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

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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 1t 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
I, 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 first-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-
versation immensely.
The 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."
"Knauth, Nachod and Kuhne.
am shortly leaving for home. Better
send it to New York. l say, suppose
chap buys an adventure that is not
up to the mark; can be return it 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 a game, and doesn't
turn up for his dividends; what then?''
"In that event." answered Ryanne
sadly, "the stock reverts to. the gen.
eral fund"
George lay back in his chair and let
go his laughter. You are mighty
good company, Mr.. Ryanne."
well, well; we'll say nothing more
about it. But moment gone you
spoke as If yon we're game for an ex-
ploit."
81 still am. But If l knew the ad-
venture wsk prearranged, as you say
and l was up against wall, there
would be the inclination to cable the
firm for more instructions"
Ryanne himself laughed this time
That's a good idea. l don't believe
the company ever thought of such 6
contingency. But l repeat, our bust
ness is to give you the kickoff. After
that you have to fight for your OWE
downs"
"The stock isn't listed?" agair
laughing.
Scarcely. One man tells another
as tell you, and SO on"
"You send me the prospectus. I'm
rather curious to have look at It,
Il certainly shall do so," replied
Ryanne, with gravity unassumed
"Ah! Here come Mrs Chedsoye ant
her daughter. If you don't mind, II
make myself scarce. | do not car,
to see them just now. after your hav
ing told them about the stoleI
Yhiordes."
I'm sorry" said George. RISING
eagerly.
IT'S all in the game" gallantly.
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 NOR
about this amiable free-lance. AS tn
old fellows used to say, he littl
dreamed that destiny, one of thos
things from Pandoras box, was pre-
pairing a deeper and more intimat
acquaintance.
anu WHAT udo DSCh oihupiu6 yOu
t Mr.. Jones?" asked Mrs. Chedsoye.
a saw you laughing"
81 was talking with the rug char
/ He's a droll fellow. He said that h
n had met you somewhere. but cor
e cluded not to renew the acquaintance
r since l told him that his adventure 4
u part was known to YOU"
"That is foolish. rather enjo
8 meeting men of his stamp. Don't vol
r. Fortune?"
n Sometimes with dry littl
i; smile. II believe We have met hin
s. mother. There was something fl
miliar about his head. OF course, W
1t saw him only from a distance"
% II do not think there is any RET
a harm In him." said George. "Whs
It made me laugh was singular prop