The Lemmon herald. (Lemmon, Perkins County, S.D.) 1912-1917, 1915-10-13
CHAPTER vi-Ccntinued.

flchoune, whose eyes had follow ed
he cat out of sight, sprang upon his
master and seemed quite ready fo'
the new departure.
Il shall at least have you" Sabron
said. 1T will be your first campaign
I We shall have some famous runs and
Lshall introduce you to a camel and
make you acquainted with several
donfeys, not to speak of the historic
Arab steeds. You will see. my friend
that there are otner 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.
Gil OF whom, no doubt, felt more or
less discounted
Sabron twisted the telegram, put it
IN the fireplace and lighted his ciga-
rette with it. watching Pitchoune who
finding himself comfortable corner
In the armchair, had settled down for
anap.
So,' 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 | dc with you, old fel-
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 it completed
the work. Sabrop walked across the
moor, 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
evenings 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."
brunet returned with 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 his cigarette.
Nor will II be necessary to take
personal servant. The indigenes are
capable ordonnances.
AS he took the letter from Brurets
salver he said curtly:
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.
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.
ters. Those" said the officer curtly.
ARE the orders from headquarters and
the least said about them the better. /"
The rudy cheek OF the servant
turned pale. lie mechanically touched
his forehead
"Bien. mon Capitsins," he mur.
INJURED, with little catch In his voice
He stood at attention. then wheeled
and without being dismissed. stalkod
out OF the room.
Pitchoune did not follow lie 70
NAMED immovsble Ike a little dog cut
nom bronze. hs understood who
shall ssy-how much vi the tsnvarsa
ton? Sabron threw away his eiga
rette. then read his letter by tho man
uepiece. leaning bis arm upon IT He
read slowly. lie had broken thn sasi
slowly. II was the first letter he had
ever seen In ibis handwriting !, was
written In French md ran thus
Monsieur Hg Hutt ytsHss me n, "a,
ron ~ sGtJ sill obtra ~ - s,tt li,ff
~r'yp sttt Ftt4nu Yys fat,
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