Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1905-1919, 1917-07-15

shown her before he left the room.
Il only just had time to get 1t off the
olrds leg and the other one in its
place. he went on, before Fritz
pouNced on me like wild beast.
Wei, hear voices; they're all coming
down on me now. I'm in for II Mi
RAM You scoot thru the window" /,
She had hardly gone before Fritz
and Mrs. Sanderson came In together
at the door Fritz's face was still
very white, the dead bird lay Imply
across his palms. Mrs. Sanderson's s
face was flushed a deep, even brick
color. Her bosom heaved under it's
tight black satin, she could hardly
contain herself.
There he is,'' said Fritz, "now he
shall tell me. See what he has to
say"
Brent lounged forward in his best
manner. TITS about that poor little
bird, Mrs. Sanderson, l suppose" he
began; Il am really most awfully
sorry. I can't tell you how sorry
am. Honestly. 1t wasn't my fault.
Mrs. Lee was chipping me about my
shooting, so ! went out and aimed at
the first bird | saw. Never thought
1t was one of your pigeons. Thought
II was gull or something. And, by
Jove, l hit 1t! First time in my life
l ever hit anything. Just my rotten
luck!"
Fritz was glaring at him unbeliev-
ingly. Mine pest, mine beautiful
pird,' he moaned; you shot him on
purpose"
Look here, Fritz" retorted Brent,
beginning to show signs of irritation.
II can't say more than that am most
frightfully sorry, and of course I'll
make your loss good and all that sort
OF thing, but | really think you for
get yourself a little when you speak
to me like that"
at is impossible to say what the
bird Is WORTH" broke in Mrs Sander
son, and her voice was trembling
slightly. 1T had won championships
all over the country"
We'll, look here, Mrs Sanderson,
put fancy price on II, never mind
its intrinsic value. Charge for its
character and accomplishments and
all that. / don't mind. It's rule
of life that one has to pay through
the nose for ones little errors"
"A little error?" asked Fritz. II
am not quiate so sure, no, l am not"
Look here, Fritz, what the devil
do you mean?
Il think you understand quite well
what | mean" cried Fritz, whose ex-
Cltdble lldluTe WIS eHtlTely thrown OH
Its balance by this irrevocable dis
hster. "You play de fool, you am not
4 fool, no."
Look here, I'm damned If I'm 60
ing to have q bally waiter talking to
me like this. Really, Mrs. Sander
son, / can't think how you allow II.
/ have apologiZed and | have offered
to pay anything in reason or out of
reason for the beastly bird and there's
ali end of the thing as far as I'm
concerned" And he stalked through
the French window.
Then the two still standing in the
room heard him speak in an altered
voice:
Hello, Mrs. Lee, there you are!
You've got me into a nice row, twit- |
ting me about my shooting like that. !
OF course I've been and gone and |
shot one of Mrs Sanderson's pet pig |
cons. l say, you know, you will have !
to let me give you Il beating at |
smoker tonight as n revenge"
Fritz and Mrs. Sanderson looked |
at each other across the dead bird.
Fraulen, to whom the sounds of |
the disturbance had risen in her /
room, now came in and took in the |
situation with one Mortified glance |
from her sharp brown eyes.
"lt's the carrier?" she asked.
Yes" replied Mrs Sanderson.
"And this map?"
That's safe, thank God"