Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1919-01-26

dissuaded him from that fatal course.
The man who tries to escape from
the grip OF the legion Is, In ninety.
nine out of hundred cases. brought
back, and when he Is brought back.
heaven help him.
Take my advice" said Radoub.
"and leave that alone. No good. Stick
to IT as ! have done, and make the
years and ten months tomorrow. and
in another two months / walk out
like gentleman"
"Well.' said Casmir. II have been
In 1t only six months. and In another
'%f Have no yoar way you said M R ss
you are fool. DO you thing clever
man like myself would not have cut
and run year. ago had there been
The bugle was sounding Fall in."
and the morning exercises went on.
At II O'Clock, sweating. dusty, tagged
out, but cheerful. the vast regiment OF
DICTIONARIES. wheeling in column for
nation to the sound OF drums as well
As they passed through the gates.
Radoub flung word to small and
dusty dog that was hanging about the
gate. 1t was Choc.
He had picked UP Choo one night, .
pounded Of all the known breeds Of dog
with the exception Of the nobiest.
Choc was dust-colored, his hair stood
in permanent bristle upon his shoulders,
and he was terrific in battle; he had
fought everything in sidibel, Abbes and
parade ground Of the foreign legion. and
without any manner of doubt his family
tree, had 1t been worked back, would
have disclosed an Irish terrier son1e-
where In the not remote distance: But
the fighting qualities Of Choc made less
appeal to Radoub than the fact that hs
was an out-and-out blackguard, an ex-
pert thief. an apache.
I have said that Choc was hanging
about the gate. That was the impress
waiting OF dog for It's master; It was
the waiting Of a confederate for his mate
at public house door or the corner
Of race course. There was no tall
wagging. As the column passed in, the
dust-colored one smiling about did not
even cast an eye at Radoub. Then,
when the last files had passed the gate
way. he skunk In after them and hung
about In tho courtyard till Radoub. who
was friend Of the cook. came out OF tho
cookhouse with q bone for him.
This happened every day. Choc. who
slept in some hole or corner OF the
town best known to himself, paid two
daily visits to the barracks. ono at IL
and one at 6.
At II o'clock he got a bone, or, by
he appeared to accompany his master
into the town.
At 9 o'clock every day the work Of
the legion IL over. and you may see
the legionnaires. spick and span,
streaming through the barrack gates
to the town. there to amuse them
selves as best they can. They have
no money. literally no money. The
cent a day paid by the government
scarcely serves for tobacco; they have
to buy their own SOAP mostly, and
washing 10 big item in a regiment
where white uniforms of washable
materials are worn, and must be worn
speckless.
Radoub had taught Choc a lot of
tricks. In the Place Eadi Carnot Of
an evening. with the band playing a
march. you might have seen Choc
on his hind legs marching up and
down before his master. Visitors to
Sidi-bel-Abbes, attracted by the AMI
mails queer appearance and his
tricks, would question Radoub about
him, and the result was nearly al
ways profitable to Radoub. 1t was
said that ChoC stole cigarettes for him
In the native quarters of tho town,
sneaking packets from the Moslem
traders stalls while Radoub held the
latter In light conversation, and not
only cigarettes, but articles more
bulky and more valuable.