Evening Republican, Volume 19, Number 199, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 23 August 1915 — CHAPTER XXI. [ARTICLE]

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.)