The Montgomery advertiser., 1908-09-20

manner. went sternly Il to Tartarin'i house.
 "Tartarin." said he authoritatively "Tartarin, you'll have to go!" Tartarin looked around him at hii cosy rooms. Then, advancing to hii brave friend. he said stoically: T am going. BravIda."
 course. For it takes time to prepare for & lion hunt in Algeria,
 He had to order two immense brass bound cases. inscribed:
 Tartarin of Tarascon. Firearms. etc.
 He also ordered a noble album, gild- ed and rich. for a diary. Next he or pemmican. a wonderful tent that would open out instantly. sea boots, umbrei- las blue spectacles. a medicine chest and ammuniation and apparel.
 At last. all the preparations were completed and Tarascon gathered all it's life before the house of the boabab Roofs and windows were crowded great trunks waited before the door, and the sportsmen of Tarascon proudly explained to the populace what the cases contained as they were brought out of the house Finally Tartarin him- self appeared. hailed by a universal "AhP'
 He wore full Algerian costume, white trousers. a small tight vest with metal buttons. a red sash two feet wide. the neck bare and the forehead shaven. while or top of all sat huge red fez with long blue tassel.
 He had one heavy gun on each shoul- der. broad hunting knife In hls sash. a bandolier across hts chest and re- volver swinging on his hip. His un- aa. faA hfHAau hV hlnA E0R- . gles
 Hip, hip, hurrahl" cried the people. The great man smiled, but did not sa- iute. The firearms hindered him. and moreover, he knew now on what the favor of the people depends. Calm and nroud. though little pale. he started toward the railroad statio followed hv the brave Commandant Bravida. Judge Ladevosze, Costecalde and all the sportsmen of Tarascon.
 While they were waiting for the train. his friends put down their names in his memorandum book for Ion skin each. He spoke to them simply aftablv. The sportsmen felt tears com- Ing. Even Costecalde was stung with remorse. It was well that the train came in before they broke down.
 Tartarin made an immense sensa ton in Marseilles. He would have made an even greater one on the Algerian mail steamer ndQ ne not unnappily succumbed to the sickness of the sea almost as soon as he set his foot on deck of the Zouave, Captain Barbas- sou. As 1t was, he made his impress sion only when at last he escaped froII the accursed ship and Landed in Al giers.
 There. indeed, he became the object of all eyes. Somewhat to his sur prise. he found himself the only Turk in the place. Gentlemen Id ladies dressed in European costume were ev- anywhere, and everywhere on his way to the hotel they folio ed him with rspectfui admiration. noting hls guns his knife and his revolver.
 In the hotel he was received with the same enthusiastic interest, but he was determined to waste no time ir basking in public favor, but ta go te Bed at once that he might ally forth into the desert early.
 As soon as darkness came he was up and dressed again. Hurriedly he armed, attached the shelter tent with its long pole upright to his back and descended to the street.
 He walked oIt of the ely until he came into a waste place bristling with odd African plants. On the right Ioomed a dark mountain. On he left the invisible sea rolled heavily. It was just the place for a llon. Tartsrin