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HIS LOVE STORY
by MARIE VAN VORST
ILLUSTRATIONS by RAY WALTERS
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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. Mis
sionary leaders are interested in the
scheme aB affording a center of Chris
tian inspiration and worship.
Responsibility and Prayer.
"We learn on unimpeachable au
thority that Lord Fisher, first sea lord
at the admiralty, makes a habit of go
ing to a certain church practically
every day for prayer and meditation
before beginning his responsible du
ties,” says the Church Family News
paper: "we understand also that Lord
Kitchener follows out a similar rule
whenever he is in London.” —London
Olobe.
Siberia’s Mighty River.
The Irtish river, in Siberia, is 2,200
miles long, and drains 600,000 miles of
territory.
Sound lumber, 26 years old, baa
been proved by a German government
test to be materially stronger than
new stock.
"GASCARETS” FOR
LIVER, BOWELS
For sick headache, bad breath,
Sour Stomach and
constipation.
Get a 10-cent box now.
No odds how bad your liver, stomach
or bowels; how much your head
aches, how miserable and uncomfort
able you are from constipation, indiges
tion, biliousness and sluggish bowels
—you always get the desired results
with Cascarets.
Don't let your stomach, liver and
bowels make you miserable. Take
Cascarets to-night; put an end to the
headache, biliousness, dizziness, nerv
ousness, sick, sour, gassy stomach,
backache and all other distress;
cleanse your inside organs of all the
bile, gases and constipated matter
which is producing the misery.
A 10-cent box means health, happi
ness and a clear head for months.
No more days of gloom and distress
if you will take a Cascaret now and
then. All stores sell Cascarets. Don’t
forget the children —their little in
sides need a cleansing, too. Adv.
A Perplexing Question.
A Cornell professor and his wife
were entertaining at dinner a few
weeks ago. In the midst of the gayety
at table a child's voice was heard com
ing from the floor above.
"Mother!” he cried.
"What is it, Archie," she asked.
"There's only clean towels in th«
bathroom. Shall I start cne?” —Har-
per’s Bazar.
BIG EATERS HAVE BAD
KIDNEYS AND BACKACHE
Take a Glass of Salts at Once If Your
Back Is Hurting or Kidneys and
Bladder Trouble You.
The American men and women mnst
guard constantly against Kidney trou
ble, because we eat too much and all
our food is rich. Our blood Is filled
with uric acid which the kidneys
strive to filter out, they weaken from
overwork, become sluggish; the elimi
native tissues clog and the result is
kidney trouble, bladder weakness and
a general decline in health.
When your kidneys feel like lumps
of lead; your back hurts or the urine
is cloudy, full of sediment or you are
obliged to seek relief two or three
times during the night; if you suffer
with sick headache or dizzy, nervous
spells, acid stomach, or you have rheu
matism when the weather is bad, get
from your pharmacist about four
ounces of Jad Salts; take a table
spoonful in a glass of water before
breakfast for a few days and your kid
neys will then act fine. This famous
salts is made from the acid of grapes
and lemon juice, combined with llthia,
and has been used for generations to
flush and stimulate clogged kidneys;
to neutralize the acids in the urine so
it no longer is a source of irritation,
thus ending bladder disorders.
Jad Salts is inexpensive; cannot in
jure, makes a delightful effervescent
lithia-water beverage, and belongs in
every home, because nobody can make
a mistake by having a good kidney
flushing any time. —Adv.
Sticks in His Crop.
"What's Badger looking so Bour'
over?” -v
"He was forced to swallow bis pride
and he can’t digest it.”
Important to Mothers
Examine carefully every bottle ol
CASTORIA, a safe and sure remedy for
infants and children, and see that it
Signature of
In Use for Over 30 Years.
Children Cry for Fletcher’s Castoria
The Best Excuse.
Brown —Ignorance of the law ex
cuses no cne.
Smith —Quite so. It is much better
to be rich and hire good lawyers.—
Life.
Piles Relieved by First Application
And cured lnetoudays br PAZ.O OINTMENT tbs
universal remedy for all forms of Files. Druggist!
refund money If it falls. Me.
Method.
Brown —Is Jones strictly neutral?
Mrs. Jenks —Yes; he sides with
whoever he’s talking with!
PREPAREDNESS I
To Fortify The System Against Grip
when Grip is prsvslent LAXATIVE BROMO
QUININE sbonld be taken, as this combination
of Quinine with other ingredients, destroys
germs, sets as a Tonic sod Laxative and thn.
keeps the system in condition Co withstand
Colds. Grip and Infloensa. There is only one
"BROMO QUININE.” E. W. GROVE'S sig
nature on bog. esc.
English colonies total 11,002,321
square miles in'area, with a population
Of 389,605.035.