The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1912-12-14

sition he set before me- He said he
owned stock in concern called The
| United Romance and Adventure COM
pany;' and that for a specified SUM OF
money. one could have any adventure
one pleased"
did you ever hear of such
,thing?" cried the mother merrily For
tune searched her face keenly. THE
United Romance and Adventure Com
pany! He must have been joking.
What did you say his name is"
"Ryanne Joking islmy idea exact
w." George agreed. THE scheme Is
to plunge the stockholder into a real
live adventure, and then let him pull
himself out the best way he can.
Sounds good. He added that this rug
business was an instance of the sue
cess Of the concern, There goes the
music Do you dance, Miss Ched-
soye?" "a
"A little" Fortune was preoccu-
pied. She was wondering what lay
behind Mr.. Ryanne's amiable jest.
| go along, both Of you said Mrs.
Chedsoye. Il am too old to dance. I
prefer watching people" She sat
down and arranged herself comfort
ably. She was always arranging her.
self comfortably; it was one OF the Sc
crets Of her perennial youth. She
was very lovely, but George had eyes
for the daughter only. Mrs. Ched-
soye saw this, but was not in the least
chagrined.
'It is SO many years since tripped
the light fantastic toe George con-
fessed, reluctantly and nervously, now
that he had bravely committed him
self. SIT Is quite possible that the
accent will be primarily upon the
trip"
Perhaps, then" replied the girl,
who truthfully was out of tune, per
haps / had better get my wraps and
we'll go outside. The night Is glor1-
Ous."
She couldn't have suggested any
thing more to his liking. And SO,
after little hurryirg about, the two
z young people went outside and began
II to prom slowly up and down the
mole. Their conversation was desul-
tory. George had cropped back into
his shell and the girl was not equal
to the task of drawing him out.
Once he stumbled over a sleeping
beggar, and would have fallen had she
Z not caught him by the arm.
Thanks I'm clumsy"
, aIt's rather difficult to see them in
; the moonlight; their rags match the
, payements."
The Egyptian night, that sapphfr1ne
darkness which the flexible imagina,
ton peoples with lovely and terrible
: shades, or floods with mystery and 70.
nance and wonder, lay >softly upon
} this strip of verdure aslant the des'
ert's face, the Valley of the Nile. Tbs
:. moon, round, brilliant, strangely near
suffused the SCARED old visage OF the
: world with phantom silver; the stones
, of the parapet gloWed duly, the pave
, ment glistened Whitley, all things il
; touched with gentleness, lavishing
beauty upon beauty, mellowing ugli
!. ness or effacing It. The deep blue
3 Nile, beribboned With the glancing
4 lights from the silent feluccas, curling
: musically along the SIDES of the frost
( like dahabeahs and steamers, rolled
/ on to the sea; and the blue-White
arc-lamps, spanning the Great Nile
! bridge, took the sen1olance of a pear
necklace. From time to time cara
:, van trooped across the bridge int
Cairo.
4 s'Do you care forpoetry, Mr.. Jones? 2
. 81? used to write it.
! "And you aren't afraid to admit it?
|. ssWell. | shouldn't confess the deet
4 to every one" he answered frankly
i 1--WE all write poetry at one time O
e another; but it's generally not constr
= tutional, and we recover
q 81 do not see why any one should b.
ashamed Of writing poetry"
g "Ah, but there is poetry and poetry
MY kind and Byron's is born of kin
dred souls; but he was an activ
\ genius whereas, wasn't even pas
J sfve one. In all great poets find N.
r. own rejected thoughts, as Emerson
e SAYS: and that's enough for my sleI
e der needs. Poets are rather uncom
e Portable chaps to have round. The
e are capricious, irritable, temperament
: al, selfish, and usually demand all tn
Q attention"
The little vocal stream died u
J, again, and once more they listened t
I the magic sounds Of the night. Sh
stopped abruptly to look over the para
.. net, and his shoulder met hers: afte
e that the world to him was never g
n ing to be the same again.
e, Moonlight and poetry; not th
n safest channels to- sail uncharted. TIL
girl was lonely, and George was lon
y Iy. too. His longing had now assume
u, q definite form; hers moved from TIL
to that. still indefinitely. The quicl
lie ness with which this definition ha
n, come to George rather startled hin
a. His first sight. Of Fortune Chedsoy
re had been but yesterday; yet, hero /
was. not desperately but conseiousl
al r-;4b h or8&@ The situation ho,