The Daily Missoulian. [volume] (Missoula, Mont.) 1904-1961, 1917-11-18
= TN I TN II.
White Feathers,

lady burst in from the passage. She
was "A pretty girl in the dark, eager
intense style with rather too much
| color and n mouth that would become
thin and hard with years. On her
arm she carried !, large basket full Of
i soft driftcd Wilderness. She paused
abruptly On seeing only fraulcin
20. good morning" she began
speaking in "A rapid, high voice. can
YOU tell me where everyone is"
Fraulein Schroeder put down the
Mirror and took up her sngularly
plain and useful looking knitting be-
fore replying:
Mrs. Sandcrson is interviewing the
cook and MIR. Sandcrson is not down
from the admiralty yet The others
are. believe somewhere in the gar
den
Daphne kidlington thanked her ANA
ran on through the open window.
Tie wind Of her going made ono or
two particles III the driftcd Wilderness
IN her basket float out. and, weaving
4 gentle ziGza; course through the air,
they showed themselves to he feathers.
They settled in delicate crcSccntS on
the carpet. up-tilted at either end like
unsubstautial fairy craft. traulcin
| Schroeder looked ut them FOR mo-
| mcnt through her gold rimmcd spec
| taclcs with the ghost Of a placid smile
about her dry, tucked in little mouth,
Daphne. Needless, ran across the
! lawn and joined the little group she
! saw there. She knew them all with
! the exception of Mrs. Ice, and she
! stared with frank curiosity at the tail,
handsome woman, mentally clubbing
her passcc.
Mrs, Lee was, as a matter Of fact,
Il good looking woman Of about 81,
who gave the impression of being at
F! once too proud and too occupied with
iothcr matters To have troubled to pre-
! serve an Illusion of youth. This III Il
| way added to her charm. as il showed
which was not misplaced. From her
Iswathcd auburn hair to her white
shoes she was the type of an attrac-
tive. we'll poised woman of the world
She made Molly Pollock, who was
lstanains beside her, seem Obvious in
her English prcttincss. Ana yet Molly
Pollock was excessively pretty. It
was ut present her outstanding char
christopher Brent, who for all his fat
BUSINESS had Travelled widely and seen
a lot of the world. found to hold him
in her.
1t was exactly the fact that Molly
at present was nothing but the trad-
tional English girl which enthrallcd
him. She was cream and roses she
was II summers day. she was the
4.
that come to !; mans mind at night
when he is lying out under the Afr
can stars or beside his fire in the wilds
of Canada. She was, in short, all that
most men consciously or unconsciously
wish for in a wife all heart and AN
unawakened brain. all sentiment aud
no passion.
The interesting thing to any one
who could get past her triumphant
prcttincsS enough To consider the mat
ter wonld have been 10 wonder exact
~ how far 1t would improve Molly if
la character were awakened in her. At
present every one WAS content with
the ruundncSs of her chin, the slight
upward tilt of her nose. the sweetness
Of her fun but flexible mouth. and the
clcarucSs Of her wide hazel eyes. What
need to look further when a young
creature adds to all this an unaffcct @
cdly sweet disposition.
Nobody did look further. least of
all Molly herself, nobody. that is to
say, except Christopher Brent, and it
was just this conformity to type in
Molly, II type Of which she WAS the
iSuprcmc expression, that he loved her
for. In charm, III Intelligence, III pnis",
Molly could be no rival To Mrs. Lee,
but it was on Molly that Christopher
lcycs and his heart rested.
lie was standing "A little behind her
lnow. where he could see the golden
down on her napc. blurred by the sun
land could see, too. the curve Of her
IdclicatcIy rosy cheek. lie saw an added
flush deepen on it as She stepped
forward to meet young Pennicuik with
a friendly, Hello. Percy! This is jo
ly." The greetings we're hardly over
before Daphne kidlington. GREATNESS
came up.
Good morning, everybody" said
Daphne brightly.
Various good mornings in dffcron,
tones Of fairness answered her.
Daphncs intense enthisiasms wcr,
lapt To bc a strain on other people
and this morning il WAS obvious by
the increased aggression Of her aspcc
, that more was in the wind than us
T ual.
, Miss Kidlinstol was IA suprcmcll
unimportant little person, but the higi
. gods often employ such for big re
e suits, and so it was to be with he
2 that morning.
She fitted on To the scene and of
. il like a gadfly, but her white feather
might have been poison in the far
e reaching effects which they left be
: hind them.
s "Why, Daphne" cried Molly in
u startled note Of incredulity, what hav
!. you got in that basket"
n "Feathcrs," said Daphne. addin
s with increased emphasis, white feath
= ers."
: Miss Myrtle, bending forward $
C that her pince neZ threatened to TAX
p Il header off her attcnuated nos
It stirred an inquisitive finger round
the basket
J. 80 they are" she ejaculate
,r Feathers. What are you going to d
lie with them, Miss kidlington? Stu
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