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HIS LOVE STORY
by
MARIE VAN VORST
ILLUSTRATIONS BY RAY WALTERS
a?Ara/arr or Tveaoaai -ftstnt ll cosfPA/rY
CHAPTER I.
A Serious Even*.
I-e Comte de Salmon, in the undress
iniforin of captain lu the Cavalry.
sat smoking and thinking. . . .
What Is the use of being thirty years
>ld with the brevet of captain and
much distinction of family If you are
i poor man—in short, what is the good
of anything if you are alone In the
world and no one cares what becomes
of you?
He rang his bell, and when his
ordonnance appeared, said sharply:
‘ Que diable Is the noise in the sta
ble, Brunet? Don't you know that
when I smoko at this hour all Taras
con must be kept utterly silent?”
Tnrascon is never silent. No French
meridional town Is, especially in the
warm sunlight of a glorious May day.
'The noise, mon Capitaine," said.
Brunet, “is rather melancholy.”
’ Melancholy!” exclaimed the young
affieer. “It-’s infernal. Stop it at once.”
The ordonnance held his kepi in his
hand. Ho had a round good-natured
face and kind gray eyes that were
used to twinkle at his master’s humor
and caprices.
I beg pardon, mon Capitaine, but
a very serious event Is taking place.”
it will be more serious yet. Brunet,
If you don't keep things quiet.”
1 am sorry to tell, mon Capitaine,
that Michotte has just died."
Micliette!” exclaimed the master.
What relation is she of yours, Bru
net ?'
Ah, mon Capitaine," grinned the or
donnance. "relation! None! It is the
little terrier that Monsieur le Capi
iaiue may have remarked now and
then in the garden.” •
Sabron nodded and took his cigarette
out of Ills mouth as though in respect
for the deceased.
Ah. yes,” he said, “that melancholy
litlie dog! Well,_Brunet!”
•She has Just breathed her last,
mon Capitaine, and she is leaving be
hind her rather a large family.”
' I ain not surprised," said the officer.
There are six,” vouchsafed Bru
net, “of which. If mon Captalne Is
willing, I should like to keep one."
Nousense.” said Sabron, “on no ac
count. You know perfectly well, Bru
net, that I don't purround myself with
things that can make me Buffer. I
liavo not kept a dog In ten years. I
Iry not to care about my horses even,
everything to which I attach myself
dies or causes me regret and pain.
And I won't havo any miserable little
puppy to complicate existence."
I lien, mon Capitaine,” accepted the
ordonnance tranquilly. “I have given
sway five. The sixth is in the stable;
if Monsieur le Capitaine would come
down and look at It . . ."
Sabron rose, threw his ci L ar«tte
away and, following across the garden
In the light, went into the
stable where Madame Micliette, a
small wire-haired Irish terrier had
given- birth to a fine family and her
self gone the way of those who do
their duty to a race. In the straw at
his feet Sabron saw a ratlike, unpre
possessing little object, crawling about
feebly in search of warmth and nour
ishment, uttering pitiful little cries.
Its extreme loneliness and helpless
ness touched the big soldier, who said
curtly to his man;
"Wrap It up. and if you don't know
how to feed it I should not be sur
prised If I could Induce It to take a
little warm milk from a quill. At all
LEARN FACTS OF HEREDITY
Spread of Scientific Knowledge Has
Shown That Many Wrong Idea*
Have Been Held.
It has been well Bald that ghosts
and haunted houses decrease In fre
quency in a definite Inverse ratio to
the Increase of our means of light
ing. No self-respecting ghost will live
In a house lighted with electricity. In
which the person who should receive
tho ghostly visitant with due awe can
lust lean quietly out of bed. touch a
button and flash the whole room full
of light. The candle-lighted dwelling
was the favorite ghostly haunt. The
same Is true of the specter of the
heredity of disease. The more light
Is thrown on the subject the less sig
nificance heredity has.
This Is confirmed by a recent care
ful study In detail of the spread of
tuberculosis in five counties In Min
nesota made by an expert for the
state department of health. Tuber
culosis Is proved once more by this
study, as shown In the current public
health reports, to be an Infectious
events we shall have a ti*y with it.
Fetch It along to my rooms.”
And as he retraced his steps, leav
ing his order to be executed, he
thought to himself: The little beggar
is not much more alone in the world
than I am! As he said that he re
called a word in the meridional patois:
Pitchoune, which means “poor little
thiiig."
“I shall call It Pitchoune,” he
thought, “and we shall see if it can't
do better than its name suggests."
He went slowly back to his rooms
and busted himself at his table with
bis correspondence. Among the let
ters was an Invitation from the Mar
quise d'Esclignac, an American mar
ried to a Frenchman, and the great
lady of the country thereabouts.
“Will you not,” she wrote, “come to
dine with us on Sunday? I have my
niece with me. She would be glad to
see a French soldier. She.has ex
pressed such a wish. She comes from
a country where soldiers are rare. We
dine at eight.”
Sabron looked at the letter and Its
line clear handwriting. Its wording
was less formal than a French invita
tion is likely to be, and it gave him
a sense of cordiality. He had seen,
during his rides, the beautiful lines
of the Chateau d'Esclignac. Its tur
rets surely looked upon the Rhone.
There would be a divine view from
the terraces. It would be a pleasure
to go there. He thought more of what
6abron Looked at the Letter.
the place would be than of the people
In It, for he was something of a her
mit, rather a recluse, and very re
served.
He was writing a line of acceptance
when Brunet came in, a tiny bundle In
his hand.
“Put Pltchoune over there In the
sunlight," ordered the officer, “and we
shall see If we can bring him up by
hand.”
CHAPTER 11.
Julia Redmond.
He remembered all his life the first
dinner at the Chateau d'Escllgnac,
where from the terrace he saw the
Rhone lying under the early moon
light and the shadows falling around
the castle of good King Rene.
and rot a hereditary disease. Only
those catch the disease who are much
exposed to it, and then only when
both patient and those near him are
careless about the infection. There
la no reason for the dread of Inherit
ing it, and no good reason fdr fearing
Its contagion if even a few reasonable
precautions are taken.
Aatonlahed the Good Lady.
A few years ago a Ore occurred early
one morning at a house in Liverpool,
England, and as the staircase was well
alight before it was discovered the oc
cupants had to Beek some other means
of escape.
The companion to an elderly Invalid
lady was reading the newspaper report
of the Ore to her, which stated that
one servant escaped down a water pipe
at the back t>f the house.
At this statement the old lady ex
claimed:
“But how thin the poor dear must
have been!”
To prevent postage stamps from
sticking together, rub them over the
hair before putting them away.
THE CHETENNE RECORD.
As he passed In, his sword clanking
—lor he went In full dress uniform to
dine with the Marquise d’Esclignac—
he saw the picture the two ladles made
in their drawing-room: the marquise
In a very splendid dress (which he
never could remember) and her niece,
a young lady from a country whose
name it took him long to learn to pro
nounce, In a dress so simple that of
course he never could forget It! He
remembered for a great .many years
the fall of the ribbon at her pretty
waist, the bunch of sweet peas at her
girdle, and he always remembered the
face that made the charm of the pic
ture. '
Their welcome to him was gracious.
The American girl spoke French with
an accent that Sabron thou o it be
wildering'y charming, and he put aside
some of his reserve and laughed and
talked at. his ease. After dinner (this
he remembered with peculiar distinct
ness) Miss Redmond sang for him, and
although he understood none of the
words of the English ballad, he learned
the melody by heart and it followed
with him when he left. It went with
him as he crossed the terrace into the
moonlight to mount his horse: It went
homo with him; he bummed it, and
when he got up to his room he hummed
It again as he bent over the little roll
of flannel In the corner and fed the
puppy hot milk from a quill.
This was a painstaking operation
and required patience and delicacy,
both of (which the big man had at his
finger-tips. The tune of Miss Red
mond’s song did for a lullaby and the
puppy fell comfortably to sleep while
Sabron kept the picture of bis eve
ning's outing contentedly In bis mind.
But later he discovered that he was
not so contented, and junted the
hours when he might return.
He shortly made a call at the Cha
teau d’Esclignac with the result that
he had a new picture to add to his col
lection. This time It was the picture
of a lady alone; the Marquise d’Es
clignac doing tapestry. While Sabron
found that b~ had grown reticent
again, he listened for another step and
another voice and heard nothing; but
before he took leave there was a hint
of a second Invitation to dinner.
The marquise was very handsome
that afternoon and wore ye’, another
bewildering dress. Sabron’s simple
taste was dazzled. Nevertheless, she
made a graceful picture, one cf beau
ty and refinement, and the young sol
dier took it away with him. As his
horse began to trot, at the end of the
alley, near the poplars at the lower
end of the rose terrace he caught a
glimpse of a white dress (undoubtedly
a simpler dress than that wor_ by
Madame d’Esclignac).
CHAPTBR 111.
A Second Invitation.
"I don't think, mon Capitaine, that it
is any use,” Brunet told his master.
Sabron, In his shirt-sleeves, sat be
fore a table on which, In a basket, lay
Michette’s only surviving puppy. It
was a month old. Sabron already knew
how bright H- eyes were and how al
luring its young ways.
“Be still. Brunet,” commanded the
officer. “You do not come from the
south or you would be more sanguine.
Pltchoune l,as got to live.”
The puppy’s clumsy adventuresome
feet had taken him as far as the high
road, and on this day, ns it were in
order that ho should understand the
struggle for existence, a bicycle had
cut him down In the prime of his
youth, and now, according to Brunet,
"there wasn’t much use!”
Pltchoune was bandaged around his
hind quarters and his adorable little
head and forepawß came out of the
handkerchief bandage.
"He won't eat anything from me,
mon Capltalne,” said Brunet, and
Sabron ceremoniously opened the pup
py’s mouth and thrust down a dose.
Pltchoune swallowed obediently.
Sabron had Just returned from a
long hard day with his troops, and
tired out as he was, he forced himself
to give his attention to Pltchoune. A
FACTOR IN MODERN WARFARE
Commanding Generals Could Not
Handle Present Enormous Armies
Without the Motor.
With millions of men drawl. up In
battle array at one and the spme time,
to handle them effectively by old-time
methods would have been Impossible.
Even before ’e opposing fronts were
extended to their fullest degree In
France alone, they were officially de
clared to have attained a length of
300 miles, and one of 270 miles In the
east —figures which not only convey
some Indication of the stupendous
slxe of the engaging forces, but even
more emphatically suggest the tre
mendous responsibilities of the com
manders in chief.
Neverthelesalthough they have to
deal with millions Instead of tens of
thousands, the commanders concerned
have never had their forces so com
pletely under .ontrol; in every phase
of the warfare, whether of transport,
attack, defense or supply, the keynote
of the operation has been effectiveness
of the completest kind.
second Invitation to dinner lay on nis
table; be had counted the days until
this night It seemed too good to be
true, he thought, that another picture
was to add itself to.his collection! He
had mentally enjoyed the others
often, giving preference to the first,
when he dined at the chateau; but
there had been a thrill In the second
caused by the fluttering of the white
dress down by the poplar walk. '
To-night he would have the pleasure
of taking in Miss Redmond to dinner.
"See, mon Capitaine,” said Brunet,
"the poor little fellow can’t swallow
it"
The water trickled out from either
side of Pltchoune’s mouth. The sturdy
terrier refused milk In all forms, had
done so since Sabron weaned him; but
Sabron now returned to his nursery
days, made Brunet fetch him warm
milk and, taking the quill, dropped a
few drops of the soothing liquid. Into
which he put a dash of brandy, down
Pltchoune’s throat. Pitchoune swal
lowed, got the drink down, gave a
feeble yelp, and closed his eyes. When
he opened them the glazed look had
gone.
The ofllcer hurried Into his eve
ning clothes and ordered Brunet, as he
tied his cravat, to feed the puppy a lit
tle of the stimulant every hour until
"He Won’t Eat Anything From Me."
he should return. Pitchoune’s eyes,
now open, followed hts handsome mas
ter to the door. As Sabron opened It
he gave a pathetic yelp which made
the capltaine turn about.
"Believe me, mon Capltaine,” said
the ordonnance with melancholy fa
tality, “It Is no use. If I am left with
Pltchoune It will be to see him die. I
know his spirit, mon Capltaine. He
lives for you alone."
"Nonsense," said the young officer
Impatiently, drawing on his gloves.
Pitchoune gave a plaintive wail from
the bandages and .tried to stir.
"As for feeding him, mon Capltaine,”
the ordonnance threw up his hands,
“he will be stiff by the time . .
But Sabron was half-way down the
stairs. The door was open, and on the
porch he heard distinctly a third ten
derly pathetic wall.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Motorcycle on Wall.
Oolng at a speed of from seventy-five
to eighty-llve miles an hour a motor
cyclist succeeded in driving his ma
chine around the perpendicular wall
at the top of a motordrome. This Is
a regular amusement park feat for
motor cars, but is seldom attempted
with a motorcycle, since the machine
must be driven at terrific speed and
must stand out almost horizontally
from the wall. It is a good example
of the power of centrifugal force, as
well as of the skill and nerve of the
driver. —Popular Mechanics Magazine.
The motor, in short, has "speedjd
up” the war in away that could never
have been dreamed of by former gen
erations. Never have the movements
of troops been bo rapid; for, instead
of men having to wait for ammunition
and food supplies, these have been
conveyed by motor wagons which can
travel, if need be, much faster than
the armies themselves. —Charles L.
Freeston In Scribner's Magazine.
Making News.
Reporter—Madam, you may recol
lect that we printed yesterday your
denial of having retracted the contra
diction of your original statement
Would you care to have us say that
you were misquoted in regard to It?—
Life.
Cause and Effect
"1 wonder why it la so damp and
foggy in London?”
"It’s the fault of their government”
"How do you make that out?”
“They have such long reigns there."
Tou cannot buy experience oa ered-
Temperance
(Conducted by the National Woman’s
Christian Temperance Union.)
RAILROADS AN! RUM.
A certain railroad, says Colliers’,
announces with pardonable pride that
It carried last year on its 26,000 miles
ot track 188,111,876 passengers, and
not one of these passengers was
killed in a train accident. “That,”
says the Canton (O.) Daily News, “is
one of the biggest zeroes, one of the
mightiest noughts, that the year has
to boast of.” Another newspaper, the
Butler (Pa.) Citizen, writes: “There
Is no doubt whatever that this condi
tion was rendered possible only by the
company insisting on strict sobriety
on the part of its employees. With
drunken engineers, drunken dispatch
ers, and drunken conductors, accidents
and deaths would have-been common.
Drinking on the part of employees
used to cost their employers a lot ot
mflhey one way or another. But now
adays it only costs the railroad man
his job.”
DRUNKENNESS AND DIVORCE.
A home a day, it is stated, was
wrecked by divorce last year in Chi
cago. A Chicago newspaper, investi
gating as to what extent alcohol is
responsible, gives a summary of its
findings. Habitual drunkenness, it
says, is the charge in 162 of these di
vorce cases. To this charge others
were added in 124 cases. In 99 of
these (in which the charge was drunk
enness and cruelty), women were the
complainants. These two charges ap
pear together more frequently than
any other one combination of charges
on which divorces were granted. The
cases tabulated were tried before
judges of the superior court. Others
which came before the circuit court
were not tabulated.
DECREASE IN WHISKY.
The following figures are from the
Wall Street Journal: Production of
whisky ia Kentucky in January was
1,980,000 gallons, against 6,102,452 gal
lons in January, 1914; production in
Pennsylvania was 1,073,808 gallons in
January, against 1,662,445 a year ago,
and in Maryland 606,919 gallons,
agalnßt 918,582. Whisky bottled in
bond in January was 691,508 gallons,
as compared with 928,187 in January,
1914. The Kentucky decrease for one
month was 66 2-3 per cent, the Penn
sylvania decrease practically 33 per
cent and the Maryland dealers over 40
per cent.
ENLIGHTENED PRACTICE.
The remarkable change in the at
titude of the medical profession to
ward the use of alcohol in the treat
ment of disease is shown by the rec
ords of.the Cincinnati hospital, an in
stitution among the greatest of its
clasß in the world and located in one
of the whisky centers of the United
States. For the year 1914 only seven
pints of intoxicants were used for its
patients for the entire twelve months,
while during six months of 1898, al
though the capacity of the hospital
was considerably less, the records
show the use of more than seventeen
hundred pints of whisky, beer, wine
and gin.
A PROGRESSIVE DISEASE.
Families that serve wine at meals
are doing the greatest injustice to
their children, for instead of allowing
them to drink anything but nonintoxi
cating drinks they are starting that
progressive disease that may end in
their ultimate death or disgrace. To
see a beautiful young girl drink a
cocktail or even a glass of sherry
offends health aristocrats, for they
know that poison is contained in every
drop. The misfortune of all poison
taking lies not only in the always ad
vancing appetite but in the always
receding will. —Lillian Russell.
LIQUOR AS HOME WRECKER.
The searchlight is being thrown up
on the alcoholic question from every
angle of vision. Chicago Herald has
investigated from the matrimonial
angle. To what extent is alcohol re
sponsible for the wrecking of houses
by divorce? Answering this question
for Chicago—which city, it is said,
had a divorce a day last year—the
Herald gave a tabulated report. Its
findings show among other things that
the two charges of habitual drunken
ness and cruelty are more frequent in
divorce cases than any other one com
bination of charges.
VODKA AND WAR.
"The greatest single sentence ever
uttered for prohibition,” Charles
Johnson asserts in the American Re
view of Reviews, came from the lips
of M. Kharitonoff, controller of the
Russian treasury, speaking before the
budget committee of the Russian par
liament. It ran thus: "With the war
and without vodka Russia is more
prosperous than with vodka and with
out the war.”