Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1915-03-30

knew that there was a pathos in the
tune which spoke to his warm heart;
which caressed and captivated him
and which made him long deeply for
happiness he thought it most unlikely
he would ever know.
4 There had been many pictures added
/ to his collection: Miss Redmond at
dinner. Miss Julia Redmond-he knew
her first name now-before the piano;
Miss Redmond in smart coat. walk
ing with him down the alley, while
/ Pitchoune chased flying leaves ana ap..
partitions Of rabbits hither and thithcr.
The Count dc Sabron had always
dreaded just what happened to him.
He had fallen in love with q woman
beyond His reach, for he had no for
tune whatsoever. nothing but his cap
tain's pay and his hard soldiers life.
q wanderers life and one which he
hesitated to ask q woman to share.
In spite Of the fact that Madame
d'Esclignac was agreeable to him,
she was not cordial, and he understood
that she did not consider him q parti
for her niece. Other guests, as we'll
as he. had shared her hospitality. He
had been jealous Of them, though he
couid not ieip seeing Miss Hedmond's
preference for himself. Not that he
wanted to help 1t. He recalled that
she had really sung to him, decidedly
walked by his side when there had
been more than the quartette, and he
f01f In short h0p
"Pitchoune." he said to his compan-
ion. I'VE are better of in Algiers, mon
yieux. The desert is the place for us.
We shall get rid of fancies there and
do some hard fighting one way or an
other"
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 will take with you neither horses
nor dogs.
It was an order from the minister Of
war, just such a one as was sent to
some halfdozen other young officers,
all of whom, no doubt, felt more or
less discounted. III
Sabron twisted the telegram, put 1t
IN the fireplace and lighted his ciga-
rette with 1t, watching Pitchoune who,
finding himself comfortable corner
in the armchair, had settled down for
nap.
go" nodded the young man aloud.
,"I 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 a. they
pulled at his mustache, showed that
the command had touched him.
What shall l do with you. old fell
low?"
Although Sabron's- voice was low,
the dog. whose head was down upon
his paws. turned his bright brown
eyes on his master with 80 much con-
adence and affection that 1t completed
the work. sabron walked across the
dcor, smoking. the spurs on his heels
clanking, the light shining ON his bril-
liant boots and on his uniform He
was . splendid Hooking man with race
and breeding, and he combined with
his masculine force the gentleness Of
. woman.
They want me to Be lonely" Ne