Evening Republican, Volume 19, Number 199, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 23 August 1915 — Page 3

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L« Comte de Sabron, captain of French cavalry, takes to his quarters to raise by hand a motherless Irish terrier pup, and names It Pltchoune. He dines with the Marquise d’Escllgnac and meets Miss Julia Redmond, American heiress. He Is ordered to Algiers but Is not allowed to take servants or dogs. Miss 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, anej 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 is watched over by Pltchoune. 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. After long search Julia gets trace of Babron’s whereabouts. Julia for the moment turns matchmaker In behalf of Tremont.

CHAPTER XX—Continued.

After a moment, in which the Marquise d’Esclignac gazed at the bougainvillea and wondered how anyone could admire its crude and vulgar color, Miss Redmond asked: “Did you ever think that the Due de Tremont was in love?” Turning shortly about to her niece, her aunt stared at her. “In love, my dear!” “With Madame de la Maine." The arrival of Madame de la Maine had been a bitter blow to the Marquise d’Esclignac. The young woman was, however, much loved in Paris and quite in the eye of the world. There was. no possible reason why the Marquise d’Esclignac should avoid her. “You have ‘ been hearing gossip, Julia.” "I have been watching a lovely woman,” said the girl simply, “and a man. That’s all. You wouldn’t want me to marry a man who loves another woman, ma tante, when the woman loves him and when I love another man?” She laughed and kissed her aunt’s cheek. “Let us think of the soldier,” she murmured, "let us think Just of him, ma tante, will you not?” The Marquise d’Esclignac struck her colors. In the hallway of, the villa, In a snowy gibbeh (and his clean-washed appearance was much In his favor), Hammet Abou waited to talk with the “grandmother” and the excellency. He pressed both his hands to his forehead and his breast as the ladies entered the vestibule. There was a stagnant odor of myrrh and sandalwood In the air. marble vestibule was cool and dark, the walls hung with high-colored stuffs, the windows drawn to keep out the heat. The Due de Tremont and Madame de la Maine came out tit the salon together. Tremont nodded to the , , , Arab. ,*“I hope you are a little less —” and he touched his forehead smiling, “to-' day, my friend.” “I am as God made me, Monsieur.” “What have you got today?” asked Julia Redmond anxiously, fixing her eager eyes upon Hammet. It seemed terrible to her that this man should stand there .with a vital secret and that they should not all be at his feet. He glanced boldly around at them. “There are no soldiers here?” “No, no, you may speak freely.” The man went forward to Tremont and put a paper in his hands, unfolding It like a chart. •'‘This Is what monsieur asked me so plan of the battlefield. This Is the battlefield, and this is the desert.” Tremont took the chart. On the page was simply a round circle, drawn In red Ink, with a few Arabian characters and nothing else. Hammet Abou traced the circle with his fingers tipped with henna. "That was the battle, Monsieur.” “But this is no chart, Hammet Abou.” The other continued, unmoved: "And all the rest Is a desert, like this.” Tremont, over the man’s Bnowy turfman, glanced at the others and Every one but Julia Redmond thought he was Insane. She came up to him where he stood close to Tremont. She said very slowly in French, compelling the man’s dark eyes to meet hers: *« “You don’t wish to tell sis, Hammet Abou, anything more. Am I not right? You don’t wish us to know the truth." Now it was the American pitted against the Oriental. The Arab, with deference, touched his forehead before her. j “If I made a true plan,” he said coolly, “your excellency could give it tomorrow to the government” “Just what Bhould be done, Julia,” said the Marquise d’Esclignac, In English. "This man should be arrested at once.” “Ma tante” pleaded Julia Redmond. She felt as though a slender thread was between her fingers, a thread which led her to the door of a labyrinth and which a rude touch might -cause her to lose forever. “If yon had money would you start

out to find Monsieur de Sabron at once?" “It would cost a great deal, Excellency.” •“You shall have all the mdney you need. Do you think you would be able to find your way?" "Yes, Excellency.” The Due de Tremont watched the American girl. She was bartering with an Arabian for the salvation of a poor officer. What an enthusiast! He had no idea she had ever seen Sabron more than once or twice in her life. He came forward. "Let me talk to this man,” he said with authority, and Julia Redmond did not dispute him. In a tone different from the light and mocking one that he had hitherto used to the Arab, Tremont began to ask a dozen questions severely, and in his answers to the young Frenchman, Hammet Abou began to make a favorable impression on every one save the Marquise d’Esclignac, who did not understand him. There was a huge bamboo chair on a dais under a Chinese pagoda, and the Marquise d'Esclignac took the chair and sat upright as on a throne. Mimi, who had just been fed, came in tinkling her little bells and fawned at the sandals on Hammet Abou’s bare feet. After talking with the native, Tremont said to his friends: “This man says that if he joins a Jewish caravan, which leaves here tomorrow at sundown, he will be taken with these men and leave the city without suspicion, byt he must- share the expenses of the whole caravan. The expedition will not be without danger; It must be entered Into with gredt subtlety. He Is either,” said Tremont, “an impostor or a remarkable man." “He is an Impostor, of course,” murmured the Marquise d’Esclignac. “Come here, Mimi.” Tremont went on: “Further he will not disclose to us. He has evidently some carefully laid plan for rescuing Sabron.” There was a pause. Hammet Abou, his hands folded peacefully across his breast, waited. Julia Redmond waited. The Comtessq de la Maine, in her pretty voice, asked quickly: “But, mes amis, there is a man’s life at stake! Why do we stand here talking in the antechamber? Evident-

Tremont Began to Ask a Dozen Questions.

ly- the war office has done all It can for the Capitaine de Sabron. But they have not found him. Whether this fellow is crazy or not, he has a wonderful hypothesis.” A brilliant look of gratitude crossed Julia Redmond’s face. She glanced at the Comtesse de la Maine. “Ah, she’s got the heart!” she said to herself. “I knew it.” She crossed the hall to the Comtesse de la Maine and slipped her arm in hers. “Has Monsieur de Sabron no near family?” “No,” said the Marquise d'Esclignac from her throne. “He is one of those unfamilied beings who, when they are once taken into other hearts are all the dearer because of their orphaned state.” Her tone was not unkind. It was affectionate. “Now, my good she said to Haminet Abou, in a language totally incomprehensible to him, “money is no object In this question, but what will yeu do with Monsieur de Sabron if you find him? He may be an invalid, and the .ransom win be fabulous.” • The Comtesse de la Maine felt the girl’s arm in hers tremble. Hammet Abou answered none of these questions, for he did not understand them. He said quietly to Tremont: “The caravan starts tomorrow at sundown and there is much to do.” Tremont stood pulling his mustache. He looked boyish and charm-

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tag, withal serious beyond hi* usual habit His eyes wandered over to the corner where the two women stood together. "I intend to go with yon, Hammet Abou," said he slowly, "If It can be arranged. Otherwise this expedition does not Interest me." Two women said: “Oh, heavens!” at once. Robert de Tremont heard the note of anxiety In.the younger voice alone. He glanced at the Comtesse de la Maine. “You are quite right, Madame,” he said, ”a man’s life is at stake and we stand chaffing here. I know something of what the desert Is and what the natives are. Sabron would be the first to go If It were a question of a brother officer.” The Marqnise d’Esclignac got down from her throne, trembling. Her eyes were fixed upon her niece. “Julia,” she began, and stopped. Madame de la Maine said nothing. "Robert, you are my godson, and I forbid It. Your mother —” " —ls one of the bravest women I ever knew,” said her godson. “My father was a soldier.” Julia withdrew her arm from the Comtesse de la Maine as though to leave her free. “Then you two girls,” said the Marqulße d’Esclignac, thoroughly American for a moment, "must forbid him to go." She fixed her eyes sternly upon her niece, with a glance of entreaty and reproach. Miss Redmond Bald In a firm voice: “In Monsieur de Tremont’s case I should do exactly what he proposes.” “But he Is risking his life," said the Marquise d’Esclignac. "He is not even an intimate friend of Monsieur de Sabron!” Tremont said, smiling: “You tell us that he has no brother, marraine. Eh bien, I will pass as his brother.” A thrill touched Julia Redmond’s heart. She almost loved him. If, as her aunt had said, Sabron had been out of the question . * . “Madame de la Maine,” said the Marquise d’Esclignac, her hands shaking, "I appeal to you to divert this headstrong young man from his purpose.” The Comtesse de la Maine was the palest of the three women. She had been quietly looking at Tremont and now a smile crossed her lips that had tears back of It —one of those beautiful smiles that mean so much on a woman’s face. She was the only one of the three who had not yet spoken. Tremont was waiting for her. Hammet Abou, with whom he had been in earnest conversation, was answering his further questions. The Marquise d’Esclignac shrugged, threw up her hands as though she gave up all questions of romance, rescue and disappointed love and foolish girls, and walked out thoroughly wretched, Mimi tinkling at her heels. The Comtesse de la Maine said to Julia: “Ma chere, what were the words of the English song you sang last night —the song you told me was a sort of prayer. Tell me the words slowly, will you?” They walked out of the vestibule together, leaving Hammet Abou and Tremont alone.

CHAPTER XXI.

Master and Friend. Pltchoune, who might have been considered as one of the infinitesimal atoms in the economy of the universe, ran over the sands away from his master. He was an infinitesimal dot on the desert’s face. He wai only a small Irish terrier In the heart of the Sahara. His little wiry body and his color seemed to blend with the dust. His eyes were dimmed by hunger and thirst and exhaustion, but there was the blood of a fighter in him and he was a thoroughbred. Nevertheless, he was running Away. It looked very much like It. There was no one to comment on his treachery; had there been, Pltchoune would not have run far. It was not an ordinary sight to see on the Sahara —a small Irish terrier going as fast as he could. (TO BE CONTINUED.)

Rome’s Colossal Fish Pond.

The duke of Sermoneta who Is acting as president of the committee formed in Rome to promote the Independence of Poland, ranks among the greatest landowners in Italy, Fogllano, his estate near the Pontine marshes, extending to 80,OQO acres, mainly under grass, for the duke owns vast herds of cattle. The most productive portion of the estate, however, Is a lake several miles long and about a mile in breadth, which, from the time of the Roman empire downward, has supplied fish for the market in Rome. Whenever there Is a flood by rain on the hills the lake overflows through a narrow channel into the sea. The sea fish find their way through into the lake, and remain to fatten in the fresh water, and then are captured on their return by an ingenious labyrinth constructed of reeds into which they swim. They are of the best kind — chiefly gray mullet.

And That Spoiled It.

Douglas Fairbanks went to a social affair the other night and an admiring woman cornered him. “Oh, Mr. Fairbanks," she said, “your acting is wonderful.” “Thank you,” he replied. “It’s marvelous how you bring out the different emotions.” "I’m glad you appreciate my work.” "Yes, Indeed, you are a great actor.” "You are Indeed complimentary.” “And do you know,” the woman rattled on, “I have a little five-year-old son at home who acts exactly like yon do."

TOO GOOD-NATURED TO BE LEADER OF MEN

Wilbert Robinson, Manager of Brooklyn Dodgers.

Wilbert Robinson, who Is guiding the destinies of the Brooklyn Dodgers, Is one of the most likable, one of the cleanest, jolliest and most loyal of men. This year Robinson has a ball club which, on paper, shows class. Either McGraw or Stallings or Mack could take It and probably win a pennant, and yet It will surprise the Judges if It finishes one, two, three. It is partly because Robby Is too good natured and not “mean” enough to be a real inspirer and leader of men. Robby was the one calm, peaceful element in the old Baltimore Orioles. He was the “jollier” of umpires and the one who whispered the condolences, with the accent on the con, while a dozen of the McGraw, Brodie, Jennings, Kelly, crowd yawped and snarled. Robby was everybody's friend when the others were at the point of battle all the time. He was the peacemaker, on the bench, the real friend of all. He likes people and they like him which, as. Jimmy Block remarked, “don’t get you nowhere nor nothin’ in baseball.” After the smash-up of the 12-club league Robby and McGraw went Into business in Baltimore and later united

GAIN BY RETRENCHING “Retrench! Retrench!” is the cry heard everywhere in baseball this season, and who is there to say that it will not eventually lead to better things on the diamond? For one thing, it is likely to do away with the big bunches of bench-warmers, players retained for one thing or another but seldom appearing in the daily lineup, writes Lou Dougher in the Washington Times. Baseball has had phenomenal success in recent years. It has grown more and more luxurious. Teams carried extra pinch hitters, pitchers for (practical purposes, speedy runners to replace slower ones in tight places, coachers for pitchers, catchers, inflelders, and outfielders, vetertm sign-grabbers, etc., etc. But the caliber of the game did not increase 'with this addition to the teams. If a team carries ten pitchers, as some have done, they can’t all appear in turn. Four or five backstops usually means two or three idlers. Five or six outfielders means each plays half a season at full season’s salary. It is barely possible that the radical cut of National league teams to 21 men this season came altogether too much without warning, but the league is sure to be the better for it. If the armies of idlers are to be replaced with small bands of men working hard for victory, then baseball will have gained by the retrenchment policy now in rogue everywhere.

Western League Troubles.

Frank Isbell says the solution of the Western league financial troubles is to make the league a Class B circuit. He says the league would give the fans just as good ball as they now get, and the cost would be a great deal less. The salary limit In the league now Is $2,800. If it were a Class B league, the limit would be $2,000 a month. This would mean a saving of almost SI,OOO a month to every club in the league. ,•

California Has Popular Coach.

Jimmy Schaeffer, who has guided the baseball and football destinies of the University of California for five years, has accepted the terms of a new contract for the coming two years. He has been very! successful in his coaching. : J JL:

forces with the American league to run the Baltimore team. McGraw’s break with Ban Johnson disrupted that combine, and Robby resumed business. A couple of years ago McGraw hired his old pal as a sort of assistant manager of the Giants and coach of young pitchers. He returned to the game a bit fatter, a bit more serious and businesslike, and he did really valuable work for McGraw in working with the pitchers, and more in smoothing over the rather difficult passages between MoGraw and some of his players. McGraw was his sponsor as manager at Brooklyn, and last year Robinson worked hard, and finally got his team going. The one strong point in his favor Is that his men are extremely loyal to him. Under McGratv Robinson learned to bark at a listless player occasionally, and if he only adds a bite or two he may drive that team to where it should be. It is a good ball club, if driven to the limit. Robinson is one of the best ot judges of young players, especially pitchers, and his patience and kindly encouragement helg>s the youngsters. He shows excellent Judgment in choosing pitchers for certain games, and watches their form closely.

HIGH HELP TO HIGHLANDERS

Former Detroit Outfielder Has Proved Great Aid to Donovan’s Team in Race This Season. Hughie High, the outfielder purchased from the Detroit team by the New York Americans, has proved a great help to the Highlanders la their

Hughie High.

climb ont of the cellar position this year. High, remarkably fast of foot, is a sterling fielder, and with regular work, he has also developed considerable prowess with the bat.

Brouthers Teaching Maisel.

Dan Brouthers, the famous old slugger of early days, is giving Frits Haisel of the instruction in clouting. Maisel was a poor batter up to this spring, but now he is clouting them far and often.

Chappell Batting Hard.

Larry Chappell, who was released to the Milwaukee team of the American association early In the season, has been clouting the ball hard ever since he returned to the Brewers.

EASY TO GET SIGNALS

Story Related by Charlie Dooi n Gives Insight to Method. Observation of Catcher’s Habits It Baid to Have Landed Phillies Many Victories From an Opposing Team. Former Manager Charlie Dooin of the Phillies, later with the Cincinnati Reds and now with the New York Giants, tells a story which may giro an insight into the “signal tipping" which we fans read so much about. It indicates how a little observation may help a ball club. It shows that it Is not necessary for a wise team to have a fellow with a field glass in center field to know when to swing on a fast one and when to watch the curve float outside the plate. The Phillies were playing in a western city one day and a young catcher was behind the plate for the opposing club. “Gosh, but that fellow has a funny habit,” remarked one of young men to nobody in particular. “He holds his glove in front of his face with his fingers pointed upward for a fast one. He holds the mitt at his knees, with the fingers pointed toward the ground, for a curve." “Well, now, that Is a funny habit, isn’t it?” remarked Dooin. "And 1 would suggest that, having observed such peculiarities, you might have thought that they would be of value to this club. I’ll show you something." Whereupon Dooin, either from the bench or the coacher’s box, watched the position of the catcher’s mitt. If he held it high for a fast one the Phillies’ chief shouted some such word as -“peaches,” and the batsman dug his toes into the dirt, took a healthy swing and slammed the ball. With such sluggers as Cravath, Luderus,

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Becker and Paskert at hat the result was a neat collection of extra base hits. - “We used to laugh at that club,” said Dooin. “They changed signs every inning. They watched every move we made to discover how we were getting their signs. It never dawned upon them that their catcher was handing us the signals on a silver plate. It was so easy that we were afraid some of the other clubs would get on to it, and we told the young catcher what he was doing — after we had hammered the ball for several victories, of course.”

Aorrs of the DIAMOAD A 1 Wickland continues to rap the ball hard for Pittsburgh. * * * Harold Janvrin, schoolboy inflelder. is playing a great game for the Red Sox. • • * The Mobile club of the Southern league has gone into the hands of a receiver. * • • Pol Perrltt, the pitcher with tho Giants, is rounding into good condition at last. • • • Jean Dale, one of Charlie Hersog's six pitchers, is making quite an enviable reputation. * * • Ty Cobb has made 64 homers in nine years. At that rate he won’t make his one hundredth homer until 1924. -v • * * Home-Run Frank Baker is hitting .260 in the Delaware County league. He’s more Interested In heifers than hits now. \ ’••*s>! * * * By a little quick work Connie Mac* grabbed Malone of Mt. St Joseph’s college, just when Yale was about to draft him- \• * * Grover Alexander, the great Phflly pitcher, is- likely to establish a new record for strikeouts before the end of the season. * * * A 1 Wickland is fitted In nicely tax the Rebs, and is covering left field. Bradley, whom he replaced, had troo ble with his arm.