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HIS LOVE STORY
by MARIE VAN VORST ILLUSTRATIONS by RAY WALTERS GOPY/ucvr or mr eoeas -neKKiu. eorfP»rrr CHAPTER XXVI. —18— Congratulations. The Due de Tremont saw what splendid stuff the captain in the Cavalry was made of by the young man’s quick convalescence. Sabron could not understand why Robert lin gered after the departure of the Mar quise d’Esclignac, the Comtesse de la Maine and Miss Redmond. The pres ence of the young man would have been agreeable if it had not been for his jealousy and his unhappiness. They played piquet together. Sab ron, in his right mind, thinner and paler, nevertheless very much of a man, now smoked his cigarettes and ate his three meals a day. He took a walk every day and was quite fit to leave the Orient. Tremont said: “I think, Sabron, that we can sail ihis week.” Sabron looked at him questioningly. ‘‘You are going, then, too—?” ‘‘Of course,” said the young noble man heartily. “We are going together You know I am going to take you back in my yacht.” Sabron hesitated and then said: ‘‘No, mon vieux, if you will excuse me I think I shall remain faithful to the old line of travel. I have an idea that I am not in yachting trim.” Tremont was not too dull to havo noticed his friend’s change of attitude toward him. He smoked for a few moments and then said: “When we get back to Paris I want to have the pleasure of introducing you to my fiancee.” Sabron dropped his cards. “Introducing me!” he repeated. Then putting out his hand, said cor dially: “I knew you were to be felici tated, old fellow.” Tremont shook his hand warmly. “Yes, and the lady is very anxious to know you. It is Madame de la Maine.” A very warm color flushed the checks of the invalid. He remem bered all he had heard and all he had known. He congratulated his friend with sincere warmth, and after a few moments said: “If you really want me to go back with you on the yacht, old chap—” “I really do,” said Tremont se renely. “You see, when we came on the boat we scarcely hoped to be so fortunate as to bring back the distlu gushed captain.” Sabron smiled. “But you have not told me yet,” he said, ‘‘why you came down.” “No.” said Tremont, “that is true Well, it will make a story for the sea.” CHAPTER XXVII. Valor In Retrospect. (n the month of May, when the eOestnuts bloom in the green dells, where the delicate young foliage #olds the light as in golden cups, a young man walked through one of the small allees of the Bois at the fash ionable noon hour, a little reddish dog trotting at his heels. The young man wulked with an imperceptible limp. He was thin, as men are who have lived hard and who have overcome tremendous obstacles. He was tanned as men are browned who have come from eastern and extreme southern countries. The little dog had also an imper roptlble limp occasioned by a bicycle GREAT NEED TO STOP WASTE Lesson That Should Be Impressed on America by the Frightful War In Europe. Waste Is the crime of today, and It Is especially the great crime of this awful war: waste In human life. In hope. In love, and in the common savings of us all. Millions of dollars’ worth of the savings of the people of this earth, all of them our brother* and our sisters, are dally burned up, exploded, and w*asted In the madness of the nations: and even that Is a trifle when we compare It to the great human value of the lives that are lost. It will not make any people rich: and we Americans, rarely fortu nate In not being Involved in the aw ful strife, shall And our part of the burden to bear. Some time the war will be over, and then waste must atop; It must stop if we are to ad vance In humanity and civilization over and beyond the yawning gap made by the lust of blood, pride of race, and the vanity of kings. The war las been In progress but a little running over him when he was a puppy. The two companions seemed im mensely to enjoy the spring day. Sab ron every now and then stood for a few moments looking at the gay passers-by, pedestrians and eques trians, enjoying to the full the repose of civilization, the beauty of his own land. Pitchoune looked with indifference upon the many dogs. He did not stir from his master’s side. When Sabron was quiet, the little animal stood at attention; he was a soldier’s dog. He could have told dog stories to those insignificant worldly dogs could have told of really thrilling adven tures. His brown eyes were pathetic with their appeal of affection as they looked up at his beloved master. He had a fund of experience such as the poodles and the terriers led by their owners could not understand. There fore Pitchoune was indifferent to them. Not one of those petted, ridiculous house dogs could have run for miles in the dark across an African desert, cDuld have found Beni Medinet and fetched relief to his master. Pitchoune was proud of it. He was very well satisfied with his career. He was still young; other deeds of valor per haps lay before him—who can tell? At any rate he had been shown about at the ministry of war, been very much admired, and he was a proud animal. When Sabron spoke to him he leaped upon him and wagged his tail. After a few moments, as the two stood near the exit of an allee leading to one of the grand avenues, Pitchoune slowly went in front of his master and toward two ladies sitting on a bench in the gentle warmth of the May sun light. Pitchoune, moved from his usual Indifference, gave a short bark, walked up to the. ladies, and began to snuff about their feet. The younger lady exclaimed, and then Sabron, lift ing his hat, came forward, the crimson color beating in his dark tanned cheeks. The Marquise d’Esclignac held out both hands to the officer: “It’s nearly noon,” she said, “and you don’t forget that you have prom ised to lunch with us, do you. Mon sieur le Capitaine?” Sabron, bending over her hand, as sured her that he had not forgotten Then his eyes traveled to her com panion. Miss Redmond wore a very simple dress, as was her fashion, but the young officer from Africa, who had not seen her near by until now and who had only caught a glimpse of her across the opera house, thought that he had never seen such a beautiful dress in all his life. It was made of soft gray cloth and fitted her closely, and in the lapel of her mannish little buttonhole she wore a few Parma vio lets. He recognized them. They had come from a bunch that he had sent her the night before. He kissed her hand, and they stood talking together, the three of them, for a few moments, Pitchoune stationing himself as a sen tinel by Miss Redmond’s side. The Marquise d’Esclignac rose. The young girl rose as well, and they walked on together. “Mes enfants,” said the Marquise d’Esclignac, “don’t go with your usual rush, Julia. Remember that Monsieur de Sabron is not as strong as Her cules yet. I will follow you with Pitchoune.” while and already the cost of It Is be ins borrowed from future generations; extra hard labor and sweat must come from infants now at their mothers’ breasts, to make good this debauch of blood and fire. And in the very measure that we waste Is the sentence at hard labor upon the ris ing generation prolonged We cannot get out of it by being American; the 1 debt is upon us, in unequal measure 1 it is true, but the debt, the obligation to make up the losses, is upon us all. —Atlantic. That Also to Be Thought Of. She was leaving the city for home, and by way of making her departure pleasant for those who had served her gave a nickel to a chambermaid, say ing. “Mary, you take a nice long car ride.” The maid replied: "Yes, ma’am; thank you, ma’am, but bow wITl I get back?" Observations of dog fights, side walk arguments and bleacher disputes should convince anybody that there is no occupation so hazardous as that of a neutral. THE CHEYENNE RECORD. But she spoke without knowledge of the dog. Now feeling that some un wonted happiness had suddenly burst upon the horizon that he knew, Pit choune seemed suddenly seized with a rollicking spirit such as had been his characteristic some years ago. He tore like mad down the path in front of Sabron and Miss Redmond. He whirled around like a dervish, he dashed across the road in front of automobiles, dashed back again, springing upon his master and whin ing at the girl’s feet. "See," said Sabron, “how happy he is.” “I should think he would be happy. He must have a knowledge of what an important animal he is. Just think! If he were a man they would give him a decoration.” And the two walked tranquilly side by side. Pitchoune ran to the side of the road, disappeared into a little forest all shot through with light. He came back, bringing the remains of an old rubber ball lost there by some other dog, and laid it triumphantly in front of Miss Redmond. “See," said Sabron, “he brings you his trophies." CHAPTER XXVIII. Happiness. Le Comte de Sabron finished his dressing. Brunet surveyed his master from the tip of his shining boots to his sleek, fair head. His expressive eyes said: “Monsieur le Capitaine is looking well tonight.” Brunet had never before given his master a direct compliment. His eyes only had the habit of expressing ad miration, and the manner In which he performed his duties, his devotion, were his forms of compliment. But Sabron’s long illness and absence, the fact that he had been snatched from death and given back to the army again, leveled between servant and master the Impassable wall of eti quette. "There will be a grand dinner to night, will there not, Monsieur le Capitaine? Doubtless Monsieur le Colonel and all the gentlemen will be there.” Brunet made a comprehen sive gesture as though he comprised the entire etat major. Sabron, Indeed, looked well. He was thin, deeply bronzed by the ex posure on the yacht, for he and Tre mont before returning to France had made a long cruise. Sabron wore the look of a man who has come back from a far country and is content. "And never shall I forget to the end of my days how Monsieur le Capitaine looked when I met the yacht at Mar seilles!” Brunet spoke reverently, as though he were chronicling sacred souvenirs. “1 said to myself, you are about to welcome back a hero, Brunet! Mon sieur le Capitaine will be as weak as a child. But 1 was determined that Monsieur le Capitaine should not read my feelings, however great my emo tion.” Sabron smiled. At no time in his simple life did Brunet ever conceal the most trifling emotion —his simple face revealed all his simple thoughts. Sabron said heartily: “Your control <Tas very fine, Indeed." “Instead of seeing a sick man. Mon sieur le Capitaine, a splendid-looking figure, with red cheeks and bright eyes, came off the boat to the shore I said to myself: ’Brunet, he has the air of one who comes back from a vic tory.' No one would have ever be lieved that Monsieur le Capitaine had been rescued from captivity.” Brunet's curiosity was very strong and as far as his master was con cerned he had been obliged to crush It down. To himself he was saying: "Monsieur le Capitaine is on the eve of some great event. When will he announce it to me? 1 am sure my master is going to be married.” Pitchoune, from a chair near by, assisted at his master’s toilet, one PALESTINE MAY HAVE BOOM Capitalists Planning to Make It a Great Tourist Center After the War. The allies already have reached an understanding regarding the disposi tion of the Holy Land and of the mosque of St. Sofia In Constantinople In the event of the fall of the Turk ish empire, according to Information reaching here from England through missionary channels The plan, these reports says, Is to make the Holy Land more accessible to travelers and to develop It as more of a tourist center than It has been under Turkish rule. St. Sofia, accord ing to the same Information, is to be come a cathedral of the Russian church. British capitalists are represented as already looking over the ground In Palestine with a view to the construc tion of trolley lines, the development of agriculture and the construction of modern hotela A seaport wnlch will be adapted to the expected in crease In commerce In Included in the moment holding the razor-strop be tween his teeth, then taking the clothes brush in his little grip. He was saying to himself: "I hope in the name of rats and cats my master is not going out without me!” Brunet was engaged to be married to the kitchen maid of the Marquise d’Esclignac. Ordonnances an,d scul lions are not able to arrange their matrimonial affairs so easily as are the upper classes. “Monsieur le Capltalne,” Bald the servant, his simple face raised to bis master’s, “I am going to be mar ried.” Sabron wheeled around: “Mon brave Brunet, when?” Brunet grinned sheepishly. "In five years, Monsieur le Capi taine,” at which the superior officer laughed heartily. “Is she an infant, are you educat ing her?” "When one is the eldest of a wid ow," said Brunet with a Bigh, “and the eldest of ten children—” The clock struck the quarter. Sab ron knew the story of the widow and ten children by heart. “Is the taxi at the door?” “Yes, Monsieur le Capltalne.” Pitchoune gave a sharp bark. “You are not invited," said his mas ter cruelly, and went gayly out, hli sword hitting against the stairs. *••*••• The Marquise d’Esclignac gave a brilliant little dinner to the colonel of Sabron’s squadron. There wera present a general or two, several men of distinction, and among the guests were the Due de Tremont and Madame de la Maine. Sabron, when he found himself at table, looked at everything as though in a dream. Julia Redmond sat opposite him. He had sent her Bowers and she wore them in her bodice. Madame de la Maine bent upon the young officer benignant eyes, the Due de Tremont glanced at him affectionately, but Sabron was only conscious that Julia's eyes did not meet his at all. They talked of Sabron’s captivity, of the engagement in Africa, of what the army was doing, would not do, oi might do, and the fact that the Duo de Tremont was to receive the deco ration of the Legion or Honor In July. Tremont toasted Sabron and the young officer rose to respond with flushing face. He looked affection ately at his friend who had brought him from death into life. The mo ment was intense, and the Marquise d’Esclignac lifted her glass: “Now, gentlemen, you must drink to the health of Pitchoune.” There was a murmur of laughter, Madame de la Maine turned to Sab ron: “I have had a collar made for Pit choune; it is of African leather set with real turquoise.” Sabron bowed: "Pitchoune will be perfectly enchanted, Madame; he will wear it at your wedding." (TO BE CONTINUED.) Making It Emphatic. She sailed into the telegraph office and rapped on the counter. As the clerk came forward to meet her he remembered that she had been there about ten minutes before. He won dered what she wanted this time. ■'Oh," she said, "let me have that telegram I wrote just now; I forgot something very important. I wanted to underscore ’perfectly lovely’ In acknowledging the receipt of that bracelet. Will it cost anything ex tra?" "No, ma’am,” said the clerk, as he handed her the message. The young lady drew two heavy lines beneath the words, and said: "It’s awfully good of you to let me do that. It will please Arthur evei so much."—Youth's Companion. Two Belts. "The belt worn by Napoleon at the battle of Waterloo shows that hla girth was 42 inches. Some belt, eb?” "Yes, but not a circumstance to ths belt that Wellington gave him.” plan The capitalists behind the ven ture are said to be favorable to the Zionist plan of populating Palestine with Jews from other countries. 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