Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1912-12-06

RueIHlb, Ut TdHhlOTl the COnLlnenLe
air was full Of iying-machines. Bah
It's pretty difficult to impress the az
erage mind with something new. VIII
shouldn't we cater to the poetic, tn
romantic side Of man? We've cor
Germs for everything else. The fac
Is, m~ediocrity is always standing be
hind the corner with brickbats 70
the initiative. Believe me or not. MI
Jones, but this company exists. Tn,
proof Is that you have the rug and
have the scars"
But In these prosaic times!" muir
INJURED George. still skeptical.
"Prosaic times!" smiled Ryanne
There's n Of your brickbats. They
swung 1t at the head of the first print
er. Prosaic times! My friend, this
Is the most romantic and bewilderine
age humanity has yet seen. There's
more romance and adventure going
about on wheels and steel bottoms
tina 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 o first-rate physical in
structor, they never map out more
than a man can do. They gave me
the rug, Your bones, on such a quest.
would have been bleaching upon the
banks Of the Tigris."
What the deuce Is this
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 repressed
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. I
am shortly leaving for home. Better
send 1t to New York. l say, suppose
a chap buys an adventure that Is not
up to the mark; can be return 1t Or
exchange 1t for another?"
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 a chap gets
a little too rough a game, and doesn't
turn up for his dividends; what then? ?"
I'm that event." answered Ryanne
sadly. 1.-The stock reverts to the gen.
eral fund"
George lay back in his chair and let
go his laughter. you are mighty
good company, Mr.. R%yanne."
We'll, well; Wen say nothing more
about 1t. But a moment gone O
spoke as If you were game for an ex-
plot"
Il still am. But if | knew the ad-
venture was p%rearranged, as you say.
and | was up against a wall, there
would be the inclination to cable the
firm for more Instructions"
Ryanne himself laughed this time.
That's n good idea. | don't believe
the company ever thought of such a
contingency. But l repeat, u bust
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 mar tells another.
as tell you, and so on"
You send me the prospectus. I'm
rather curious to have a look at it."
Il certainly shall do So" replied
with gravity unassumed.
"Ah! Here come Mrs. Chedsoye and
her daughter. If you don't mind, III
make myself scarce. | do not care
to see them just now, after you hay-
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 n.
ward the stairs leading to the bar.
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
from Pandora's box. was pre.
a deeper and more intimate
acquaintance.
And what has been amusing you.
Jones?" asked Mrs. Chedsoye. az
saw you laughing"
81 was talking with the rug chan
He's a droll fellow. He said that no
had met you somewhere. but con.
not to renew the acquaintance
told him that his adventure IN
part was known to YOU"
That Is foolish. l rather enjoy
meeting men of his stamp. Don't Won
sometimes with a dry little
smile 81 believe we have moi him
mother, There was something ia.
lunar about his head, OF course, we
saw him only from a distance"
l 90 not think there is any real
narm In him. said George. .What