The daily star-mirror. (Moscow, Idaho) 1911-1939, 1915-03-30

heavy and sweet. Before them flowed
the Rhone, golden in the winters light.
The blue river swept it's waves around
old Tarascon and the battlements OF
King Rene's towers.
you are going to Algiers tomorrow,
Monsieur de Sabron?" Miss Redmond
smiled, and how was Sabron to real
ize that she could not very we'll have
wept there and then, had she wished
to do so?
Eyes," he said. 81 adore my regi-
ment. l love my work. l have al
ways wanted to see colonial service"
Have you? 1t is delightful to find
ones ambitions and desires satisfied"
said Miss Redmond. Il have always
longed to see the desert. 1t must be
beautiful. OF course you are going to
take Pitchoune?"
"Ah" exclaimed Sabron, that is
just what am not going to do"
What" she cried You are never
going to leave that darling dog be-
hind you?"
II must, unfortunately. My superior
officers 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 a broken heart" Then she
said: you are leaving him with your
man servant?"
Sabron shook his head.
Brunei would not be able to keep
him."
"Ah!" she breathed "He is looking
for a home? Is he? If so, would you
f. might I take care of Pit
choune?"
The Frenchman 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
was beginning new con-
certo. They stood looking at each
other. No condition could have pre-
vented it although the Marquise
d 'Esclignac 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
fish 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 a sort of
prayer that someone you love very
much should be kept safe night and
lay. That's about all There is a lit
lie sadness In it, as though" and her |
cheeks glowsd, "as if there was sort |
II separation. 1t means
"Ah" breathed the officer deeply, |
I understand. Thank you"
And just then Madame dEsclignac
oiled up between them and with an
satisfaction presented to
Ter niece the gentleman she had Sc
ured.
DUO de fremont" And Sabron bowed
o both the ladies, to the duke, and
vent away.
This was the picture he might add
o his collection: the older woman in
Ter vivid dress, Julia in her simpler
own, and the titled Frenchman bow
ng over her hand.
When he went out to the front ter
ace Brunei was there with his horse,
nd Pitchoune was there as well, stiff
Y waiting at attention.
Brunei" said the officer to his
IAN. will you take Pitchoune around
. the servants quarters and give him
, Miss Redmond's maid? 1 am going
, leave him here"
Good, mon Capitaine," said the
and whistled to the dog.
Pitchoune sprang toward his master {
18th short sharp bark. What he I'M !
erstood would be hard to say, but all ,
lat he wanted to do was to remain
18th Sabron. Sabron bent down and
troked him.
Go, my friend, with Brunei. Go,
ION vieux, 60" he commanded stern |
:, and the little dog, trained to {
bedience as soldiers dog should be, t
otted reluctantly at the heels Of the Q
dominance, and the soldier threw his
g over the saddle and rode away.
e rode regardless of anything but
lie fact that he was going.