The star-independent. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1904-1917, 1915-03-31

Think of 1t. Mademoiselle a little dog
following his master from peace and
plenty from quiet and security. into the
desert And think what 1t means to have
this little friend!
Julia Redmond reflected, was great
ly touched and loved Pitchoune more
than ever. She would have changed
places with him gladly. 1t was an
honor, distinction to share sol
dier's exile and to be his companion
Then Sabron wrote, in closing words
which she read and reread many,
many times.
Mademoiselll, In this life many things
follow us: certain of these follow US
whether we will or not. Some things we
are strong enough to forbid. yet we do
not forbid them. My little dog followed
me; I had nothing to do with that. II
was a question of fate. Something else
has followed me as we'll. 1t is not liv-
ing thing. and yet 1t has all the qualities
of vitality. 1t is tune. From the mo-
ment l left the chateau the first night ]
had the joy of seeing you, Mademoiselle,
the tune You sang became a companion
TO INC ana mas IOliOWeu TIe every WHeTe
g.. followed me TO my barracks. fol-
lowed me across the sea, and here In my
tent it keeps me company. l find that
when / wake at night the melody sings
to me: find that when I mount my horse
and ride with my men, when the deserts
sands are shifted by my horses feet,
something sings in the sun and in the
heat something sings in the chase and in
the pursuit, and in the nights, under the
stars. the same air haunts me still
1 am glad you told me what the words
mean, for / find them beautiful; the mu
sic in 1t would not be the same without
the strength and form Of the words. Sc
It is. Mademo,selle. with life. Feelings
and sentiments. passions and emotions,
are like music. They are great and beau
tiful; they follow us, they are part of us,
but they would be nothing-music would
be nothing without forms by which we
could make it audible-appcaling not to
our senses alone but to our souls!
And yet I must close my letter sending
you only the tune the words I cannot
send you, yet believe me, they form part
of everything do or say
Tomorrow / understand from my men,
wo shall nave some nvely work to do
Whatever that work is YOU will hear Of
II through the papers. There is little
ttWii HSTe Cdlleu IJlTpdl,
by a poor tribe whose lives have been
made miserable by robbers and slave
dealers 1t is the business of us watchers
of the plains to protect them. and l be-
lieve we shall have a lively skirmish with
the marauders. There Is congregation
OF tribes coming down from the north.
When l go out with my people tomorrow
it may be into danger, for in a wandering
life like this. who ca.l tell? l do not mean
to be either morbid or sentimental. l only
mean to be serious. NaGemoiselle. and
find that l am becoming SO serious that
it will be best to close.
Adieu, Madomoiiselle. When you look
from your window on the Rhone Valley
and see the peaceful fields of Tarascon.
when YOU look on your peaceful gardens,
perhaps your mind will travel farther
and you will think of Africa Do so IL
you can. and perhaps tonight you will
say the words only of the song before you
so to sleep.
/ am, MademoiSele,
Faithfully yours,
CHARLES DE SABRON.
There was only one place for a let
ter such as that to rest, and it rested
on that gentle pillow for many days.
1t proved heavy weight against Julia