Evening Republican, Volume 19, Number 193, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 16 August 1915 — Page 2

HISLOVE STORY

by MARIE VAN VORST

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SYNOPSIS. —TO ■■ X>e Comte <e Sabron. captain of French cavalry, takas to hla quarters to raise by hand a motherless Irish terrier pup. and names It Pttehoune. He dines with the Marquise d'Eeclifnae and meets Miss Julia Redmond. American heiress. He Is ordered to Algiers but Is not allowed to hake servants or dogs. Mies Redmond takes care of Pltchoune, who. longing for his master, runs away from her. The marquise plans to marry Julia to the Due de Tremont. Pltchoune follows Sabron to Algiers, dog and master meet, and Sabron gets permission to keep his dog with him. The Due de Tremont finds the American heiress capricious. Sabron, wounded In an engagement, falls Into the dry bed of a river and la watched over by Pl ,c h° un *_ After a horrible night and day Pltchoune leaves him. Tremont takes Julia and the marquise to Algiers In his yacht but has doubts about Julia's Red Cross mission. CHAPTER XVll—Continued.

She had done this for several days, hat now she was restless. Sabron was not In Algiers. No news had keen brought of him. His regiment had been ordered out farther into the desert that seemed to stretch away Into infinity, and the vast cruel sands knew, and the stars knew where Babron had fallen and what was his history, and they kept the secret The marquise made herself as much at home as possible in Algiers, put up with the inefficiency of native servants, and her duty was done. Her first romantic elan was over. Sabron had recalled to her the idyl of a loveaffair of a quarter of a century before, but ahe had been for too long Marquise d'Bscllgnac to go back to •n ideal. She pined to have her niece a duchess, and never Bpoke the nnfortunate Sabron’s name.

They were surrounded -y fashionable life. As soon as their arrival had been made known there had been a flutter of cards and a passing of carriages and automobiles, and this worldly life added to the unhappiness and restlessness of Julia. Among the guests had been one woman whom •he found sympathetic; the woman’s eyes had drawn Julia to her. It was Com tease de la Maine, a widow, young as herself and, as Julia said, vastly better-looking. Turning to Tremont on the balcony, when he told her ahe was beautiful, she said: “Madame de la Maine Is my ideal of loveliness."

The young man wrinkled his fair brow. "Do you think so. Mademoiselle? Why?" "She has character as well as perfect lines. Her eyes look as though they could weep and laugh. Her mouth looks as though it could say adorable things.” Tremont laughed softly and said: “Go on, you amuse me.” “And her hands look as though they could caress and comfort I like her awfully. I wish she were my friend." Tremont said nothing, and she glanced at him suddenly. “She says such lovely things about you. Monsieur.” "Really! She is too indulgent” “Don’t be worldly,” said Miss Redmond gravely, "be human. I like you best so. Don’t you agree with me?” "Madame de la Maine is a very charming woman," said the young man, and the girl saw a change come over his features. **

At this moment as they stood so together, Tremont pulling his mustache and looking out through the bougainvillea vines, a dark figure made its way through the garden to the villa, came and took its position under the balcony where the duke and Miss Redmond leaned. It was a native, a man in filthy rags. He turned bis face to Tremont and bowed low to the lady.

“Excellency,” he said in broken French, “my name is Hammet Abou. 1 was the ordonnance of Monsieur le Capitaine de Sabron.’’ “What!” exclaimed Tremont, “what did you say?” “Ask him to come up here,” said Julia Redmond, “or, no—let us go down to the garden.” “It is damp,” said Tremont, ‘let me get you a shawl.” “No, no, I need nothing.” She had hurried before him down the little stairs leading into the garden from the balcony, and she had begun to speak to the native before Tremont appeared. In this recital he addressed his words to Julia alone. “I am a very poor man. Excellency/’ be said in a mellifluous tone, “and very ■ick.” “Have you any money. Monsieur?” “Pray do not suggest it/’ said the duke sharply. “Let him tell what he will; we will pay him later.” "I have been very sick,” said the mmn have left the army. I do Hot like the French army," said,.the native simply. “You are very frank,” said Tremont brutally. “Why do you come here at any rate?" “Hnsh," said Julia Redmond imploringly. “po not anger him. Monsieur, he may have news.” She asked: "Have you news?" and there was a note in her voice that made Tremont jglanee at her. “I have eoen the excellency and k»r grandmother,” said the native, " '■ >

“many times going into the garrison." “What news have -you of Captain de Sabron?” asked the girl directly. Without replying, the man said In a melancholy voice: “I was his ordonnance, I saw him fall in the battle of Dirbal. 1 saw him shot in the side. I was Bbot, too. See?" He started to pull away his rags. Tremont clutched him. “You beast.’’ he muttered, and pushed him back. “If you have anything to say, say it.” Looking at Julia Redmond's colorless face, the native asked meaningly: “Does the excellency wish any news ?”

"Yes." said Tremont, shaking him. “And if you do not give it, it will be the worse for you.” “Monsieur le Capltaine fell, and I fell, too; I saw no more.” Tremont said: “You see the fellow Is half lunatic and probably knows nothing about Sabron. I shall put him out of the garden.” But Miss Redmond paid no attention to her companion. She controlled her voice and asked the man: “Was the Capltaine de Sabron alone?” “Except,” said the native steadily, with a glance of disgust at the duke, "except for his little dog.” “Ah!” exclaimed Julia Redmond, with a catch in her voice, “do you hear that? He must have been his servant. What was the dog’s name?” “My name,” said the native, “is Hammet Abou.” To her at this moment Hammet Abou was the most important person in North Africa.

"What was the little dog’s name, Hammet Abou?” The man raised his eyes and looked at the white woman with admiration. "Pltchoune,” he said, and saw the effect. Tremont saw the effect upon her, too. ”1 have a wife and ten children,” said the man, “and I live far away.” "Heavens! I haven’t my purse,” said Julia Redmond. “Will you not give him something, Monsieur?” “Walt," said Tremont, “wait What else do you know? If your informa-

"Now Speak Without Reserve."

tion is worth anything to us we will pay you, don’t be afraid.” “Perhaps the excellency’s grandmother would like to hear, too,” said the man naively. Julia Redibond smiled: the youthful Marquise d’Esclignac! Once more Tremont seized the man by the arm and shook him a little. “If you don’t tell what you have to say and be quick about it, my dear fellow, I shall hand you over to the police.” “What for?” said the man, “what have I done?” "Well, what have you got to tell, and how much do you want for it?” "I want one hundred francs for this,” and he pulled out from his dirty rags a little packet and held it up cautiously.

It looked like a package of letters and a man’s pocketbook. “You take it,” said the Due de Tremont to Julia Redmond, “you take it. Mademoiselle.” She did so without hesitation; it was evidently Sabron’s pocketbook, a leather one with his initials upon It, together with a little package of letters. On the top she saw her letter to him. Her hand trembled so that she could scarcely hold the package. It seemed to be all that was left to her. She heard Tremont ask: "Where did you get this, you miserable dog?" “After the battle,” said the man coolly, with evident truthfulness, “I was very sick. We were in camp several days at w Then J got better

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•ad want along tba dried rtvur bank to look for Monsieur le Capltaine, and I found this in the sands." "Do you believe him?" asked Julia Redmond. "Hum," said Tremont He did not wish to tell her he thought the man capable of robbing the dead body of his master. He asked the native: “Have you no other news?” The man was silent He clutched the rags at his breast and looked at Julia Redmond.

"Please give him some money, Mon* sleur.” “The dog!" Tremont shook him again. “Not yet." And he said to the man: “If this Is all you have to tell we will give you one hundred francs for this parcel. You can go and don’t return here again.” “But it Is not all,” said the native quietly, looking at Julia Her heart began to beat like mad and she looked at the man. His keen dark eyea seemed to pierce her. “Monsieur," said the American girl boldly, “would you leave me a moment with him? I think he wants to speak with me alone.” But the Due de Tremont exclaimed in surprise:

“To speak with you alone. Mademoiselle! Why should he? Such a thing is not possible!” “Don’t go far,” she begged, “but leave us s moment, I pray.” When Tremont, with great hesitation, took a few steps away from them and she stood face to face with the creature who 7 had been with Sabron and Been him fall, ahe said earnestly: "Now speak without reserve. Tell me everything.” The face of the man was transformed. He became human, devoted, ardent.

“Excellency," he said, swiftly in his halting French, ‘T love Monsieur la Capltaine. He was so kind and such a brave soldier. I want to go to find Monsieur le Capltaine, but I am ill and too weak to walk. I believe I know where he 1b hid—l want to go." The girl breathed: “Oh, can it be possible that what you say is true, Hammet Abou? Would you really go If you could?” The man made, with a graceful gesture of his hand, a map in the air.

“It was like this?” he said; "I think he drew himself up the bank. I followed the track of his blood. I was too weak to go any farther, Excellency.” “And how could you go now?" she asked. “By caravan, like a merchant, secretly. I would find him.” Julia Redmond put out a slim hand, white as a gardenia. The native lifted it and touched hia forehead with it. “Hammet Abou,” she said, “go away for tonight and come tomorrow —we will see you, ” And without waiting to speak again to Monsieur de Tremont, the native slid away out of the garden like a shadow, as though his limbs were not weak with disease and his breast shattered by shot.

When Monsieur de Tremont had walked once around the garden, keeping his eyes nevertheless on the group, he came back toward Julia Redmond, but not quickly enough, for she ran up the stairs and into the house with Sabron’s packet In her hand. CHAPTER XVIII. Two Lovely Women. There was music at the Villa des Bougainvilleas. Miss Redmond sang; not “Good-night, God Keep Yon Safe,” but other things. Ever since her talk with Hammet Abou she had been, if not gay, in good spirits, more like her old self, and the Marquise d’Esclignac began to think that the image of Charles de Sabron had not been cut too deeply upon her mind. The marquise, from the lounge In the shadow of the room, enjoyed the picture

(Sabron would not have added It to his collection) of her niece at the piano and the Due de Tremont by her side. The Comtesse de la Maine sat in a little shadow of her own, musing and enjoying the picture of the Due de Tremont and Miss Redmond very Indifferently. She did not .:ing, she had no parlor accomplishments. She was poor, a widow, and had a child. She was not a brilliant match. (TO BE CONTINUED.)

Hunting on Lower Colorado.

To the hunter of game, both large and small, the Colorado will appear most notable as being the gateway to what is undoubtedly the best eaßlly reached shooting ground in North America, the delta country about the head of the Gulf of California in Mexico. Here, besides a wealth of bird life that is equaled by few regions U; the world, are to be found wild pig oi javelin, deer, mountain lion, .jaguar, wildcat, coyote, antelope and mountain sheep. The delta country, with its hunting, is generally the objective of the Colorado voyageur in any case* and for one whose time is limited the most expeditious plan will be to outfit at Yuma and float down the river to the end of the gulf from that point With plenty of time at one’s disposal, it will be worth while to make the Needles the point of embarkation, as the stretch between there and Yuma offers a rare combination of fine scenery with safe going that 1b equaled by few streams in America. —Outing.

Old Tree Dead.

One of the oldest trees in America, at Ravenna Park. Seattle. Wash, is dead. It is a fir tree 180 feet tab with a diameter of 20 feet and a dr cumference of 68 feet. It is supposed to W eighteen hundred or two that sand years old. r — 77

Germans and Austrians bringing into position a mortar battery during the tremendous drive of the Teuton allies on Warsaw,

CUT ALASKAN TIMBER

Big Supply Needed for United States Railroad. Engineering Commission Is Given Permit to Take 85,000,000 Feet From Chugach National Forest for Use on New Line. Washington. —The Alaskan engineering commission, which is to build the government railroad from Seward on the Pacific 471 miles to Fairbanks in the interior, has received a permit from the forest service to cut 85,000,000 feet of timber in the Chugach national forest for use in constructing the new line. The permit was issued by the district forester at Portland, Ore., who has direct supervision of the Alaskan forests, and is in conformity with the act of March 4, last, which authorized the secretary of agriculture to permit the Alaskan engineering commission and the navy department to take from the national forests free of charge earth, stone and timber for use in government works. The timber will be cut in designated areas along the right of way of the proposed railroad, which runs through the Chugach national forest for several miles.

Experiments and tests of Alaskan spruce and hemlock are being made at the forest service laboratory at Seattle, Wash., and so far have subtantiated the opinion of foresters that Alaskan timber is sufficiently strong for practically all structural purposes. While these tests are going on forest service employees in Alaska are marking the timber to be cut along the proposed railroad, the cutting to be done so that only mature trees are taken, the young trees being left uninjured and the condition of the forest improved. a .

This cut of 85,000,000 feet will be the largest amount of timber ever felled on the Alaskan forests in one operation, and at the average rate per thousand board feet obtained for timber sold from the Chugach forest during the fiscal year 1914, it is worth approximately $145,000 on the stump. It will be nearly twice as much as the total quantity of national forest timber now cut and used annually for local purposes throughout Alaska, but only a little more than one-tenth of the estimated annual growth of the Alaskan forests. The two national

TO MARRY NAVAL OFFICER

Miss Marcia Murdock, daughter of Victor Murdock of Kansas, leader of the Progressive party in the house, is soon to marry Lieut. Harvey Delano, U. S. N., at present attached to the U. S. S- Vermont Miss Murdock is a Washington debutante of two winters ago and is noted for her exquisite Titian coloring

BRINGING UP A MORTAR BATTERY

forests of Alaska contain about 78,000,000,000 feet of merchantable timber and it is estimated by the forest service that more than 800,000,000 feet could be cut every year forever without lessening the forests’ productivity.

HONOLULU IS UP TO DATE

Has Traffic Cops and Motor Cars A-plenty as Evidence of Metropolitanism. Honolulu, Hawaii. —Although Honolulu is almost in the middle of the Pacific ocean and 2,000 miles away from the American mainland, yet the Hawaiian capital shows its Americanism and right up-to-dateness by having traffic police officers at all intersections of streets in the downtown section. Honolulu has about 2,400 automobiles owing to its splendid streets and the roads which encircle the island, the circuit of which can be made in a single day. The traffic downtown has become so dense that practically all the police department’s foot force on day duty has been organized into a traffic corps, uniformed in olive drab. Most of the officers are Hawaiians, but there is an occasional Irishman.

ACTORS HARD HIT BY WAR

Beerbohm Tree Says Large Percentage of Thespians Have Gone to Front. London. Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, while addressing a meeting of the Actors’ association, said that the war has practically doubled the cost of living, while for the theatrical profession it has resulted in a 50 per cent reduction in salaries. After the war, he said, actors and actresses will virtually have to start life over again. Meanwhile, the war has reduced all actors to about the same level. But for one thing, he continued, the theatrical profession should be proud. It was that they had contributed as stapchly to the protection of the country as any other class. The total number of male members of the profession did not exceed 8,000, and of this number 1,500 had joined the colors.

POTATOES IN HIS CASH BOX

Commission Man Out $7,010 as Result of Game Worked by Confidence Men. Little Rock, Ark.—Louis Repetti, sixty years old, an Italian, who has amassed a fortune in the United States in the commission business, has twelve small potatoes that cost him $7,010. According to stories Repetti told the police, he was out that sum as the result of the operations of another Italian named Ricci, for whom a warrant has been issued. Ricci and Repetti deposited securities in boxes of similar appearance, but when Repetti opened his box he found it had been switched, and instead of his money being intact the box contained twelve potatoes. Ricci has not been apprehended.

MAN OF 73 GOES BAREFOOT

Is Unshod Eight Months of the Year for Benefit of Health — Unique Theory. Kansas City, Kan. —When grass roots and mother earth come in contact with bare feet there is a sort of soothing electrical current transmitted through the body that rebuilds and invigorates the entire system, is the theory and practice of J. M. Halger of Carlton, Okla. Eight months in each year he spurns the pressure of leather on his feet and, with trousers rolled up nearly knee-high, attends to his farm. He has been in Kansas „City with no shoe or boot accompaniment and did not feel half as strange as people who looked at him.

Kicks Against Lawn Mower Noise.

Hackensack, N. J. —N. S. Lamb has lodged a complaint against George W. Burdette, a New York commuter, claiming that he mows his lawn before six o’clock in the morning. Lamb complains the noise is a nuisance.

WILL NEVER DROWN

Sailor Survives Three Big Sea Disasters. Francis Tuohy Still Goes Down to the Sea —Ships Again After Being In Wrecks of Titanic, Lusitania and Empress. New York. —Francis Tuohy of Hyde Park, Mass., dubbed the “man who was born never to be drowned,” because he survived the Titanic, the Empress of Ireland and the Lusitania horrors, is for the present voyage a fireman on the White Star liner Baltic, which arrived here the other day from Liverpool. For 12 years Tuohy was an enlisted man in the United States navy. He was with Admiral Dewey on the Olympia at Manila bay and before that a member of the crew of the U. S. S. Baltimore, under Rear Admiral Schley, when she carried back to his native Sweden the body of Ericsson< the inventor of the Monitor. The man with the charmed life is fifty-two years old. When the Titanic went down he was in the water twenty minutes, clinging to wreckage, before he was picked up. When the Empress of Ireland was sunk by the Storstad in the St. Lawrence he first helped Jower a boat and then jumped overboard. All the boats were swamped, and he was two and a half hours on wreckage in the fog.

“Something hit me over the head,” said Tuohy. “It was an overturned boat. I clung to it until I was picked up. I was just dozing off into my last sleep when I was saved. “When the Lusitania was torpedoed I was on duty in the stokehole. I heard the torpedo strike, and I beat it for the ladder leading to the flddley back. I had had some little experience. “Hand over hand I climbed a smoke stack stay. There was no back draft: there was no blowup. The water was a little bit hot as she sank. “Again in a total wreck, a ship having sunk beneath me, I picked up another piece of wreckage and floated three and one-half hours before I was found and taken into a boat. “Next I shipped on the Mauretania at double wages for a trip to the Dardanelles with 7,000 British soldiers. After I came back I shipped on the Baltic, and I guess I am safe now.”

“WILL-O’-THE-WISP” GIRL

Thomas Miller, the wealthy bachelor contractor of Passaic, N. J., and the “Will-o’-therWisp” girl whom he is fighting to retain custody of against the suit of Joseph Samtax of Athenia, who claims the child as his own, asserting her name to be Francis Albina Samtax. Miller asserts he has cared for the child since she was four months old, when his sister took her up as an abandoned baby. The contractor says he will spend every dollar he owns to retain possession of the child.