The Knoxville independent. [volume] (Knoxville, Tenn.) 1894-current, 1918-05-18

owned stock In concern called ne
United Romance and Adventure COM
pany;' and that for 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 stakeholder into 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.
60 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 her.
self comfortablyl 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. "It Is quite possible that the
accent will be primarily upon the
trip"
Perhaps, ther," replied the girl,
who truthfully was out of tune, "per-
haps I had bettsr get my wraps and
we'll go outside, The night Is glori-
GUS"
She couldn't Rave suggested any
thing more to his liking. And so,
after little husrying 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 a sleeping
beggar, and would have fallen had she
not caught him by the arm.
Thanks. I'm clumsy"
TITS rather difficult to see them in
the moonlight; their rags match the
pavements."
The Egyptian night, that sapphirine
darkness which the flexible magma
ton peoples with lovely and terrible
shades, or foods with mystery and ro-
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,
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 gentleness, lavishing
beauty upon beauty, mellowing ugli.
ness 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
bridge, took the semblance of pearl
necklace. From time to time cara.
1 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?'
well, I shouldn't confess the deed
to every one" he answered frankly
I'VE all write poetry at one time oil
another; but it's generally not consti
| tutional, and we recover"
II do not see why any one should be
ashamed of writing poetry"
"Ah, but there is poetry and poetry
My kind and Byrons is born of kin
dred souls; but he was an active
genius, whereas, I wasn't even a pas
sive one. In all great poets 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
are caprieious, irritable, temperament
al, selfish, and usually demand all the
attention"
The little vocal stream died VI
i again, and once more they listened tt
the magic sounds Of the night. Sh,
stopped abruptly to look over the para
pet, and his shoulder met hers; afts
that the world to him was never 60
ing to be the same again.
4 Moonlight and poetry; not tn
safest channels to sail uncharted. Thu
girl was lonely, and George was lone
ly, too. His longing had now assume,
definite form; hers moved from thi
TO that, still indefinitely. The quick
ness with which this definition ha,
come to George rather startled him
His first sight Of Fortune Chedsoy
had been but yesterday; yet, here h
was, not desperately but consciousl
In love with her The situation Dor
against all precepts; It ripped up hi
preconceived ideas Of romance as