THE WHITE FEATHER
By Frank Filson
(Copyright; 1916, W. G. Chapman.)
Geoffrey had his eyes on the girl,
like the rest of the passengers in the
London "tube." She was- a remarka
bly pretty girl, in a big hat and
wearing costly furs, and she held a
feather of snowy whiteness in her
And then she handed it to the
young man who sat two seats away
from her, remarking:
"I think this belongs to you, sir."
The young man flushed crimson,
opened his mouth, gaped, and began
"I tried to enlist, buf they wouldn't
"Then why are you not wearing an
armlet?" inquired the young woman.
The young man, as the train
stopped opportunely at a station, got
up and darted from the car, followed
by the amused laughter of the pas
sengers. The girl walked into the next car
and Geoffrey, now interested in this
incident of English life, followed her.
Presently she sat down opposite a
very stout man with a flaming tie.
"Please let me present you with
this feather, sir," said the girl.
The man's mouth opened, just as
the other man's had done. He blus
tered. "I am over 40 and I don't have to
enlist They wouldn't take me."
"Forty-one is the limit," answered
the girl decisively, and with aston
ishing deftness she actually succeed
ed in placing the feather in the stout
' man's buttonhole.
The stout man tore the feather
from his buttonhole, angrily shook
his fist in the girl's face and dashed
from the car. The passengers, in
cluding Geoffrey, roared.
Five minutes later, when Geoffrey's
thohts were wandering, the girl
turned w.:d held out the feather to
"Will you not take and wear your
badge of honor, sir?" she asked.
Geoffrey was utterly taken aback.
He had never dreamed of such an in
dignity. He saw the eyes of all in
the car on him.
"Will you please give me your
card?" he asked, ignoring the prof
"What do you mean?" she de
"I mean that you are a public nui
sance, said Geoffrey, "and I intend to
"I shall do nothing of the sort"
"Then I shall accompany you un-
Shook His Fist in the Girl's Face
til we meet a policeman," said Geof
frey. He had turned the tables, for the
girl sat back in her seat with a face
as red as a peony and the laughter
that followed was decidedly at her
expense and not at Geoffrey's.
She did not deign to answer him,
but when she rose- the young man
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