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

think of last summer at Paris, at
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
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 it 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 hrst-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-
1 versation immensely.
] 'sThe United Romance and Adven-
ture company, Ltd, Of London, Paris,
and New York"
Have you any of the company's
paper with you?" 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.''
i ..Knauth, Nachod and Kuhne. I
i am shortly leaving for home. Better
| send It TO New York. say, suppose
a chap buys an adventure that is not
up to the mark; can be return 1t or
exchange it 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 chap gets
little too rough game, and doesn't
turn up for his dividends; what them
in that event." answered Ryanne
sadly, .'the stock reverts to the gen
eral fund"
George lay back in his chair and let
60 his laughter. "You are mighty
good company, Mr.. Ryanne.'
well, well; we'll say nothing more
about it. But a moment gone you
spoke as if you were game for an ex-
! plot
II still am. But if I knew the adj
venture was prearranged, 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
y '.That's a good idea. l don't believe
s. the company ever thought of such q
contingency. But l repeat, our 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 man tells another
as tell you, and SO on
"You send me the prospectus. Tn
rather curious to have look at It,
Il certainly shall do so,'' replied
Ryanne, with gravity unassumed
'tAh! Here come Mrs. Chedsoye ant
her daughter. If you don't mind, II
make myself scarce. I do not care
to see them just now, after your hav
ing told them about the stoler
Yhiordes.'
"rm sorry" said George, rising
eagerly
tits 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 thu
old fellows used to say, he Httl
dreamed that destiny one Of thos'
things from Pandora's box, was pre-
pairing a deeper and more intimat
acquaintance.
"And what has been amusing you
Il Mr.. Jones?' asked Mrs. Chedsoye. $
a saw you laughing"
IT was talking with the rug char
r He's droll fellow. He said that h
n had met you somewhere. but cor
. cluded not to renew the acquaintance
r since I told him that his adventure 1
i mart was known to you
THAT is foolish. / rather enjo
IS meeting men Of his stamp. Don't yol
{. Fortune?
n Sometimes with dry littl
!. smile. q believe We have met hin
) mother. There was something Fl
mi1iar about his head. OF course, W
It saw him only from distance. 2
= ssT A. MT think there is anv ra: