THE TRAFFIC IN FEATHERS 

 late the traffic out of existence, to guard from the 

 plume hunters the colonies of Egrets and other water 

 birds, and to educate public sentiment to a proper 

 appreciation of the importance of bird protection. 

 She has typewritten a four-hundred-page book on 

 birds and bird protection, has acknowledged the 

 receipt of letters from the wardens telling of desper- 

 ate rifle battles that they have had with poachers, 

 and written letters to the widow of one of our agents 

 shot to death while guarding a Florida bird rookery. 

 In the heat of campaigns she has worked overtime 

 and on holidays. I have never known a woman who 

 laboured more conscientiously or was apparently 

 more interested in the work. Frequently her eyes 

 would open wide and she would express resentment 

 when reports reached the office of the atrocities 

 perpetrated on wild birds by the heartless agents of 

 the feather trade. Recently she married and left 

 us. Last week she called at the office, looking very 

 beautiful and radiant. After a few momenta' con- 

 versation she approached the subject which evi- 

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