Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1912-11-22


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 is my idea exact
ly," 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 little" Fortune was preoccu-
pied. She was wondering what lay
behind Mr.. Ryanne's amiable jest.
go along, both of you," said Mrs.
Chedsoye. II am too old to dance. I
prefer watching people" She sat
down and arranged herself con fort
ably She was always arranging her
self comfortably; 1t 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.
ut Is so many years since / tripped
the light fantastic toe," George con-
fessed, reluctantly and nervously, now
that he had bravely committed him
SELF TT 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 glori-
| ous."
She couldn't have suggested any
thing more to his liking. And SO,
after a little hurrying 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 shell and the girl was not equal
to the task of drawing him out.
Once he stumbled over 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
pavements."
The Egyptian night, that sapphirine
darkness which the flexible imagina
ton peoples with lovely and terrible
shades, or floods with mystery and ro
nance and wonder, lay softly upor
this strip of verdure aslant the des
ert's 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 Il
touched with gentleness, lavishint
beauty upon beauty, mellowing ugli
ness or effacing it. The deep blue
Nile, beribboned with the glancini
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-whit'
arc-lamps, spanning the Great Mil
bridge, took the semblance of pear
necklace From time to time cara
van trooped across the bridge int
Cairo.
do you care for poetry, Mr.. Jones?
"I? | used to write it."
"And you aren't afraid to admit it?
"Well, / shouldn't confess the dee,
to every one," he answered frankly
1--WE all write poetry at one time o
another; but it's generally not const
tutional, and we recover"
81 do not see why any one should b
ashamed of writing poetry"
"Ah, but there is poetry and poetry
My kind and Byron's is born of kiI
dred souls; but he was an activ
genius, whereas, wasn't even pas
sive one. In all great poets l find m
own rejected thoughts, as Emerso
says; and that's enough for my sler
der needs. Poets are rather uncon
Portable chaps to have round. The
!, are capricious, irritable, Temperament
al, selfish, and usually demand all tn
J attention"
The little vocal stream died II
again, and once more they listened I
the magic sounds of the night. Sh
stopped abruptly to look over the pars
. pet, and his shoulder met hers; afte
, that the world to him was never 81
ing to be the same again.
Moonlight and poetry; not tn
| safest channels to sail uncharted. TIL
girl was lonely. and George was lon'
: ly, too. His longing had now assume
a definite form; hers moved from thi
to that, still indefinitely. The quicl
, ness with which this definition ha
/, come to George rather startled hin
/. His first sight of Fortune Chedsoy
. had been but yesterday; yet, here b
was, not desperately but consciousl
l In love with her. The situation boz
t against all precepts; 1t ripped up h
= preconce.yed ideas of romance as