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

! owned STOCK In a concern called 'Th
United Romance and Adventure con
pany;' and that for a specified sum G
money. n could have any adventur
one pleased"
Did you ever hear of such
thing?" cried the mother merrily. Fol
tune searched her face keenly. eth
United Romance and Adventure Con
pany! He must have been joking
What did you say his name Isl"
"Ryanne. Joking Is my idea exact
ly,' George agreed. THE scheme 1
to plunge the stakeholder into a rea
live adventure, and then let him pull
himself out the best way he can
Sounds good. He added that this rus
business was an instance of the sue
cess OF the concern. There goes tht
music. Do you dance, Miss Ched
soye?"
"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.
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.
1T Is so many years since l tripped
the light fantastic toe" George con-
fessed, reluctantly and nervously, now
that he had brayely committed him
self. 1T 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
Well go outside. The night is glori-
ous,"
She couldn't have suggested any
thing more to his liking. And so,
after a little hurryiEg about, the two
young people went outside and began
to promenade slowly up and down the
mole. Their conversation was desul-
tory. George had dropped back into
his she'll 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
not caught him by the arm.
Thanks. I'm clumsy"
IT'S rather difficult to see them in
the moonlight; their rags match the
The Egyptian night, that sapphirine
darkness which the flexible magma
ton peoples with lovely and terrible
shades, or floods with mystery and TO-
nance and wonder, lay softly upon
this strip Of verdure aslant the des-
ert's face, the Valley of the Nile. The
moon, round, brilliant, strangely near,
the SCARED old visage of the
world with phantom silver; the stones
of the parapet glowed duly, the pave
ment g%listened Whitley, all things 1t
touched with gentleness, lavishing
upon beauty, mellowing ugli-
or effacing it. The deep blue
Nile, ~beribboned with the glancing
lights from the silent ~feluccas, curling
unsteady 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
took the semolance of a pearl
necklace. From time to time a cara
van trooped across the bridge into
Cairo.
DO you care for poetry, Mr.. Jones?"
81? | used to write it."
"And you aren't afraid to admit it?"
We'll, l shouldn't confess the deed
% every one" he answered frankly.
We all write poetry at one time or
another; but it's generally not consti-
and We recover"
Il do not see why any one should be
ashamed of writing poetry"
"Ah, but there is poetry and poetry.
Ny kind and Byron's is born Of kin
lred souls; but he was an active
genius, whereas, I wasn't v g a pas
'ive one. In all great poets l find my
'wn rejected thoughts, as Emerson
and that's enough for my slen-
Ter needs. Poets are rather uncom-
ortable chaps to have round. They
ire capricious, irritable, temperament
Il, selfish, and usually demand all the
attention"
The little vocal stream died up
lgain, and once more they listened to
he magic sounds Of the night. She
abruptly to look over the para
and his shoulder met hers; after
hat the world to him was never GO
ng to be the same again.
Moonlight and poetry; not the
iafest channels to sail uncharted. The
was lonely, and George was lone
too. His longing had now assumed
definite form; hers moved from this
o that, still indefinitely. The quick
less with which this definition had
'ome to George rather startled him.
first sight of Fortune Chedsoye
lad been but yesterday; yet, here he
vas, not desperately but consciously
n love with her. The situation bore
lgainst all %precepts; 1t ripped up his