Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1915-03-26
A Second Invitation.

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is any use," Brunei told his master.
Sabron, in his shirt-sleeves, sat be-
fore q table on which, In basket. lay
Michette's only surviving puppy. It
was month old. Sabron already knew
how bright it, eyes were and how al
Turing its young ways.
BE still, Brunei" commanded the
ohcer. you do not come from the
south or you would be more sanguine.
Pitchoune has got to live"
The puppy's clumsy adventuresome
feet had taken him as far as the high.
road, and on this day. as 1t were in
order that he should understand the
struggle for existence. bicycle had
cut him down in the, prime Of his
youth, and now, according to Brunei,
there wasn't much use!"
Pitchoune was bandaged around his
hind quarters and his adorable little
head and forepaws came out of the
handkerchief bandage.
''He won't eat anything from me.
mon Capitaine," said Brunei and
Sabron tremendously opened the pup
py's mouth and thrust down dose.
Pitchoune swallowed obediently.
Sabron had> just returned from a
long hard day with his troops, and
tired out as he was, he forced himself
to give his attention to Pitchoune. A
second invitation to dinner lay on his
table; he had counted the days until
this night. It seemed too good to be
true, he thought, that another picture
was to add itself to his collection! He
He had mentally enjoyed the others
often, giving preference to the first.
when he dined at the chateau; but
there had been thrill in the second
caused by the fiuttering of the white
dress down by the poplar walk.
Tonight he would have the pleasure
of taking in Miss Redmond to dinner.
See. mon Capitaine," said Brunei,
"the poor little fellow can't swallow
it."
The water trickled out from either
side of Pitchoune's mouth. The sturdy
terrier refused milk in all forms, had
done so since Sabron weaned him; but
Sabron now returned to his nursery
days, made Brunei fetch him warm
milk and, taking the quill, dropped q
few drops of the soothing liquid. into
which he put a dash Of brandy, down
Pitchoune's throat. Pitchoune swa!
lowed, got the drink down, gave a
feeble yelp, and closed his eyes. When
he opened them the glazed look had
gone.
The officer hurried into his eve
ming clothes and ordered Brunei, as he
tied his cravat, to feed the puppy q lit.
tie of the stimulant every hour until
he should return. Pitchoune's eyes.
now open, followed his handsome mas
ter to the door. AS Sabron opened 1t
he gave pathetic yelp which made
the capt. le turn about.
Believe me. mon Capitaine, said
the ordonnance with melancholy ia
tally, "it is no use. II am left with
Pitchoune it will be to see him die. l
know his spirit, mon Capitaine. He
lives for you alone"
Nonsense" said the young officer
impatiently. drawing on his gloves.
Rltchoune gave plaintive wall from
the bandages and tried To stir.
CAS- for feeding him, mon Capitaine,"
the ordonnance threw up his hands.
"he will be stiff by the time :"
But Sabron was halfway down the
stairs. The door was open, and on the
porch he heard distinctly third ten
derly pathetic wall.
.
That evening the Marquise d'Escli.
gnac read aloud to her niece the news
that the Count de Sabron was not com.
ing to dinner. He was absolutely des-
plated" and had no words to express
his regret and disappointment. The
pleasure of dining with them both,
pleasure to which he had looked for
ward for a fortnight, must be re-
nounced because he was obliged to
sit up with very sick friend, as there
was no one else to take his place. In
expressing his undying devotion and
his renewed excuses he put his homage
at their feet and kissed their hands.
The MarQuise d'Esclignac, wearing
another very beautiful dress, looked up
at her niece, who was playing at the
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