freed him this time, Pitchoune tore himself away from her, flew out of the sacred ring and disappeared. The he ran back, barking appealingly; he took the hem of her dress in his mouth and pulled her. He repeatedly did this and the superstitious Arabian believed herself to be called divinely. She cautiously left the doorstep, her veil falling be fore her face, came out of the sacred ring, followed to the edge of the berry field. From there Pitchoune sped over the desert; when he stopped and looked back at her. Fatou Anni did not follow, and he returned to renew his entreaties. When she tried to touch him he escaped, keeping at a Bate distance. The village began to Hour After Hour Pitchoune Ran Across the Sahara. stir. Blue and yellow garments flut tered in the streets. "Allah Akbar," Fatou Anni mur mured, "these are days of victory, of recompense." She gathered her robe around her and, statellly and impressively, started toward the huts of her grandsons. When she returned, eight young war riors, fully armed, accompanied her. Pitchoune sat beside the narched corn. watching the brazier and her meal. fatou Anni pointed to the desert She said to the yQung men, "Go with this genie. There is something he wishes to show us. Allah Is great Go." When the Capitaine de Sabron opened his eyes in consciousness, they encountered a square of blazing blue heaven. He weakly put up his hand to shade his sight, and cotton awning, supported by four bamboo poles, was swiftly raised over his head. He saw objects and took cogni zance of them. On the floor in the low doorway of a mud hut sat three lltttl naked children covered with flies and dirt. He was the guest of Fatou Anni. These were three of her hundred great-great-grandchildren Tht babies were playing with a little dog. Sabron knew the dog but could not articulate his same. By his side sat the woman to whom he owed his life. Her veil fell over her face. She was braiding straw. He looked at her Intelligently. She brought him a drink of cool water in an earthen ves sel, with the drops oozing from Its porous sides. 1 The hut reeked with odors which met his nostrils at every breath he drew. He asked in Arabic; "Where am IT "In the hut of victory," said Fatou Anni. Pitchoune overheard the voice and came to Sabron's side. His master murmured: "Where are we, my friend?" The dog leaped on his bed and licked his face. Fatou Anni, with a whisk of straw, swept the flies from him. A great weakness spread its wings above him and he fell asleep. Days are all alike to those who lie in mortal sickness. The hours are in tensely colorless and they slip and slip and slip Into painful wakefulness, into fever, Into drowsiness finally, and then Into weakness. The Capitaine de Sabron, although he had no family to speak of, did pos sess, unknown to the Marquise d'Es- clignac, an old aunt in the provinces, and a handful of heartless cousins who were indifferent to him. Nevertheless he clung to life and in the hut of Fatou Anni fought for existence. Every time that he was conscious he struggled anew to hold to the thread of life. Whenever he grasped the thread he vanquished, and whenever he lost it, he wsnt down, down. Fatou Anni cherished him. He was a soldier who had fallen in the battle against her sons and grandsons. He was a man and a strong one, and she despised women. He was her prey and he was her reward and she cared for him; as she did so, she became maternal. His eyes which, when he was con scious, thanked her; his thin hands that moved on the ' rough blue robe thrown over him, the devotion of the dog found a responsive chord in the great-grandmother's heart. Once he smiled at one of the naked, big-bellied great-great-grandchildren. Beni Has san, three years old, came up to Sab ron with his fingers In his mouth and chattered like a bird. This proved to Fatou Anni that Sabron had not the Evil Eye. No one but the children were admitted to the hut, but the sun and the flies and the cries of the vil lage came in without permission, and now and then, when the windB arose, he could hear the Btlrring of the palm trees. Sabron was reduced to skin and bone. His nourishment was insuffi cient, and the absence of all decent care was slowly taking him to death. It will never be known why he did not die. Pitchoune took to making long ex cursions. He would be absent for days, and In his clouded mind Sabron thought the dog was reconnoltering for him over the vast pink sea without there which, if one could sail across as in a ship, one would sail to France, through the walls of mellow old Taras con, to the chateau of good King Rene; one would sail as the moon sails, and through an open window one might hear the sound of a woman's voice singing. The song, ever illusive and irritating In its persistency, tantalized his sick ears. Sabron did not know that he would have found the chateau shut had he sailed there' in the moon. It was as well that he did not know, for his wan dering thought would not have known where to follow, and there was repose in thinking of the Chateau d'Esclig nac. It grew terribly hot. Fatou Anni, by his side, fanned him with a fan she had woven. The great-great-grandchildren on the floor in the mud fought together. They quarreled over bits of colored glass. Sabron's breath came panting. Without, he heard the cries of the warriors, the lance-bearers he heard the cries of Fatou Annl's sons who were going out to battle. The French soMiers were in a distant part of the Sahara and Fatou Anni's grand children were going out to pillage and destroy. The old woman by bis side cried out and beat 'iei breast. Now and then she looked at him curiously, as if she saw death on his pale face. Now that all her sons and grandsons had gone, he was the only man left in the village, as even boys of sixteen had joined the raid. She wiped his forehead and gave him a potion that had been pierced with arrows. It was all she could do for a captive. Toward sundown, for the first time Sabron felt a little better, and after twenty-four hours' absence, Pitchoune whined at the hut door, but would not come In. Fatou Anni called on Allah, left her patient and went out to see what was the matter with the dog. At the door, in the shade of a palm, stood two Bedouins. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Why Some Are Color Blind. It is known that color blind people cannot distinguish colors, but the rea son for this is not generally known. They cannot distinguish many colors, and most of them usually give the ap pearance of being gray. The cause lies In the constitution of the retina, which microscopically consists of rods and cones. If a certain part of the cones la wanting the sensation they arouse la alse wanting. A blind man who does not see at all is not much more deceived by his sight than the color blind man. Even the normal eye has not conea fine enough to detect ultra Tiolet rays and electrie rays. Soldiers' Winter Clothing, The soldiers of Japan have learned the value of paper clothing for winter wear. The paper, which Is made from mulberry bark, has little sizing In It and Is soft and warm. Between two sheet of the paper they place a thin layer of silk wadding, and then quilt the whole. It la something of a draw back that clothing so made is not waahable, but In a winter campaign a soldier has other things to think of thaa the dlrt-on his uniform. Youth's Companion. HARVESTING AND PACKING STRAWBERRIES 3 A American Quart Boxea of Well-Graded "No. 1" on The stage of maturity at which trawberriee should be picked depends upon the distance they are to be shipped. When grown for the local market they should be picked when throughly ripe but not soft, says a new farmers' bulletin, No. 604, of the United States department of agricul ture. If grown for a distant market the berries must be picked before they are thoroughly ripe, but they should be fully grown and about three-fourths ripe. If picked before they are colored the berries will shrink and wither, making them unfit for sale. Strawber ries should be picked with a short piece of stem attached (about one fourth to one-half inch). They should never be slipped from the stem, as that spoils appearance and injures their shipping and keeping qualities. Grading and Packing. Uniformity in the pack is essential In order to obtain high prices for strawberries, and this can be secured only when the berries have been care fully graded and sorted. Some grow ers have the berries graded in the field. A common practice In some sections Is to pick the ripe berries of all grades Into the same box and when the tray Is full to take it to the packing shed, where the berries are sorted and packed. The graders dump the ber ries on a table and pick out all green, overripe or small berries. The others are placed in the boxes, one of the graders arranging the top layers in such a way that the berries Bhow to best advantage. When berries are packed in this manner, care should be taken not to put the small, inferior berries In the center of the box and the large fine berries on top. The fruit should be uniform thrnuehnnt. the box, with the! ton layer merelv placed to aid to the attractiveness of the pack and to hold the fruit in place. Where the fancy pack is put up, the berries should be divided Into two grades. After the berries are nicked thev should be placed In the shade as soon as possible, for heat injures the fruit in a short time. The nickers should not be allowed to leave the filled Crate of Aroma Strawberries In Octagon Quart Boxes, Twenty-Four Quart to the Crate. BUY THE BEST BINDER TWINE I PLAN TO SPRAY VEGETABLES Alwayi Best to Purchase Standard Quality Loss From Breakage Ought to Be Avoided. Buy what binder twine will be needed for the wheat crop early, bo as to get a good article. It is always beBt to buy of standard quality that will not kink and knot up. A poor quality of twine will give no end of trouble in harvesting heavy grain. The loss of time caused by breakage during harvest will more than pay for all the beBt twine needod In har vesting the crop, Ropes for the hay fork and for hauling the hay cocks to barrack or rick, Bhould be of the best quality and the full length. A new rope, particularly if It be sisal, often causes trouble because of its stiffness, If used as a hay fork rope or to place where It runB through a set of pul leys, it is apt to tangle up until It has been used for some time. This trouble may be avoided by boiling the rope In water. Coil the rope In a large soap boiler and cover with water and bring it to a boll. The rope Is then to be taken out and stretched out and allowed to dry, when It will be found to be soft and pliable. Rid Barn of Fleas. If troubled with fleas In the barn, clean out all the dirt and rubbish and spray with a standard dip solution. You can also apply a coat of white wash, to which has been added a tea spoonful of carbolic acid or creolln, for every pint of water used. Sprin kle the floors with lime and In the worst places tobacco dust may be used In addition to the disinfectant. ..'V:ax.,. . IMS i. a," . W,V" H 3 Wi.fflJMI Strawberries "Fancy" on the Right, the Left boxes along the rows, where the ber ries will be exposed to the sun. The shorter the time that elapses after the fruit Is picked before it is put Into refrigerator cars or refrigerator boxes the better it Is for the berries, which will continue to ripen rapidly until they are chilled. Large Crates Preferable. Many types of boxes and crates are used for strawberries, but the ten dency is toward a standard full-size quart box. In fact, in several states it Is illegal to offer for sale a short box; shipments to these markets must be handled to conform with the laws. The boxes now In use are the Ameri can or standard quart berry box, which holds a full quart; the octagon box, and the square scale-board type of quart and pint boxes. The Ameri can type is the one that Is most gen erally used; It Is full size, strongly made, and packB well in the crate. The octagon box is objectionable on ac count of its shape and the raised bot tom. A long, narrow box is not sat isfactory, because It is inconvenient to pick up without grasping the sides between the thumb and fingers, and when handled in this way the berries are likely to be mashed. Moreover, the sides of boxes with raised bottoms often split off below the bottom, caus ing the boxes to tip over. The scale-board boxes are cheapei than splint boxes, but as the latter are more substantial they are preferred in nearly all markets. The type ol crate depends on the boxes used. Any crate substantially built and well ven tilated is satisfactory, but cost is an important consideration, as they are not returned to the shipper. The largest crate that can be handled conveniently is the one to use, as the large ones are cheaper in pro portion to the quantity of berries they carry. The 24 or 32-quart crates are generally used, though In some sec tions the 60-quart crate is employed. Crates with hinged lids have an ad vantage over others in that they pro vide for the Inspection of the fruit to better advantage. The hlnged-lld crate invites inspection and this is a point In Its favor. Machinery as Necessary for Garden as for Orchard Liquid Should Be Put on In Fine Mist A spraying machine is as necessary for the garden as the orchard. Some folks use a common water sprinkler for applying Bpraylng mixtures; but this does little good, because it is not only a great waste of material, but the plants are not fully covered In this way. The liquid should be put on in a fine mist, not as a heavy rain. To apply paris green in water various cheap hand sprayers are on the market now, They need not be of copper fot this purpose, as parls green will not corrode Iron any more than does wa ter; but when bordeaux mixture is used as a carrier for the arsenical poison (and we would strongly urge that this be done In erery case, as it must be done If we put our potato growing operations on a safe basis) then the sprayer must be made oi copper and brass iron would be eat en away in a short time. The modern knapsack sprayer, which possibly Is the best implement foi spraying smaller patches of potatoes up to three or four acreB cucumbers or other vines, and for general ubs as a sprayer machine In the garden and small vineyard, will involve a first expense of from $12 to $15, but II wlli pay in any large-sized garden, Pure Blood Speaks Loud. With hens, as with cattle and hogs, pure blood speaks louder than "wa ter-blood," and aa the farmer cannol afford to harbor scrub hogs and cat tie, so he cannot afford to feed and care for mongrel fowl. USES FOR THE BLACKBERRY Housewife Who Has Realized That They Are Worth Picking In the Hot Sun, Was it worth while, after all, to spend hours gathering blackberries? The sun was so hot, the thorny briers bo sharp and we were so tired! Several months later I opened a quart Jar of these berries for supper, and afterward, when I realized In how many ways It was served to our fam ily of five, I felt fully repaid for the effort of gathering them. I used half a cupful of juice for clear tapioca the day I needed a very simple dessert to follow a roast dinner. Heaped with whipped cream and served Ice cold it was delicious. Later In the week, needing a hot dessert because of a rather gcant sup ply of cold meat, I turned again to the Jar of blackberries. The recipe for delicious and economical pudding follows; "One cupful of berries, two cupfuls of bread crumbs, two and a half cup fuls of milk, three tahleBpoonfuls of flour, three-quarters of a cupful of sugar and one tablespoonful of but ter." Two eggs would have made the pud ding much better, but eggs were scarce and high, so I used the flour and more butter instead. Soak the crumbs in the milk, mix the flour Bmooth with milk and add It to the soaking crumbs; and then add the sugar, ber ries and part of the butter. Pour the mixture Into a buttered baking dish, and dot the top with the re mainder of the butter. Put In a slow oven three hours before dinner. Mary M. Howell in the Country Gentleman, RHUBARB AND ORANGE MOLD Delicious Mixture Suitable for Service at Home Table or for Guests' Luncheon. Wipe the stalks of one or two bun dles of rhubarb with a damp cloth, trim the ends, and cut the stalks Into short pieces. Put the fruit into an earthenware fireproof pan, or eke Into a well tinned copper saucepan, add about two ounces of loaf sugar to each pound of fruit, and a half pint of wa ter, also the pulp of two sweet oranges, two thinly cut strips of lemon rind, and half a teaspoonful of ground ginger. Let the whole simmer gently until the fruit is quite soft. Remove the lemon rind, and rub the remainder through a fine sieve. Soak in water some gelatin, allowing about one-half ounce to each pint of fruit pulp, then drain, dissolve it, and strain the gela tin into the fruit pulp. Reheat with a gill of milk, add, if liked, a few drops of liquid carmine or cochineal, also a little cream, then pour into a previous wetted mold, and lot it set In a cold place. To serve, immerse the mold in lukewarm water for a f!cond or two, and turn out quickly on to a cold dish. Serve plain, or else with some custard poured over It. Banana end Strawberry Whip. Crush one banana and put it through a Btralnnr. Crush a dozen strawber ries. Whip the white of one egg un til stiff, add from two to four table spoonfuls of powdered sugar or sugar to taste, then whip In the crushed banana. Stopping right here in our recipe, we have an imitation whipped cream, which we may flavor a little if we choose, then serve over strawber ries, which must first be sprinkled with sugar, as when regular cream is added. But going on we may add the straw berries and get that pink Bhade which makes strawberry ice cream et this time of year so attractive to the eye. This whip Is pretty served in tall cold glasses, with a strawberry on top. But If we are desirous of having something with more body and contrast we may serve it over broken up marshmallows In compote glasses, or we may gar nish the whip alone with ploces of marshmallow shaped In petals. Favorite Potato Recipes. Potatoes Fried Whole. When nearly boiled enough, put small potatoes into a saucepan with butter or beef drip pings. Shake them about to prevent burning until they are brown and crisp. Drain them from the fat. It will be an improvement if they are floured, dipped In beaten egg and rolled in fine bread crumbs and then fried. Potatoes for Breakfast Cut cold boiled potatoes in slices lengthwlso, dip them in beaten egg and put on a buttered pie plate in the oven. As soon as they are brown and hot, serve. Peach Custard. Cook In double boiler one pint of milk, the beaten yolks of three eggs, one-half cupful of sugar, pinch of salt and one teaspoonful of vanilla, or any flavoring preferred. Put halves of canned peaches In sherbets, and when mixture is cold pour It over them and chill. Pile whipped cream over all, garnish with candied cherries, or any preserved fruit, such as Btrawberries, blackberries, cherries, etc. Steak Loaf. One pound hamburg steak. Roll four crackers, one-half teaspoonful salt and a big one-half teaspoonful of sage; mix these well. Add two eggs, beaten, and one-half cupful of cream, whipped tin and put thin slices of bacon on pork on bottom and top. Chinese Salad. Equal parts of cold macaroni cut Into small bits, minced ham, lobster and cold boiled carrot, chopped. Mix well and add some good mayonnaise dressing, with a few capers.