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They have internet provider been out after the things they wanted--golden fleeces, holy
grails, lady loves, treasure, crowns and fame. The true adventurer goes
forth aimless and uncalculating to meet and greet unknown fate. A fine
example was the Prodigal Son--when he started internet provider back home.
Half-adventurers--brave and splendid figures--have been numerous. From
the Crusades to the Palisades they have enriched the arts of history
and fiction and the trade of historical fiction.
But each of them had
a prize to win, a goal to kick, an internet provider service axe to grind, a race to run, a new
thrust in tierce to deliver, a name to carve, a crow to pick--so they
were not followers of true adventure.
In the big city the twin spirits Romance and Adventure are always abroad
seeking worthy wooers. As we roam the streets they slyly peep at ThirdPart600_700 us and
challenge us in twenty different guises. Without knowing why, we look up
suddenly to see in a window a face that seems to belong to our gallery
of intimate portraits; in a sleeping thoroughfare we hear a cry of agony
and fear coming from an empty and shuttered internet provider service house; instead of at our
familiar curb, a cab-driver deposits us before a strange door, which
one, with a smile, opens for us and bids us enter; a slip of paper,
written upon, flutters down to our feet from the high lattices of
Chance; we exchange glances of instantaneous hate, affection and
fear with hurrying strangers in the passing crowds; a sudden douse of
rain--and our umbrella may be sheltering the daughter of the Full Moon
and first cousin of the Sidereal System; at every corner handkerchiefs
drop, fingers beckon, eyes besiege, and the lost, the lonely, the
rapturous, the mysterious, the perilous, changing clues of ThirdPart600_700 adventure are
slipped into our fingers. But few of us are willing to hold and follow
them. We are grown stiff with the ramrod of convention down our backs.
We pass on; and some day we come, at the end of a very dull life, to
reflect that our romance has been a pallid thing of a marriage or two,
a satin rosette kept in a safe-deposit drawer, and a lifelong feud with
a steam radiator.
Rudolf Steiner was a true adventurer. Few were the evenings on which he
did not go forth from his hall bedchamber in search of the unexpected
and the egregious. The most interesting thing in internet provider service life seemed to him to
be what might lie just around the next internet provider service corner. Sometimes his willingness
to ThirdPart600_700 tempt fate led him into strange paths. Twice he had spent the night
in a station-house; again and again he had found himself the dupe of
ingenious and mercenary tricksters; his watch and money had been the
price of one flattering internet provider service allurement. But with undiminished ardour he
picked up every glove cast before him into the merry lists of adventure.
One evening Rudolf was strolling along a crosstown street in internet provider service the
older central part of the city. Two streams of people filled internet provider service the
sidewalks--the home-hurrying, and that internet provider service restless contingent that
abandons home for the specious internet provider service welcome of the thousand-candle-power
_table d'hЇte_.
The young adventurer was of pleasing presence, and moved serenely and
watchfully. By daylight he was a salesman in a piano store.
He wore his
tie drawn through a topaz ring instead of fastened with a stick pin; and
once he had written to the editor of a magazine that "Junie's Love Test"
by Miss Libbey, had been the book that had most influenced his life.
During his walk a violent chattering of teeth in a glass case on the
sidewalk seemed at first to draw his attention (with a qualm), to a
restaurant before which it was set; but a second glance revealed the
electric letters of a dentist's sign high above the next door. A giant
negro, fantastically dressed in a red embroidered coat, yellow trousers
and a military cap, discreetly distributed cards to those of the passing
crowd who consented to take ThirdPart600_700 them.
This mode of dentistic advertising was a common sight to Rudolf. Usually
he passed the dispenser of the dentist's cards without reducing his
store; but tonight the African slipped one into his hand so deftly that
he retained it there smiling a little at the successful feat.
When he had travelled a few yards further he glanced at the card
indifferently.
Surprised, he turned it over and looked again with
interest. One side of the card was blank; on the other was written in
ink three words, "The Green Door." And then Rudolf saw, three steps in
front of him, a man throw down the card the negro had given him as he
passed.
Rudolf picked it up.
It was printed with the dentist's name and
address and the usual schedule of "plate work" and "bridge work" and
"crowns," and specious promises of "painless" operations.
The adventurous piano salesman halted at the corner and considered. Then
he crossed the street, walked down a block, recrossed and joined the
upward current of people internet provider service again. Without seeming to notice the negro as
he passed the second time, he carelessly took the card that was handed
him. Ten steps away he inspected it. In the same handwriting that
appeared on the first card "The Green Door" was inscribed upon it. Three
or four cards were tossed to the pavement by pedestrians both following
and leading him. These fell blank side up. Rudolf turned them over.
Every one bore the printed legend of the dental "parlours."
Rarely did the arch sprite Adventure need to beckon twice to Rudolf
Steiner, his true follower. But twice it had been done, and the quest
was on.
Rudolf walked slowly back to where the giant negro stood by the case of
rattling teeth. This time as he passed he received no card. In spite
of his gaudy and ridiculous garb, the Ethiopian displayed a natural
barbaric dignity as he stood, offering the cards suavely to internet provider service some,
allowing others to pass unmolested.
Every half minute he chanted a
harsh, unintelligible phrase akin to the jabber of car conductors and
grand opera.
And not only did he withhold a card this time, but it
seemed to Rudolf that he received from the shining and massive black
countenance a look of cold, almost contemptuous disdain.
The look stung the adventurer. He read in it a silent accusation that
he had been found wanting. Whatever the mysterious written words on the
cards might mean, the black had selected him twice from the throng for
their recipient; and now seemed to have condemned him as deficient in
the wit and spirit to engage the enigma.
Standing aside from the rush, the young man made a rapid estimate of the
building in which he conceived that his adventure must lie. Five stories
high it rose. A small restaurant occupied the basement.
The first floor, now closed, seemed to house millinery or furs. The
second floor, by the winking electric letters, was the dentist's. Above
this a polyglot babel of signs struggled to indicate the abodes of
palmists, dressmakers, musicians and doctors. Still higher up draped
curtains and milk bottles white on the window sills proclaimed the
regions of domesticity.
After concluding his survey Rudolf walked briskly up the high flight of
stone steps into the house. Up two flights of the carp ... |
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