Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1917-07-15

yourself little when you speak to me
like that"
.1t is Impossible to say what tho bird
Is worth" broke in Mrs. Sanderson,
and her voice was trembling slightly.
1T had won championships all over the
country"
We'll, look here. Mrs. sanderson. put
a fancy price on 1t, never mind its In
trinsic value. Charge for its character
and accomplishments and all that !
don't mind. It's a rule of life that one
has to pay through the nose for ones
"A little error?'' asked Fritz. 7 am
not quite so sure. no, am not"
Look here. Fritz. what tho devil do
you mean?"
It think you understand quite well
what I mean" cried Frits. whose OK
citahle nature was entirely thrown OF
its balance by this irrevocab1e disaster.
You play de fool. you am not a fool.
no."
like this. Really. Mrs. sanderson. I
can't think how you allow it. l have
apologized and I have offered to pay
anything in reason or out OF reason
for the beastly bird and there's an 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, INVITING
me about my shooting like that OF
course I've been and gone and shot one
Of Mrs. Sanderson's pet pigeons. I say.
you a beating at smoker tonight as a
revenge"
Fritz and Mrs. sanderson looked at
each other across the dead bird.
Fraulein, 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.
"Its the carrier?'' she asked.
Yes" replied Mrs. sanderson-
And the map?"
THAT'S safe, thank God"
THANK Cod" echoed frau1ein.
II saw Brent from my window; what
does he say about itT'
That it was an accident He seems
genuine"
ut vos no accident" commented
Fritz.
"oh, don't know what to think!' ex-
claimed fraulein. pinching her jutting
little chin still further forward between
Charles come down."
Hes due quite soon." replied Mrs.
Sanderson. ooh. he will be simply
furious, but think 1t was an accident.
about it."
fraulein slowly, II like not the way
that things are going. What did the
telegram from Charles say? It was in
code, of courseT
Yes, 1t said that the troops are going
through and that the emergency signal
must be given tonight"
They all drew closer together. The
room was growing very dark. Outside
on the veranda a shadow peered for a
moment round the corner of the win
moment he had ducked and hidden. but
his ear was close to the receiver in the
palm.
Tonight" repeated fraulein with a
thrill in her voice. Tonight the Lord
will deliver them into our hands. At
what hour are we to give the signal?'
at must be plainly visible about IT,
said Mrs. Sanderson. Her voice was
very hushed.
Tonight" echoed Fritz. in his turn.
fine, Six English pigs roast in their peds. .
NO. no. Fritz" cried Mrs Sanderson
don't. it's too horrible. OF course, we
must arrange to save them" Her faded
With her son she could work heart and
soul: their aims were as one. They were
genuine patriots. though their sense of
duty was curiously distorted. but at least
they sought no reward for and no satisfac-
ton of a personal kind in their work.
They lived a life of constant alarums. and
through 1t preserved smiling faces and
kept their courage high. But for fraulein,
much as she admired her. Mrs Sanderson
felt fear. This little snuff-colored. insig-
nificant woman had a certain deadly quail
ity of unchanging vindictiveness in her
spiritual makeup which the smaller ma
ture of Mrs. Sanderson recognized in
stinctively. Fritz was but Of the type of
useful tool: in him an inherent hr1It al ity