The Parma herald. (Parma, Idaho) 1903-1917, 1915-05-06

CHAPTER vI--ConsInued.
Pitchoune, whose eyes had followed
the cat out of sight, sprang upon his
master and seemed quite ready for
the new departure.
Il shall at least have YOU" Sabron
said 1T will be your first campaign.
We shall have some famous runs and
/ shall introduce you to camel and
make you acquainted with several
donkeys. not to speak OF the historic
Arab steeds. You will see, my friend.
that there are other animals besides
yourself In creation"
A telegram for mon capitaine.
Brunei came In with the blue envelope
which Sabron tore open.
You win take with you neither horses
nor dogs.
1t was an order from the minister of
war, Just such a one as was sent to
some half-dozen other young officers,
all of whom. no doubt. felt more or
less discounted.
Sabron twisted the telegram, put 1t
in the fireplace and lighted his ciga-
rette with it. watching Pitchoune who
finding himself comfortable corner
In the armchair, had settled down for
a nap.
80" nodded the young man aloud.
Il shall not even have Pitchoune."
He smoked, musing. In the rigid dis
cipline OF his soldiers life he was used
to obedience. His softened eyes, how
ever. and his nervous fingers as they
pulled at his mustache, showed that
the command had touched him.
What shall / do with you. old fell
low"
Although Sabrons voice was low.
the dog. whose head was down upon
his paws. turned his bright brown
eyes on his master with so much con-
fidence and affection that 1t completed
the work. Sabron walked across the
floor, smoking. the spurs on his heels
clanking, the light shining on his bril-
liant boots and on his uniform. He
was a splendid-looking man with race
and breeding, and he combined with
his masculine force the gentleness of
woman.
They want me to be lonely" he
thought "All that the chiefs consider
Is the soldier--not the man-even the
companionship of my dog is denied
me. What do they think | am going
to do out there in the long eastern
cyenings?" He reflected. What does
the world expect an uncompanioned
wanderer to do?" There are many
things and the less thought about
them. the better.
"A letter for Monsieur lie Capitaine."
Brunei returned with a note which he
presented stiffly, and Pitchoune, who
chose In his little brain to imagine
Brunei an intruder. sprang from the
chair like lightning. rushed at the
servant. seized the leg of his panta'
looms and began to worry them, growl-
ing, Brunei regarding him with adora-
ton. Sabron had not thought aloud
the last words of the telegram, which
he had used to light Ills cigarette.
Nor will II be necessary to take
a personal servant. The indigsnes are
capable ORDINANCES.
AS he took the letter from Brunet's
sslver he sal CURLY:
Il am ordered to Algiers and shall
not take horses nor Pitchoune."
The dog. at mention of his name
set Brunet's leg free and stood quiet
his head lifted. q
Nor you either. mon brave Bru
net" Sabron put his hand on his
servants shoulder. the first familiarity
he had ever shown a man who served
him with devotion. and who would
have given his life to save his mas
ter's. Those" said the officer CURLY
ARE the orders from headquarters, snd
the least said about them the better
The rudy cheek OF the servant
turned pale He mechanically touched
bis forehead.
"Bien. mon Capitaine." be muir
INJURED. with little catch in his voice
He stood at attention. then wheeled
and without being dismissed. staiked
out OF the room.
Pitchoune did not follow. He re-
NAMED immovable like little dog cut
from bronze; he urderstood-whc
shall say-how much OF the converse
ton? Babron threw away his ciga-
rette. then read his letter by the man.
uepiece, leaning his arm upon 1t. He
read slowly. He had broken the seal
slowly. 1t was the first letter he had
ever seen In this handwriting. 1t was
written In French and ran thus:
Aonsieur-My aunt wishes me to ask
you II you Will eoms to US for a little
musicale tomorrow afternoon We hops
you VIII be free. and hope she added
mat will hrtuu