The White Feather

. The latter point of view was that of the younger and more irresponsible section of the community, which liked elections b

member, and did not see its way to a change as yet, his energy had done him very little good. The school had looked on him as a sportsman, and read his speeches in the local paper with amusement; but they were not interested. Now, however, things were changed. The Conservative candidate, Sir William Bruce, was one of themselves-an Old Wrykinian, a governor of the school, a man who always watched school-matches, and the donor of the Bruce Challenge Cup for the school mile. In fine, one of the best. He was also the father of Jack Bruce, a day-boy on the engineering side. The school would have liked to have made a popular hero of Jack Bruce. If he ha

ry speeches of Mr Saul Pedder had caused a swashbuckling spirit to spread among the rowdy element of the town. Gangs of youths, to adopt the police-court term, had developed a habit of parading the str

frakkuses that Linton h

noon, and roll-call was just over. There was no first fifteen match, only a rather uninteresting house-

id Linton, yawning. "There won't be a thing

had Day's. They would not be called up

oat out," sugg

beastl

ve tea at

How about go

. Toss you

to which the school most resor

we shall me

ere his tooth should have

the shop, was examining a broken window wh

this? New idea for ventilation? G

id," said Sergeant Cook, "the red-'eaded

Albert," said Linton.

l give you Pedder,' I says. Then bang it comes right on top

roborated witness's evide

n. "If we do, I'll give him something from yo

ssionately at the sight of the ob

e one, Mr Linton," said Serg

wn and began tea. Sergeant Cook came to the door fro

nd what not. But I says to them, you 'aven't got to live in it, I says. That's what it i

hot water, pleas

oulder, as if he were addressing a half-co

not knowing what's going to 'appen next, and one man coming in and saying 'Vote for Bruce', and another 'Vote for Pedder',

d put it, and into the shop came clattering Barry and McT

too thick," said Barry,

op came the voice

ome to you, yo

erision fr

t," said Lint

I were coming down here to tea, when they started going f

Stanning. "I got one of them a b

" inquir

littl

mash them up," sugge

ted the situat

. You'd better eat as much as you can now Linton. You may have

hings at them,

d Barry. "What on eart

e something," sai

tanning. "Dash, I barked my knuckles

g out," said Linton.

inued his meal

bert's not the sort of chap to go away when he's got us cornered here.

, "I came here for tea,

lled from the door, an

aid, "and that red-'eaded one 'e says he's

"Sensible chap, Albert. If you see him, you

of an ho

outed a voice

looked at

moving now," he sai

p together,"

Dunstable?" inqui

l see that we're dece

son made

me upon the combatants some five minutes after battle had been joined. The town contingent were filling the air with strange cries, Albert's

d Drummond, "h

ng within him. He gulped. Drummond did not noti

uttered an

Seymour's cap. Isn't that McTodd? And, g

did no

get...mixed u

him with open eye

t like-sixth form, yo

ng through the fray, sent Barry staggering against the wall. Sheen caught a gli

nd, beginning to run t

esolutely. Then he walked rap