Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1913-01-09

sition he set before me. He said ne
owned stock in a concern called The
United Romance and Adventure COM
pany;' and that for a specified sum Of
money, n could have any adventure
one pleased"
did you ever hear Of such a
thing?" cried the mother merrily. For
tune searched her face keenly. "Tne
United Romance and Adventure Com
pany! He must have been joking.
What did you say his name Isl"
"Ryanne. Joking is my idea exact
ly," George agreed. "The scheme is
to plunge the stakeholder Into a rea,
live adventure, and then let MIN pun
himself out the best way he can.
| Sounds good. He added that this rug
business was an instance OF the u c
cess Of the concern. There goes tne
music. Do you dance, Miss Cned-
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. 81 am too old to dance.
prefer watching people" She sat
down and arranged herself comfort
ably. She was always arranging ner-
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 Cneo-
soye saw this, but was not in the least
shagrined.
at is so many years since | trlppeo
the light fantastic toe" George con
fessed, reluctantly and n%ervously, now
that he had bravely 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 n
| wen go outside. The night Is glori-
Q GUS"
She couldn't have suggested any
thing more to his liking. And so,
l after a little hurrying about, the two
r young people went outside n began
g to promenade slowly up and down the
It mole. Their conversation was desui
II tory. George had dropped back into
his shell and the girl was not equa
v. to the task of drawing him out
i Once he stumbled over a sleeping
\; beggar, and would have fallen had she
not caught him by the arm.
Is Thanks. I'm clumsy"
It TITS rather difficult to see them IL
p the moonlight; their rags match tn
lie pavements."
The Egyptian night, that sapphirln'
darkness which the flexible imagina
ct ton peoples with lovely and terribl
ty shades, or floods with mystery and re
nance and wonder, lay softly upo
re this strip Of verdure aslant the de'
,u ert's face, the Valley of the Nile. Tn
x moon, round, brilliant, strangely nea'
suffused the SCARED old visage of tn
d. world with phantom silver; the stone
", Of the parapet glowed duly, the paw
re ment glistened Whitley, all things
he touched with gentleness, lavishin
beauty upon beauty, mellowing ugl
le. ness or effacing 1t. The deep blu
We Nile, b~eribboned with the glancin
a lights from the silent %feluccas, curlir
ISL unsteady along the sides of the fros
ter like d~ahabeahs and steamers, rollt
wn on to the sea; and the blue-whi
arclamps, spanning the Great nj
ain bridge, took the semblance of a pea
necklace. From time to time a cal
.er, van trooped across the bridge in
Cairo.
do you care for poetry, Mr.. Jones
It," 81? | used to write it."
led "And you aren't afraid to admit 1t
ed. "Well, l shouldn't confess the de
and to every one" he answered frank
I'll I'VE all write poetry at one time
are another; but it's generally not cons
lav- t~utional, and we recover"
lien 81 do not see why any n should
ashamed Of writing poetry"
ing "Ah. but there is poetry and poet
My kind and Byron's is born Of k
bred souls; but he was an act!
ma genius, whereas, l wasn't even a p
to- sive one In all great poets find
bar. own rejected thoughts, as Emeri
lore says; and that's enough for my 81
the der needs. Poets are rather unct
title Portable chaps to have round. II
lose are capricious, irritable, Temperance
pre- al, selfish, and usually demand all
nate attention"
The little vocal stream died
you, again. and once more they listened
81 the magic sounds Of the night.
stopped abruptly to look over the pi
hap. pet, and his shoulder met hers; a
I he that the world to him was never
con- ing to be the same again.
lnce, Moonlight and poetry; not
70 in safest channels to sail uncharted.
girl was lonely, and George was Il
,njoy iy, too. His longing had now assui
you, a definite form; hers moved from
to that, still indefinitely. The gu
ness with which this definition
him, come to George rather startled
ia His first sight Of Fortune Chedi
we had been but yesterday; yet, here
was, not desperately but console
real in love with her. The situation
What against all precepts; 1t ripped mp
ropo- preconceivad IDEAS Of omaAnA
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Awful Fear.