Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1912-08-09
panyi He must have been joking.
What did you say his name isy'

pany! He must have been Joking.
What did you say his name 5sy'
Ryanne. Joking is my idea exact
~" George agreed. The scheme is
to plunge the stockholder into a real
live adventure, and then let him pull
o 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
Snusic. Do you dance. Miss Ched-
soyeH'
"a little" Fortune was preoecu-
pied. She was wondering what lay
behind Mr.. Ryanne's amiable jest.
= go along, both of youP said Mrs.
Chedsoye. Il am too old to dance.
prefer watching people" She sat
Gown 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 tripped
the light fantastic toe" George con-
fessed, reluctantly and nerVously, now
that he had bravely committed him
self. 1T is quite possible that the
accent will be primarily upon the
t-ir."
o Perhaps, then" replied the girl,
who truthfully was out of tune, per
haps l had better get my wraps and
we'll go outside The night is glori-
ous."
She couldn't have suggested any.
J thing more to his liking. And 90,
after little hurrying about, the two
young people went outside and began
to promenade slowly up and down the
mole. Their conversation was desul-
Story9 George had dropped back int
his shell and the girl was not equal
to the task of drawing him out.
Once he stumbled over q sleeping
beggar, and would have fallen had she
not caught him by the arm.
Thanks. I'm clumsy"
, ITS rather difficult to see them IN
the moonlight; their rags match the
paVemepts."
The Egyptian night, that sapphirins
darkness which the flexible imagina.
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.
erts.face, the Valley of the Nile. The
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 it
touched with gentlsness, lavishing
beauty upon beauty, mellowing ugli-
ness or etfacing 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
bridge took the semblance of a pearl
necklace. From time to time a cara
wan trooped across the bridge into
Cairo. The high and low weird notes
a the tom-toms, the wheeling protests
of the camels, the raucous defiance Of
the donkeys, the occasional thin
music q reeds, were sounds that
crossed and recrossed one another,
aneiently.
DO you care for poetry, Mr.. Jonesf"
81? ! used to write It."
And you aren't afraid to admit it,"
We'll, shouldn't confess the deed
70 every one" he answered frankly.
We all write poetry at one time or
another; but it's generally not eonsti-
tutional, and We recover"
u do not see why any one should DO
ashamed Of writing poetry"
rAh, but there is poetry and poetry.
Ny kind and Byron's is born of kin
dred souls; but he was an active
genius, whereas, wasn't even a pas
siVe one. In all great poets I find my
own rejected thoughts, as Emerson
says; and that's enough for my slen-
der needs. Poets are rather uncom-
Portable chaps to have round. They