Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1915-03-26
CHAPTER w-contlnu.d.

Pitchoune. whose eyes had followed
the cat out Of sight. sprang upon his
master and seemed quite ready for
the new departure.
II shall at least have you" Sabron
said. ut will be your first campaign.
We shall have sdme famous runs and
1 shall introduce you to a camel and
make you acquainted with several
donkeys, not to speak of the historic
Arab steeds. You will see. my friend,
that there are other animals besides
yourself in creation"
"A telegram for mon capitaine."
Brunei came in with the blue envelope
which Sabron tore open.
You will take with you neither horses
nor dogs.
1t was an order from the minister Of
war, Just such a one as was sent to
some %half-dozen other young officers,
all Of whom, no doubt. felt more oil
less discounted.
Sabron twisted the telegram, put it
In the fireplace and lighted his ciga-
rette with 1t. watching %Pitchoune who.
finding himself a comfortable corner
in the armchair. had settled down for
a nap.
So nodded the young man aloud.
Il shall not even have P~itchoune."
He smoked, musing. In the rigid dis
cipline OF his soldiers life he was used
to obedience. His softened eyes, how
ever and his nervous fingers as they
pulled at his mustache. showed that
the command had touched him.
What shall | do with you, old fell
low?"
Although Sabron's voice was low,
the dog. whose head was down upon
his paws. turned his bright brown
eyes on his master with so much con-
fidence and affection that il completed
the work. Sabron walked across the
floor, smokinsI the spurs on his heels
clanking, the light shining on his bril-
liant boots and on his uniform. He
was a splendid-looking man with race
and breeding. and he combined with
his masculine force the gentleness of
a woman.
They van me to be lonely" he
thought "All that the chiefs consider
is the soldier-not the man-eve the
companionship Of my dog is denied
me. What do they think I am going
to do out there in the long eastern
~evenings?" He reflected. What does
the world expect an u~ncompanioned
wanderer to do?" There are many
things and the less thought about
2 them. the better.
"A letter for Monsieur lie Capitaine. "
Brunei returned with a tote which he
presented stifiy, and %Pitchoune, who
chose in his little brain to imagine
Brunei an intruder. sprang from the
chair like lightning, rushed at the
servant. seized the leg of his panta
looms and began to worry them, growl
ing. Brunei regarding him with adora
ton Sabron had not thought aloud
the last words Of the telegram, which
he had used to light his cigarette.
Nor will It be necessary TO TAX,
a personal servant. The indigenes ar,
capable performances.
AS he took the letter from Brunet'.
salver he said CURLY:
7 am ordered to Algiers and | shall
not take horses nor P~itchoune."
The dog. at mention Of his name
set Brunet's leg free and stood quiet
his head lifted.
Nor you either, mon brave Bru
nett Sabron put his hand on hi
servants shoulder. the first familiarit
he had ever shown a man who serve
him with devotion, and who woul
have given his life to save his mas
ter's. Those" said the officer curtly
ARE the orders from headquarters, an
the least said about them the better.
The rudy cheek Of the servan
turned pale. He mechanically touche
his forehead.
"Bien, mon Capitaine," he mui
INJURED. with a little catch in his voic,
He stood at attention. then wheele
and without being dismissed. stake
out of the room.
Pitchoune did not follow. He r,
NAMED immovable like a little dog Gu
from bronze; he understood-wh
shall say-how much of the converse
ton? Sabron threw away his Gig,
retto. then read his letter by the ma
tlopIece. leaning his arm upon it. H
read slowly. He had broken the SCI
slowly. II was the first letter he ha
ever seen in this handwriting. It Wi
written In French and ran thus:
Monsieur-My aunt wishes me TO ms
you II you will come to us for h litt
musicale tomorrow afternoon. We hor
you will be free, and l hope, she adde,
that you will bring Pitchoune. Not thl