Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1915-03-31

smiled. and how was oahfon 70 real
ire that she could not very we'll have
wept there and then. had she wished
to do 30?
YES" he said. Il adore my regi.
ment. l love my work. l have al.
ways wanted to see colonial service"
"Have you? It 10 delightful to find
ones ambitions and desires satisfied, .
said Miss Redmond. II have always
longed to see the desert. It must be
beautiful OF course you are going to
take Pitchounef"
| "Ah!" exclaimed Sabron, that 10
Just what am not going to do"
What" she cried You are never
going to leave that darling dog be-
hind you?"
Il must. unfortunately. My superior
omcers do not allow me to take horses
or dogs, or even my servant"
"Heavens!" she exclaimed. What
brutes they are! Why, Pitchoune will
die OF broken heart" Then she
! SAID: 'yoa arc leaving him With yc.-
man SERVANT"
Sabron shook his head.
Brunei would not be able to keep
him"
"Ah!" she breathed HE is looking
for home? Is he? Ifso. would you
I. might I take care Of Pit
choune?"
The nenchman impulsively put out
his hand. and she laid her own in it.
"You are too good" he murmured.
Thank you. Pitchoune will thank
you"
He kissed her hand That was all.
From within the salon came the
noise of voices, and the bow of the
violoncellist was beginning new con.
! certo. They stood looking at each
other. No condition could have pre-
vented 1t although the Marquise
dEsclignac was rolling toward them
across the polished floor of the music
| room. AS though Sabron realized that
he might never see this lovely young
woman again. probably never would
see her, and wanted before he left to
have something made clear, he asked
quickly:
Gould you, Mademoiselle, in word
or two tell me the meaning Of the Eng
lish song you sang?"
She flushed and laughed slightly.
well, it is not very easy to put it
In prose-" she hesitated. Things
sound so differently in music and
poetry; but it MEANS" she said in
French, bravely, why, it is sort of
prayer that someone you love very
much should be kept safe night and
day. That's about all. There is lit
tie sadness in j. as though" and her
cheeks glowed, AS If there was a sort
of separation. It means
"Ah!" breathed the officer deeply,
II understand. Thank YOU
And just then Madame d'Esclignac
rolled up between them and with an
|unmistakable satisfaction presented to
her niece the gentleman she had Sc
cured.
my dear Julia, my godson, the
Duo de fremont" And Sabron bowed
to both the ladies. to the duke, and
went away.
This was the picture he might add
" AAD VOil0CtlOu. Tic OlUcI WOu1du III
her vivid dress, Julia in her simpler
gown. and the titled Frenchman bow
Ing over her hand.
When he went out to the front ter
race Brunei was there with his horse.
and Pitchoune was there as we'll, stiff
~ waiting at attention.
Brunei" said the officer to his
man, will you take Pitchoune around
to the servants quarters and give him
to Miss Redmond's maid? I am going
to leave him here"
Good. mon Capitaine," said the
ordonnance, and whistled to the dog.
Pitchoune sprang toward his master
with q short sharp bark. What he un-
derstood would be hard to say, but all
that he wanted to do was to remain
with Sabron. Sabron bent down and
stroked him.
go, my friend. with Brunei. Go.
mon vieux, 60" he commanded stern
~, and the little dog, trained to
obedience as q soldiers dog should be.
trotted reluctantly at the heels of the
ordonnance. and the soldier threw his
leg over the saddle and rode away.
He rode regardless Of anything but
the fact that he was going.