The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1912-10-31

Rheims, at Frankfort; the Continental
air was full of fying-machines Bah!
It's pretty difficult to impress the av-
erage mind with something new. Why
shouldn't we cater to the poetic, the
romantic side of man? We've con-
Germs for everything else. The fact
is, mediocrity is always standing be-
hind the corner with brickbats for
the initiative. Believe me or not Mr..
Jones, but this company exists. The
proof is that you have the rug and l
have the scars"
But in these prosaic times!" muir
INJURED George. still skeptical.
"Prosaic times!" shifted Ryanne.
There's one of your brickbats. They
swung 1t at the head of the first print
er. Prosaic times! My friend, this
Is the most romantic and bewildering
] age humanity has yet seen. There's
more romance and adventure going
about on wheels and steel-bottoms
than ever there was in the days of
Drake and the Spanish galleons.
| There's an adventure lurking round the
| nearest corner-romance, too. What
this organization does is to direct you;
after that you have to shift for your
self. But, like first-rate physical in
structor, they never map out more
than man can do. They gave me
the rug. Your bones, on such quest,
would have been bleaching upon the
| banks of the Tigris."
What the deuce is this company
called?" George was enjoying the con-
versation immensely.
! The United Romance and Adven-
| ture company, Ltd, of London, Paris,
and New York"
Have you any of the company's
paper with your" George depressed
his laughter because Ryanne's face
was serious enough.
Unfortunately, no. But If you will
give me your bankers address I'll be
| pleased to forward you the prospec-
tus"
"Knauth, Nachod and Kuhne. /
am shortly leaving for home. Better
send it to New York. | say, suppose
chap buys an adventure that is not
up to the mark; can be return it or
II lOl
mo. It's all chance, you know.
The rules of the game are steel
bound We find you an adventure;
it's UP TO you to make good.
But, once more suppose chap gets
a little too rough a game, and doesn't
turn up for his dividends; what them
in that event" answered Ryanne
ha ctr n he
eral fund"
George lay back in his chair and let
go his laughter. You are mighty
good company, Mr. Ryanne."
We'll, we'll; we'll say nothing more
about it, But moment gone you
spoke as if you were game for an ex-
plot" r..
II still am. But if knew the adj
venture was prearranged, as you say,
and l was up against wall, there
would be the inclination to cable the
firm for more instructions"
Ryanne himself laughed this time.
That's a good idea | don't believe
the company ever thought of such a
contingency. But l repeat, our busi-
ness is to give you the kickoff. After
that you have to fight for your own
downs"
"The stock isn't listed?" again
laughing.
Scarcely. One man tells another
as tell you, and so on"
You send me the prospectus. I'm
I-rather curious to have a look at 1t"
Il certainly shall do So" replied
Ryanne, with gravity unassumed.
"Ah. Here come Mrs. Chedsoye and
her daughter. If you don't mind, I'll
make myself scarce. I do not care
to see them just now. after your hav-
ing told them about the stolen
Yhiordes."
I'm sorry" said George. rising
eagerly.
Its all in the game" CALAMITY.
George saw him gracefully ma
neuver his way round the crush to-
ward the stairs leading to the bar.
Really. he would like to know more
about this amiable free-lance. AS the
old fellows used to say, he little
dreamed that destiny, one of those
things from Pandora's boz, was pre-
pairing a deeper and more intimate
acquaintance.
"And what has been amusing you,
Mr.. Jones?" asked Mrs Chedsoye. 81
saw you laughing"
II was talking with the rug chap.
He's a droll fellow He said that he
had met you somewhere. but con-
cluded not to renew the acquaintance,
since I told him that his adventure in
part was known to you"
THAT is foolish. rather enjoy
meeting men of his stamp. Don't you,
Fortune?"
Sometimes" with dry little
smile. 81 believe we have met him,
mother. There WAS something ia
miliar about his head. OF course, we
saw him only from distance"
Il do not think there Is any real
BARN In him." said George what
MAIDS ne laugh was . sirgu'ar propo.