Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1905-1919, 1917-06-17

! with them. Miss Kidhngton? stun
Cushions?"
NO. I am going to present one
% every young man | meet VINO hh-
not enlisted. Thatt what | game
about. 10 see whether Molly would
come down to the beach with me.
We girls should do our little share
Just as much as the men, shouldn't
we. Mr.. Pollock ?"
Molly certainly shan't 20 maKing
a fool OF herself on the front" replied
that gentleman emphatically. "and If
you wish TO know what | think, Miss
hidlington, | think you are talking -
pack of nonsense. What good do
YOU suppose you are going to DO ny
setting the mems backs up, eh? ?"
II think it's perfectly horrld Of
you" said Molly, coming forward ana
stepping, apparently by accident in
front Of Brent as she did so.
MY dear Molly" replied Daphne.
somewhat cattily, those whom the
cap fits may wear il. What about
Mrs Sanderson's son? Has he en-
listed?"
My dear Miss Daphne said Mr.
Pollock. don't you make a bloomer
over young sanderson. He's in the
admiralty"
"Ot course, how stupid OF me-" re-
piled Daphne, who was perfectly well
aware OF the fact and was only lead
ing up TO what she had to say "and
what about you, Mr.. Brent But I
suppose you have made all your ar
rangements to Join something al
ready
It's really no business OF yours
Daphne" said Molly resentfully.
Fact is. Brent has not decided yet
what he shall join" chimed in Mr.
Pollock. who, IL criticisms had to be
made. preferred TO keep them in the
family and make them himself.
Brent himself had made no answer,
but his good looking face. usually
mask-like. seemed to lose some OF It's
fatuous expression in an Involuntary
sharpening and hardening. There was
a painful silence, broken by a strong
whirring OF wings as two or three
pigeons. hoping for food swooped
down from the pigeon cote In the
yard and circled round the heads of
the little group on the lawn.
Talking of feathers" she said |
brightly those pigeons ~yould GER |
tainly be conflscated. I suppose, If |
Mrs. Sanderson weren't English"
20, why" drawled Brent, speaking |
for the first time and fixing his eye
glass more firmly to gaze at the birds
in question.
go, spies use pigeons and things"
said Miss Myrtle vaguely. "And Mrs.
Sanderson is so devoted to them,
makes quite pets Of them. | often
wonder how she can bring herself to
have them cooked"
Il am glad she does" declared Mr..
Pollock for once following Miss Myr-
Hes lead Very good pics they
make
But Daphne was not 10 be so lightly
diverted from her purpOsc
so you are going to Join some
hing. Mr. Brent?" she insisted
Why, no, don't know that | am"
said Brent.
Daphne" said Molly IN a low
voice, please don't"
20, don't stop her please" said
Brent, taking out his pipe IT'S aw-
20 serious" He blew down his pipe
as h spoke, then squinted at It doubt
'Ully.
Il am only doing my duty" Daph-
le continued, rummaging in her bas-
set and extracting the largest feather
'hc could find. Here you arc. Mr..
irent. 1t is only feather but please
'Otice the color "
Brent took II and let 1t lie for mo-
ncnt In his lean brown palm Then
ne began quite gayly 10 stuff 1t down
1T Is very nice Of you to give me
uch smart one" he said genially,
but ! can't say the color of my pipe
'leaners worries me much. Thanks
.wtullv, all the same. | suppose YOU
aw / was in difficulties with my pipe.
I 8 jolly hard to get "A decent pipe
leaner down here, as Mrs. Sanderson
'ont let MS pluck the pigeons and
mt shoot 50 much as sitting gull
Eel! you what I'll do. I'll give you n
overeign for your little lot and you
an pass 1t on the Prince Of Wales
und. Done"
"Nlr Brent" replied Daphne. draw
ng herself up, you little know me"
My dear girl" replied the young
l0n dropping his pose and turning Z
lightly away with a shrug of his
houlders. IF you aren't jolly careful,
oull find that nobody will know
GU"
Molly stamped her foot on the soft
urf. Now you have sufficiently in
ulted Mr.. Brent. and made us ali un-
omtortable, perhaps you will go.
Daphne" she said
'Of course, IL I'm not wanted"
"fou aren't" said Molly, with the
ignified brevty Of her utterance
narred by a suspicious shake in her
oice.
Daphne took the hint and looking