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•` * Sok ; •,' ; < 6 :r\ MAME VAVO151L- ILLU$TPATIOTOv PArCTALTERS ..- CO•vievitT PY ;501183ietntfiviLICtrei z Wer SYNOPSIS. —13— Le Comte de Sabron, captain of French mivalry, takes to his quarters to raise bY hand a motherless Irish terrier pup, and names it Pitchoune. He dines with the Marquise d'Eselignac and meets Miss Ju- lia Redmond, American heiress. He is or- dered to Algiers but is not allowed to take servants or dogs. Miss Redmond takes .are of Pit.'houne, who, longing for his master, runs away from her. The , marquise plans to marry Julia to the Due de Tremont. Pitchoune 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 *river and watched over by Pitchoune. After a horrible night and day Pitchoune leaves him. Tremont takes Julia and the to Algiers in his yacht but has doubts a,bout Julia's Red Cross missiow After long search Julia gets .trace of Sa- bron's whereabouts. Julia for the mo- ment turns matchmaker in behalf of Tre- mont. Hammet Abou tells the Mar- quise where he thinks Sabron may be found. • CHAPTER X Xl--Continved. Pitchoune ran with his nose to the ground. There were several trails for a -dog to fencw on that apparently un- trodden page of desert history. Which one would he choose? Without a scent a dog does nothing. His nos- trils are his !instinct. His devotion, his faithfulness, his intelligence, his heart—all come through his nose. A man's heart, they say, is in his stom- ach—or in his poceet. A dog's is in his nostrils. If Pitehoune had chosen the wrong direction, this story would never have been ,written. Michette did niK give birth to the sixth puppy. In the stables of the garrison, for nothing. Nor had Sabren saved him on the night of the memorable dinner for nothing With his nose flat to the sands Pit- choune smelt to east and to west, to north and south, took a scent to the east, decided on it—for what reason will 'never be told—and followed it. Fatigue and hunger were forgotten as hour after hour Pitchoune ran across the Sahara. Mercifully, the ! sun had been clouded by the pre- cursor of ,a windstorm. The air was almost cool. Mercifully, the wind did I not mese until t er had pursued his course to the end. • There are occasions when an ani- mal's intelligence surpasses the hu- man. When, toward evening of the twelve hours that it had taken him to reach a certain point, he came to a settlem , t of mnd h I/ I• II ders of an oasis, he was pretty nearly at the end of his strength The oasts was the only sign of life in five hun- dred miles There w as very little left in his small hwly Ile lay down, pant- ing, but his bright spirit was unwill- ing just then to leave his form and hovered near him. In the religion of Tatman dogs alone have souls. Pitchoune panted arid dragged him- self to a pool of water around which the green palms grew, and he drank and drank. Then the little desert wayfarer hid himself in the bushes and slept till morning. All night he was racked with convective twitches, but he slept and in his dreams he killed a -.Dung chicken and ate it. In the morning he took a bath in the pool, and the sun rose while he swam in the water. If Sabron or Miss Redmond could have' seen him he would have seem' i the epitome of heartless egoism. He was the epitome of wisdom. Instinct and_wisdom sometimes go closely to- gether. Solomon was only instinc- tive when he asked for wisdom. The epicurean Lucullus, when dying, asked for a certain Nile fish cooked - in wine Pitchoune shook out his short hairy body and came out of the oasis pool into the sunlight and trotted into the Arabian village. • • • •..„ • •- • • Fatou Ann' parched corn in, a bra. star before her - ffouse. Tier house was a nit hut with yellow walls. It-} had no roof and was open to the sky. Fatou Anni was ninety Years old, straight as a lance—straight as one of the lances the men of the village carried when they went to dispute with white people. These lances with I which the young men had fought, had won them the last battle. They had been victorious on the field. Fatou Anni was the grandmother of many men. She had been the mother of many men. Now . she parched corn tranquilly, prayerfully. \Allah! that the icorn should not burn; Allah! that it should be sweet; Allah that her men should be al- ways successful.\ She was the fetish of the settle- ment. In a single blue garment, her black scrawny breast uncovered, the thin veil that the Fellaheen wear pushed back from her face, her fine eyes were revealed and she might have been a priestess as she bent over her corn! \Allah! Allah Akbar!\ Rather than ,anything should hap- pen to Tatou Ann!, the settlement would have roasted its enemies alive, torn them in shreds. Some of them said that she was two hundred years old. There was a charmed ring drawn around her house. People Sup- posed that if any creature crossed it uninvited, it would fall dead. The sun had risen for an hour and the air was still cool. Overhead, the sky, unstained by a single cloud, was blue as a turquoise floor, and against it, black and portentous, flew the vul- tures. Here and there the sun -touched pools gave life and reason to the oasis Fatou Anni parched her corn. Her barbaric chant was interrupted by a sharp bark did a low pleading whine. She had never heard sounds just like that. The dogs of the village were great wolthke creatures. Pit- choune's bark was angelic compered with theirs. He crossed the charmed circle drawn around her house, and did not fall dead, and Stood before her, whining. Fatou Anni left her corn, stood upright and looked at Pit- choune. To her the Irish terrier wee an apparition. The fact that he had not fallen dead proved that he was beloved of Allah. He was, perhaps, - a genie, an afrit. • Pitchoune fawned at her feet She murmured a line of the Koran. It did not seem to affect his demonstrative affection. The woman bent down to him after making a pass against the Evil Eye, and touched him, and Pit- choune licked her hand. Fatou Anni screamed, dropped him, went into the house and made her ablutions. When she came out Pit- choune sat patiently before the parched corn, and he again came crawling to her. The Arabian woman lived in the last hut of the village. She could satisfy her curiosity without shocking her neighbors. She bent down to scrutinize Pitchoune's collar. There was a sacred medal on it with sacred Inscriptions which she could not read. But as soon as she had freed him this time, Pitchoune tore himself away from her, flew out of the sacred ring and disappeared. The he ran back, barking appealingly; he took the hem of her dress in his mouth and pulled ner. He repeatedly did this and the superstitious Arabian believed herself to be called divinely. She cautiously left the doorstep, her veil falling be- fore her -face,- came - out - of - the - sacred ring, followed to the edge of the berry field. From there Pitchoune sped over the desert; when he stopped and looked back at her. Fatou Anni did not follow, and he returned to renew his entreaties. When she tried to touch him he escaped, kee.in: t ance. , e village began to e a breath he drew. He asked in Arable: \Where am I?\ \In the hut of victory,\ said Fitton Anni. Pitchoune overheard the voice and came to Saloon's side. His master murmured: - \Where are we, my friend?\ The dog leaped on his bed and licked his face. Fatou Anni, with a whisk of straw, swept the flies from him. A great weakness spread Its wings above him and he fell asleep. Days are all alike to those who lie in mortal sickness. The hours are in- tensely colorless and they slip and slip and - silifi into painful wakefulness, into fever, into drowsiness finally, and then into weakness. The Capitaine de Sabron, although he had no family to speak of, did pos- sess, unknown to the Marquise d'Es- cligntic, an old aunt in the provinces. and a handful of heartless cousins who were indifferent to Lim. Nevertheless he clung to life and in the hut of Fatou Anni fought for existence. Every time that he was conscious he struggled anew to hold to the thread of life. 'Whenever he grasped the thread he vanquished, and whenever he lost it, he went down; down. ' Fatou Anni cherished him. He was a soldier who bad fallen in the battle against her sons and grandsons. lie was a man and a strong one, and she 'despised women. Ha wary her prey and he was her reward and she cared for- him; as she did so, she became maternal. His eyes which, when he was con- scious, thanked her;. his thin hands that moved on the rough blue robe thrown over him, the devotion of the dog—found a responsive chord in the great-grandmother's heart. Once he smiled at one of the naked, big -bellied great -great-grandchildren. Beni Has- san, three years old, came up to Sab- ron with his fingers in his mouth and chattered like a bird. This proved to Fatou Anni that Sabron had not the Evil Eye. No one but the children were admitted to the hut, but tha sun and the hies and the cries of the vil- lage canlie in without permission, and now and then, when the winds arose. he could hear the stirring of the palm trees. Sabron was reduced to skin and bone. His nourishment was insuffi- cient, and the absence of all decent care was slowly taking him to death. It will never be known why he did not die. Pitchoune took to making long ex- cursions He Would be absent for days, and in his clouded mind Sabron thought the dog was reconnoitering for him over the vast pink sea without there—which. if one could sail across In-a-shio, -- one would sail to France, through the walls of mellow old Tares - con, to the chateau of good King Rene; one Would sail as the moon sails, and through an open window one might hear the sound of a woman's voice singing. The song, ever illusive and irritatin in its iersi • NURSERIANNEXNEV1 Latest Wrinkle in the Moving. Picture Business. Mothers Enabled to Enjoy Looking at the Films While Their Offspring Are Being Properly Taken Care Of. The newest wrinkle in the moving ture business is a nursery annex which is now having a tryout at a New York theater, and the matrons of the city are fully alive to its opportunt ties, for 258 children, between the eget of six weeks and ten years, have beer entertained in the nursery. Further more, according to the trained nurse in charge, \there hasn't been a single accident or a fight.\ The nursery is a large store, which has been fitted up with a sand pile three swings, four rocking horses, low chairs and a crib. Also there are toys of all sorts and pails and the other tools of the trade of digging in the sand. Only once so far has a fond parent had to be called to duty by, the mis- conduct of her offspring. This wae when a six -months -old baby awoke tc find that he had been cruelly deserted by his mother. He opened his mouth and yelled and 'refused to be corn. forted by the trained nurse.- The mother was notified by having her name flashed on the screen with a notice that she was wanted forthwith 'II the nursery. , There is no chance that these babies vill be mixed up by some.Little But tercup, for each child is tagged. a claim check being given to the mother or father. To aid the nurse are -four of the neighborhood's older children. upon whose shoulders rest rather heavily the dignities of their new of- fice: That this institution is a boon tr mothers of large families is shown to the fact that a Mrs. Goldstein acmes each afternoon and deposits her floce of six, ranging from Lulu, aged tuo to Eleanor, aged ten. While Mother Goldstein takes a look at the pictures the young Goldeteins have an equany enjoyable afternoon in the swings Only Meant for the Fiim. The dignified and altogetl.,efi re. spected Lillian Brown Leighton. comedienne of the Selig Zoo company of fun makers. was . ruthiessly draggec Into the police station a few _dayp age ano 1 ,,ilt.11 ..omerhifig %Mai strongly 7esembled the third degree. Insteau of arousing indignation, various mem bers of the aggregation present leughed and passed ribald remarks about It seems that Miss Leightot had been arrested while pulling a pe culiar • • What with doctors Insisting that I to this world of fickle winds and ell - babies are usually dressed too heavily I mates. ant, grandmas insisting that they must Three of them are shown here. not be allowed any chance of getting Among them is a new example of the cold, their anxious relatives are put baby's long-time friend, the crocheted to all sorts of maneuvering to keep sack. This is made of light zephyr them just right. It is certain that many of them are overburdened with too -warm clothing and lack of freedom in the midsummer months. They ap- pear to enjoy kicking their small heels about untrammeled by petticoats, and those wise people, the nurses especial- ly trained to care for them, insist on letting them enjoy this pleasure. They tell us the baby needs, by way of underclothing, his light, soft flan- nel shirt and a flannel band about the bowels, and that he will do very well, without even a slip of thin cotton, if these are provided, to prevent his get- ting chilled. But, as a concession to custom and mothers, they rant the thin, short slip of nainsd . or other sheer fabric, with a little soft lace about the neck. And they enter no objection to the use of narrow lace insertions or hem- stitching or dainty hand -embroidery by which the loving mother makes the slip seemly for her extraordinary and wondertrl child to wear with re- gard to his health and comfort. Now if there is a nip of coolness in the air in the morning or evening, Hour After Hour Pitchoune Ran Across the Sahara. stir. Blue and yellow garments flut- tered in the streets. \Allah Akbar,\ Fatou Anni mur- mured, \these are days of victory, of recompense.\ She gathered her robe around her and, statelily and impressively, started toward the huts of her grandsons. When she returned, eight young war- riors, fully armed, accompanied her. Pitchoune sat beside the parched corn, watching the brazier and her meal. Fatou Anni pointed to the desert. She said to the young men, \go with this genie. There is something he wishes to s' 1N• us. Allah is great. Go.\ , • • • • • • . When the Capitaine de Sabron opened his eyes in consciousness, they encountered a square of blazing blue heaven. He weakly put up his hand to shade his sight, and a cotton _awning, supported by four bamboo poles, was swiftly raised over his head. He saw objects and took cogni- zance of them. On the floor in the low doorway of a mud hut sat three litttle naked children covered with flies and dirt. He was the guest of Fatou Anni. These were three of her hundred great -great-grandchildren. The babies were playing with a little dog. Sabron knew the dog but could not articulate his name. By his side sat the woman to whom he -owed his life. Her veil fell over her face. She was braiding straw. • Halooked at her -Intelligently. . She brought him a drink of coal water in an earthen ves- sel, with the drops oozing from its porous sides. The hut reeked with odors which met his nostrils at every his sick ears.' Sabron did not know that he would have found the chateau shut had he sailed there in the moon. It was as well that he did not know, for his wan- dering thought would not have known where to follow, and there was repoie in thinking of the Chateau d'Esclig- nac. It grew terribly hot. Fatou Ann', by his side, fanned him with a fan she. had woven. The great -great-grand- children on the floor in the mud fought together. They quarreled over bits of colored glass. Sabron's breath came panting. Without, he heard the cries of the warriors!, the lance-bearers—he heard the cries of Fatou Anni's sons who were going out to battle. The French soldiers were in a distant part of the Sahara and Fatou Anni's grand. children were going out to pillage and destroy. The old woman by his side cried out and beat' her breast. Now and then she looked at him curiously. as if she saw death on his pale face. Now. that all her sons and grandsons had gone, he was the only man left in the village, as even boys of sixteen had joined the raid. She wiped 'his forehead and gave him a potion that had beet! pierced with arrows. -It was ail she could do for a captive, Toward sundown, for the first time Sabron felt a little better; and after twenty-four hours' absence, Pitchoune whined at the hut door, liut would not come in. Fatou Anni called on Allah left her patient and went but' to see what was the matter with the dog. At the door, in the shact - of a palm, stood two Bedouins. • (TO BE CONTINUED.) Why Some Are Color Blind. It is known that color blind people cannot distinguish colors, but the rea- son for this is not generally known. They cannot distinguish many colors, and most of them usually give the ap- pearance of being gray. The cause lies in the constitution of the retina, which microscopically consists of rods and cones. If a certain peke of the cones is wanting the sensation they arouse is also wanting. A blind man who does not see at all is not much more deceived by his sight than the color blind man. Even the normal eye has not cones fine enough to detect ultra violet rays and electric rays Soldiers' Winter Clothing. The soldiers of Japan have learned the value of Paper clothing for winter wear. The paper, which is made from mulberry hark has little qieing in e and is soft and warm. Between two sheets of the paper they place a thin layer of silk wadding, and then quilt the whole It is something of -a draw back that clothing so made is not washable, but in a Winter campaign a soklier has other things to think of than the dirt on his uniform.—Youth'a• Companion. ever, as the whole thing, including the police station. w 4s a studio comedy scene, the fair name of the enchauting ‘eiss Leighton Is safe. The indication: are that the comedienne has put ore! another howling success for the nee comeely releases. Had a Narrow Escape, Stella Razeto is trying hard to brew.. her severe uccidept record. It is not so long ago that she cut her forheac badly and was sent to the hospital for weeks, when , Guy Oliver rescued her u the tiick of time -from a water} grave and later she escaped certait death by . inches when the huge glisi studio door, 14 feet high by 9 feel ,vida loosened from its upper grooii and fell forward. Some one shriekec and Stella stink to her knees and b roll top desk was the only thing whici -, ourf-d her from being crushed, arm she escaped, a thankful woman, wilt miry a few scratches and cuts to teh the story of her narrow escape. Incapacitated by Accident. While working recently in one co the big spectacular productions, Fran cis X Bushman received a charge ol powder in his nose. This had to be picked out, leaving that member in a highly inflamed and swollen condi tion. On his way back to Chicagc from the place where the scenes hat been t,aken, he received a sunstroke which set him raving. Those with bin were alarmed and left him at a hos Pital in one of the suburbs. He re turned to the studio next day, but wil. not be able to work for some time, ao cording to his physician. Really \Up in the Air.\ Ruth Stonehouse \went right up is the air\ last week, not figuratively but literally, when engaged in the produo tion of \Sparks of Fate,\ a future re lease. Francis X. Bushman, star of the play, was the cause of this expert ence of Miss Stonehouse. He wa s b e ing rescued by a hydroaeroplane from drowning and taken aloft by the air' boat when Miss Stonehouse decided that she must enjoy an air ride. \Jack' Vilas, who piloted the. airship, was pleased with his passenger and shf was delighted with the trip. Uses Kindness In Training. That a horse can be better trainee by kindness than by all the whippingi in the world is one of the pet theories of G. M. Anderson, famous as \Brom. cho Billy. - mr. Anaerson is the own*/ of a pinto pony that can de almost everything but talk. Mr. Andersen gays he never touches the pony with I whip, and has taught him everythini he knows by kindness. The animal will follow Mr. Anderson about all dal for the reward of a lump of sugar an • kind word. the.. ha-hy may _don, Adit,tio_ _art rsr , ..aad comfortable finery in the shape of a sack or \nightingale.\ He is apt to find himself in possession of a good supply of these, for they are among the number of pretty things which appreciative relatives and admiring friends shower upon the newcomer toe . picture. JULIA BOTTOMLEY. in e jute, and consists of a yoke and body, the yoke crocheted of yarn and light blue embroidery silk in al- ternate . rows. It is finished with a border of scallops and a beading at the neck, all crocheted. As a finish, the neck and scallops are edged with the silk. A chain -stitch of the silk outlines the scallops and a small \shell\ edge finishes the neck, sleeves, bottom and opening edges. Satin ribbon a half-inch wide is run in the beading at the neck and tied in a bbw at the front. A bow of it is perched at the top of each sleeve. At the right a simpler little garment is made of a circle of cashmere. It is folded over and a small circle cut out at the center for the neck opening. It is split to make the front opening and slashed up a little way to form the sleeves. All edgeil are worked - iiitE - light pink. embroidery silk in scallops and small flower sprays are added to the front and sleeves. Nar- row pink satin ribbons join the edges with little bows. If one cannot embroider, a pretty sacque is made of cashmere, having the -edges- Behehed-vefth -narrow. -tin - - ribbon. This is shirred on each edge and sewed down to take the place of embroidery. The sleeves are slashed and the edges tied together with bows of ribbon which serve also to fasten the sacque at the front, as shown in Trim tittle Serving Aprons Trim little serving aprons, like those shown in the picture given here, are made of lawn, dimity, dotted mull, cross -bar muslin or any other of the half transparent and inexpensive cot- ton goods that launder well. The pat- tern is neat and graceful and makes it Possible to cut the apron from small pieces of goods which one may have left over from other things. The nar- row apron is cut with a panel and bib in one at the center and two side gores. These are set together with long strips of the material or with a contrasting material or with embroid- ery insertion. The strips are long enough to pass over the shoulders and cross at the back. They are pinned to the waist line and covered by the band or ties that fasten the apron in a bow with short ends, at the back. The manner of setting together and finishing them i• very aimnle At the left of the picture is shown an apron cut from lawn, the pieces joined by plain strips, turned under along the edges and machine stitched to the gores. k is hemmed at the sides and bottom and across the top of the panel and a narrow' band is set on at the top of each gore. An edging of machine - made buttonhole-etitched ' scallops, which can be bought by the yard and is very inexpensive, is set in along the edges as pictured. The ties are straight lengths of lawn finished with narrow hems. A band for the neck and cuffs for the sleeves are made to match by edging straight strips of the lawn with the scalloped embroidery. The second apron is of dotted swiss set together with an insertion of em- broidery. A narrow hem finishes the sides and a wider one extends across the bottom. The bands for the collar and cuffs are made by sewing a hemmed strip of the swiss to a length of the insertion. The addition of the collar and cuff bands will make an attractive outfit to be worn by a maid who serves at table. There are several good designs for these aprons, all constructed with a view LU waking menu faumaer as (lazily as a handkerchief. JULIA BOTTOMLEY. Black Net Sleeves. Collar and bishop sleeves of black net are effective in a blouse of white satin. The wrists are finished with taring picot edged frills. „ . • , „ • • e
