The Daily Missoulian. [volume] (Missoula, Mont.) 1904-1961, 1917-12-02
Missoula Knitting Needles Aid Fight for Detnocrucg
The Whites Feather.

bird saw. Never thought II was one
Of your pigeons. Thought 1t was a gull
or something. And. by Jove. hit it!
First time in my life I ever hit any,
thing. Just my rotten luck"
, Fritz was glaring at him unbeliev.
ingly. milne pest. mine beautiful
! pird," he moaned; "yon shot him on
/, purpose"
Look here, Fritz" rctortcd Brent,
beginning 10 show signs Of irritation.
II can't say more than that am most
| frightfully sorry, and of course I'll
make good Your loss and all that sort
of thing, but | really think you forget
yourself a little when you speak to
me like that"
bird is WORTH" broke In Mrs Sanders
son. and her voice was trcm-
bling slightly 1T had won champions
ships all over the country"
We'll. look here. Mrs. Sanderson put
a fancy price On It, never mind It's in
trinsic value. Charge for it's character
and accomplishments and all that.
don't mind. It's n rule OF life that ono
has to pay through the nose for ones
little errors"
"A little error" asked Fritz y am
not quite so sure. no. am not
Look here, Fritz, what the devil do
you meau?"
II think you understand quite well
what l mean" cried Fritz, whose excit-
able nature was entirely thrown off
its balance by this irrevocable disaster.
You play de fool you am not a fool,
no."
Look here. I'm damned IL I'm going
to have q hally waiter talking to me
like this. Really, Mrs. Sanderson.
can't think how you allow 1t. l have
apoloGized and | 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 twitting
me about my shooting like that or
course I've been and gone and shot one
of Mrs Sanderson's pet pigeons
say. you know, you will have to let me
give you IA beating at smoker tonight
as II revenge"
Fritz and Mrs. Sanderson looked ut
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.
Eyes" replied Mrs. Sanderson.
And the map?"
That's safe. thank God"
Thank Cod" echoed fraulein.
Il saw Brent from my window; what
does he say about it.?
THAT II was an accident. lie seems
genuine"
ut vos no accident" commented
Fritz.
20, ! don't know what to Think" ex-
claimed franlein, pinching her jutting
little chin still further forward be-
tween her finger and thumb. when
does Charles come down."
Hes due quite soon," replied Mrs.
sanderson. 20, he will be simply flu
rious. but think it was an accident.
Liiise I've cross questioned Brent
about it,"
Accident or no accident" said frau
iein slowly. II like not the way that
things are going. What did the tele-
gram from Charles say? II was in
code. of course?"
yes, It said that the troops are go
ing through and that the emergency
signal must be given tonight"
Thcy 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
dow. II was Brent: but the next
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 veto give the signal?"
1T must he plainly visible about l."
said Mrs. Sanderson. Her voice was
very hushed.
Tonight echoed Fritz in his turn.
The house. it purns tonight, that is
fine. Six English pigs roast In their
peds."
! m hs.