Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1915-04-09
CHAPTER xl.
A saor.d Trust.

- - sacred trust.
His eyes had grown accustomed to
q glare Of the beautiful sands, but
= sense OF beauty was never satisfied
in looking at the desert picture and
mixing In the glory and the lowell
lss OF the melancholy waste. Stand
B In the door Of his tent in fatigue
,iform. he said TO Pitchoune:
II could be perfectly happy here II
were not alone"
lPitchoune barked. He had not
own accustomed 10 the desert. He
3ted H. II slipped away froIl under
little feet; he could not run on II
9Th any comfort. He spent his days
w in his masters tent OF royalty
trched on a camel. crouching close
sabron's man servant when they
ant on a explorations.
Yes" said sabron. If | we're not
one. I don't mean you. mon vieux.
% are a great deal. but you really
mt count. you know"
Before his eyes the sands we're as
nix as countless rose leaves To
lbron they were as fragrant as How
g. The peculiar in~censelike odor
at hovers above the desert when the
N declines was to him the most de-
ksious thing he had ever inhaled. All
10 west was as red as fire. The day
I'D been hot and there came up the
Dol breeze that would give them a de-
cious night. Overhead. one by one.
a watched the poisoning out OF the
reat stars; each one hung above his
snely tent like q bridal flower in a
ell OF blue. On all sides. like white
stalls on the desert face. were the
ants Of his men and his officers. and
rom the encampment came the hum
I military life. yet the silence to him
was profound. He had only to order
Is stallion saddled and to ride away
tor a little distance in order to be
\ lone with the absolute stiffness.
n This he often did and took his
thoughts with him and came back &c
lis tent more conscious of his solitude
very night of his life.
There had been much looting of car
tvans in the region by brigands. ant
his business was that Of sentinel fol
he commerce Of the plains. Thievinl
Ind rapacious tribes were under hi:
aye and his care. Tonight, as he stood
looking toward the west into the glow
shading his eyes with his hand. he saw
coming toward them what he knew L
be a caravan from Algiers. His ordon
nance was a native soldier, n Of thu
desert tribes. black as ink. and scare
ly more childlike than Brunei and pre-
sumably as devoted.
.Mustapha." Sabron ordered, "fetcl
3e out a lounge chair" He spoke IL
french and pointed. for the man un
fierstood imperfectly and Sabron dill
not yet speak Arabic.
He threw himself down. lighted
fresh cigarette, dragged Pitchoune b.
tho nape Of hfs neck up to his lap, an,
the two sat watching the caravan
slowly grow into individuals OF camel
and riders and finally mass itself 4
shadow within some four or Eve hur
dred yards OF the encampment.
The sentiaels and the soldiers bega
10 gather and Sabron saw a slngl
footman making his way toward tn
I camp.
Co" he said to Mustapha. "and Sc
what message the fellow brings to tn
I regiment"
Mustapha went. and after a little n
turned. followed by the man himself,
black bearded. half-naked Bedouil
swathed in d~ust-colored burnoose an
carrying a bag.
He bowed to Captain de Sabron an
extended the leather bag. On the on
side OF the leather there was a tick,
pasted, which read:
'The Post for the - Squadron
Cavalry"
Sabron added mentally:
wherever II may happen to be-
He ordered bakshish given to Il
man and sent him of. Then he opene
the French mail. He was not moi
than three hundred miles from Algier
II had taken him a long time to wor
down to Dirbal. however. and they hs
had some hardships. He felt a milliC
miles away. The look of the primiti,
mail bag and tho knowledge OF no
far II had travelled to find the Poop
to whom these letters we're address,
made his hands %reverent as he u
fastened the sealed labels. He look,
the letters through. returned the bl
to Mustapha and sent him OF to d
tribute the post.
Then, for the light was bad, br
liant though the night might be,
went into his tent with his own ma
On his dressing table was a small
Elimination consisting of a fat cand
set In a glass case. The mosquito