His Love Story by Marie Van Vorst

There must be a real philosophy in all proverbs. "Every dog has his / day" is a significant one. It surely was for Pitchouné. He had his / day. It was a glorious one, a terrible one, a memorable one, and he / played his little part in it. He awoke at the gray dawn, springing / like a flash from the foot of Sabron's bed, where he lay asleep, in / response to the sound of the reveille, and Sabron sprang up after him.

Pitchouné in a few moments was in the center of real disorder. All / he knew was that he followed his master all day long. The dog's / knowledge did not comprehend the fact that not only had the native / village, of which his master spoke in his letter to Miss Redmond, / been destroyed, but that Sabron's regiment itself was menaced by a / concerted and concentrated attack from an entire tribe, led by a / fanatic as hotminded and as fierce as the Mahdi of Sudanese history.