The Daily Missoulian. [volume] (Missoula, Mont.) 1904-1961, 1917-12-13
The White Feather
BY ]. E. Harold Terry and Lechmere Worrall.

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Ito her surroundings probably because
! the house was her own. whereas Frau
lein had merely lived about in other
peoples families.
| Therefore. now. happy as She was at
the thought Of getting back to Ger
many, and the rewards and hOnors
, that would accrue to her for her work.
and conscious Of a long and arduous
duty well performed, Mrs. Sanderson
still felt a natural woman's pang Of
regret at the destruction of what had
been her home for SO long. 1t was a
| sent iment, she knew. with which none
Of the others would sympathize. and
she therefore kept it to herself. though
her haggard glance betrayed itself to
Fraulein.
"The little Minna is feeling some re-
grets,' said Fraulein harshly. bah.
what does it all matter, meinc kamar-
adm? In Germany you will have Il
better home than this with windows
that shut properly and big stoves.
Now. now. you Iced not embrace
Charles again, We shall see him within
half an hour" and F,aulein with firm
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motor wells once more about her face
and pulled down the brown gauzc
monstrosity which hid her own fe;i :
lures. Then the two women went
slowly down the passage and Charles
turned to Fritz. You had better be
getting your things finished" he adj
vised. and then do your bit Of work.
II doesn't matter how we hurry The
thing on now"
Again the slow smile beamed out
over Jritz's face.
"Pees sticking" he murmured bliss
fully Il go pceg sticking" and he. too,
went. after one last affectionate glance
ut the little box upon the table.
Left alone, Charles glanced once
more at his watch then switching out
the light. drew back the window cur
tains and. taking his binoculars from
a drawer. stood for Il moment look ing
out. All was quite quiet. The night
was very dark. but not entirely 50. as
the moon was in its first quarter. just
diffusing Il faint grayness behind any
densely black object.
Charles opened the window and stood
listening. Not n sound broke the still
ness except the very faint, far off rust
ling of the sea. He stepped back into
the room and listened there. 1t seemed
to him that he heard a soft, very
soft step coming along the corridor.
Quickly he pulled the window to, and
crossing the room. hid himself; behind
the bookcase, from which II, could
command a view of the room. His fine
~ trained car had not deceived him;
tH<
opened and Christopher Brent, in pa
Jamas and dressing gown. came into
the room, holding Il pocket electric
torch in his hand. He flashed the
light round, it's rays sweeping over the
carpet just by Sandcrson's feet, but the
wing of the shadow thrown by the
bookcase protected him.
Brent Went to the window. and taxi
Ing another electric torch out of his
pocket, proceeded to send swift mes
sage out into the darkness. 1t gave
really a charming effect as the bright
spots of electricity were twirreai This
way and that. making an Interviewing
patterns of beams lost as soon as made,
as though some tragic web We're being
woven on an invisible loom. But
Charles Sanderson was decidedly not
in the mood for admirine artistic eff
fects. and thus it came about that the
electric light was suddenly switched
up behind Chris and he turned to find
himself faced by Sanderson's revolver
Hands up" commanded Charles in
the best, wild and woody west manner.
Good Lord Sanderson. ipw you
startled me-" And Chris. with "a smile
Of relief let his hands, which still held
the electric torches and which he had
instinctively thrown up above his head.
drop again
Keep them up. damn YOU. or you're
a dead man.
Chris stared at him. but though his
grin broadencd he obeyed.
Dash it all. Sanderson. aren't YOU
carrying this joke a little too far" he
protested.
"Do as you're told. you swine was
Sandersons ilnpulitc rcioinder. forcibly
delivered. SO you're the spy. after
iall?"
Brent aagged his head at him know
ngly. 20, no, you don't" he said.
i've been had with that once today
already" and his hands began to drop
again.
Keep them up. That sort Of mon
keying may be very clever, but it's no