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iuu are gong 10 Aigrers tomorrow,
Monsieur do Sa5rons" Miss Redmond
smiled. and how was Sabron 30 real
/ ize that she could not very we'll have
wept there and then. had sho wished
to do soY
Yes" he said Il adore my regi-
ment. love my work, 7 have al
ways wanted to see colonial service"
Have yous 1t is delightful to find
ones ambitions and desires satisfied"
said Miss Redmond Il have always
longed to see the desert Ii must be
beautiful or course you are going to
take Pitchoune?"
All" exclaimed Sabron. that is
Just what am not going to do"
What" she cried You aro never
going to leave that darling dog be-
hind you?"
Il must. unfortunately. My superior
officers do not allow me to take horses
or dogs. or even my servant"
"Heavens!" she exclaimed, What
brutes they are, Why, Pitchoune will
die of broken heart Then shs
said: You are leaving him with your
man servant"
Sabron shook his head
Brunei would not be able to keep
him"
"Ah!" she breathed He is looking
for a home? Is he? II so, would you
| . might l take care OF Pit
chounee"
The Frenchman impulsively put out
his hand and she laid her own in it,
You are too good" he murmured,
/ Thank YOU. Pitchoune will thank
you"
He kissed her hand. That was all.
From within the salon came the
noise of voices. and the bow Of the
violoncellist was beginning new con-
certo They stood looking at each
other. No condition could have pre-
vented it although the Marquise
d'Esclignac was rolling toward them
across the polished floor of the music
room. AS though Sabron realized that
| he might never see this lovely young
woman again, probably never would
see her. and wanted before he left to
have something made clear he asked
quickly:
could you, Mademoiselle, in a word
or two tell me the meaning OF the Eng
lish song YOU sang?"
She flushed and laughed slightly.
Well, it is not very easy to put it
in prose- she hesitated. Things
sound so differently in music and
poetry; but 1t MEANS" she said in
French. bravely, why, it is a sort of
prayer that someone you love very
much should be kept safe night and
day. That's about all There is lit
tie sadness in ii, as though" and her
cheeks glowed, "as if there was a sort
Of separation. 1t means
"Ah." breathed the officer deeply,
Il understand, Thank you"
And just then Madame dEsclignac
! rolled up between them and with an
unmistakable satisfaction presented to
her niece the gentleman she had Sc
cured.
My dear Julia. my godson, the
Due de fremont" And Sabron bowed
to both the ladies. to the duke, and
went away.
This was the picture he might add
20 his collection: the older woman in
her vivid dress, Julia in her simpler
gown, and the titled Frenchman bow
ing over her hand
When he went out to the front ter
race Brunei was there with his horse.
and Pitchoune was there as well, stiff
ly waiting at attention.
| Brunei said the officer to his
man, will you take Pitchoune around
to the servants quarters and give him
to Miss Redmond's maid? am going
to leave him here
Good, mon Capitaine." said the
ordonnance, and whistled to the dog.
Pitchoune sprang toward his master
with short sharp bark. What he un-
derstood would be hard to say, but all
that he wanted to do was to remain
with Sabron. Sabron bent down and
, stroked him.
/ Go. my friend. with Brunet Go,
mon vieuy, 60" he commanded stern
ly and the little dog, trained to
obedience as soldiers dog should be,
trotted reluctantly at the heels of the
ordonnance. and the soldier threw his
l leg over tho saddIa ord rodo ouav