Crittenden press. [volume] (Marion, Ky.) 1879-1907, 1906-11-08
CHAPTER /.

IL all depends upon the manner OF
Jour entrance to the Castle Of Adven-
ture. One does not have to scale Its
beetling parapets or assault its scarps
and frowning bastions; neither Is one
obliged to force with clamor and blair
nc trumpets and glittering gorgets
ths drawbridge and portcullis Rather
the pathway lies through one Of those
many little doors, obscure, yet easily
ACCESSIBLE, latchless and boltless, to
which the average person gives no
particular attention, and yet which In
veriably lead to the very heart OF this
Castie Delectable. The whimsical
Sh9tblaine Of this enchanted keep is
q bht goddess Circumspection has no
part in her affaisp. nor caution. nor
practically; nor does her eye linger
tpon the dullard and the blunderer.
fmhEination solves the secret riddle,
apl wit 10 the guide that leads the
seeker through the winding. bewilder-
Ing labyrinths.
And there 10 something in being
idle, too!
II had not gone idly into Mou-
GUMS cellar for dinner that night,
should have missed the most engaging
adventure that ever fell to my lot II
- second nature for me to be guided
By impulse rather than by reason;
reason Is always 70 Square-toed and
impulse is always so alluring. You
will find that nearly all the great
captains we're and are creatures Of
impulse; nothing brilliant is ever
achieved by calculation. All this 10
not to say that am 4 great captain;
It is offered only to inform you that
I am often impulsive.
A Times, four days old; and If
hadn't fallen upon 1t to pass the
twenty-odd minutes between my order
ali, ne service Of 1t, / shouldn't have
made the acquaintance of the police
In that pretty little suburb over in
New Jersey; nor should l have met
the enchanting Blue Domino; nor
would fate have written Kismet. The
clairvoyant never has any fun In this
cycle; he has no surprises.
I had been away from New York
for several weeks, and had returned
only that afternoon. Thus, the spirit
of unrest acquired by travel was still
upon me. It was nearly holiday week,
and those congenlAl friends ! might
have called upon, to while away the
evening. were either busily occupied
with shopping or were out of town;
and determined not to go to the club
and be bored by some Indifferent bill
lizard player ! would dine quietly,
listen to some light music, and then
go to the theater. / was searching
the theatrical amusements. when the
society column indifferently attacked
my eye. | do not know why it is. but
I have a wholesome contempt for the
so-called society columns of the daily
newspaper in New York. Mayhap. it.
is because ! do not belong.
! read this paragraph with shrug,
and that one with smirk. ! was in
no manner surprised at the announce
ment that Miss High.Culture was go
ing to wed the Duke of lmpecune; !
had always been certain this girl
would do some such fool thing. That
Mrs Hyphen-Bonds was giving fare
we'll dinner at the Waldorf. prior to
her departure TO Europe, interested
my curiosity not in the least degree.
II would be all the same to me If she
never came back. None OF the wishy-
washy tittle-tattlc interested me, in
fact. There was only one little six
line paragraph thar really caught me.
On Friday night that is to say, the
night of my adventures in Blankshirel,
the Hunt Club was to give a charity
masquerade dance. This grasped my
adventurous spirit by the throat and
refused to let so.
The atmosphere surrounding the
paragraph was spirituous with en-
chantment. There was genuine
novelty about this dance. Two packs
Of playing cards had been sent out as
tickets one pack to the ladies and
one to the gentlemen. Charming idea,
wasn't it? These cards were to be
shown at the door, together with ten
dollars, but were 70 be retained by
tnS recipients till two O'Clock (supper
time), at which moment everybody
was to unmask and take his partner,
Who held the corresponding card in to
supper. It's newness strongly appealed
10 me. ] found myself reading the
paragraph oyer and over.
BY Jove. what an inspiration!
! knew the Blankshire Hunt Club,
with its colonial architecture, its great
ball room. it's quaint fireplaces, Its
stables and sheds, and the fame Of its
chef. II was one Of those great coun'
try clubs that keep open house the
year round. 1t stood back from tho
sea about four miles and was within
ave miles OF the village There was
a fine course inland, a eross-country
going OF not less than twenty miles,
q shooting-box, and excellent golf
links. In the winter 1t was cozy; In
the summer H. was ideal.
was intimately acquainted with the
clubs NJ. f. H., Teddy Hamilton. We
had done the Paris Berlin run in my
racing car the summer before. II l