Clearwater Republican. [volume] (Orofino, Idaho) 1912-1922, 1915-08-06


she loves him. Sabron. wounded In an en-
gAgement, falls into tho dry bed of a
river. and Is watched over by Pitchoune.
f'ei CHAPTER xliI-contInued.
But" Sabron said aloud. 1T Is a
prayer to be said at night and not In
the afternoon of an African hell"
He began to climb; he pulled him.
self along, leaving his track in blood.
He tainted twice. and the thick
growth held him like the wicker Of
cradle. and before he came to his con-
seriousness the sun was morcifully go
ing down. He finally reached the top
Of the bank and lay there painting.
Not far distant we're the bushes Of
rose and mimosa flower. and still LIANT
ing, weaker and ever weaker his cour
age the only living thing in him, Sab
ron, with Pitchoune by his side,
dragged himself into healing hands.
All that night Sabron was delirious;
ais mind travelled far into vague fan
tastic countries, led back again. ever
gently, by tune, to safety. M
Every now and then he would real
lie that he was alone on the vast
desert destined to finish his existence
here. to cease being a human creature
and to become nothing but carrion.
Moments of consciousness succeeded
those Of mental disorder. Every now
and then he would feel Pitchoune
close to his arm. The dog licked his
hand and the touch was grateful to
the deserted officer. Pitchoune licked
his masters cheek and Sabron felt
that there was another life beside his
IN the wilderness. Neither dog nor
man could long exist, however, with
out food or drink and Sabron was
growing momentagiiy weaker. ili
" The Frenchman, though a philoso-
pher. realized how hard it was to die
upsatisfled in love. unsatisfied in life,
having accomplished nothing, having
wished many things and realized at
IN early age only death! Then this
point OF view changed and the phys
ical man was uppermost. IS
He groaned for water. he groaned
for relief from pain. turned his head
from side to side, and Pitchoune
whined softly. Sabron was not strong
enough to speak to him, and their
voices. OF man and beast. inarticulate,
mingled-both left to die In the open.
e Tbon Sabron violently rebelled and
cried out in his soul against fate and
destiny. He could have cursed the
day he was born. Keenly DESTROYS to
live. to make his mark and to win
everything man values. why should
he be picked and chosen for this lone
II pathetic end? Moreover. he did not
wish to suffer like this, to lose his
grasp on life, to go on into wilder
delirium and to die! He knew enough
Of Injuries 70 feel SURF that his wound
alone would not kill him. When, he
had first dragged himself into the
shade he had tainted. and when he
came to himself he might have
stanched his blood. His wound was
hardly bleeding now. It had already
dted! Fatigue and thirst. fever would
finish him, not his hurt. He was too
young to die.
With great effort he raised himself
on his arm and scanned the desert
stretchfng on all sides like rosy sea-
Along the river bank the pale and deli
cate blossom and leaf Of the mimosa
lay like blush veil. and the smell OF
the evening and the smell OF the mi
mosa flower and the perfumes of the
weeds came to him, aromatic and
sweet. Above his head the blue sky
was ablaze with stars and directly
over him the evening star hung like q
crystal lamp. But there was no beau
~ in 1t for the wounded officer who
looked In vain to the dark shadows or
the desert that might mean approach
Ing human life. 1t would be better tc
die as he was dying. than to be found
by the enemy!
The sea OF waste rolled unbroken al
Tar as his fading eyes could reach
He sank back with q sigh, not to rise
again, and closed his eyes and waited
He slept short, restless. feversl
sleep, and In It dreams chased one an
other like those evoked by narcotic
but out OF them, over and over again
camo the picture OF Julia Redmond
and she sang to him the song who's,
words were prayer for the safet,
Of a loved one during the night.
From that romantic melody Their,
seemed to rise more solemn ones. H,
heard the rolling Of the organ In tn,
cathedral In his native town. for h,
scame from Rouen originally. wher'
there is @one ofAthe most beautiful
cathedrals In the world. The. must
rolled and rolled and passed over tn