Achmed Abdullah,
Framed at the Benefactors Club…
(1913)
“ He felt a prey to a tremendous, voiceless excitement as he turned down Seventh Avenue. He preferred walking, thinking that the touch of the cold, snow-wet wind on his forehead would clear his mind. He had been reckless all his life, and usually he had come through with flying colors in the occasional small adventures such as he had run across in the streets of New York and in the Adirondacks and the Maine woods. ”
Achmed Abdullah,
Framed at the Benefactors Club…
(1913)
“ You see, I've offered you an introduction to my aunt in Chicago—the finest matchmaker in seven counties—who would have shuffled the right girl, the rightly rich girl, out of the marriage deck for you. In other words, I asked you to go after things so that you might be able to achieve man's real object in life—a silk-hatted, patent-leather-shoe state of genteel vagabondage. You tell me that you are engaged to Marie Dillon, who is as poor as a church mouse. ”
Achmed Abdullah,
Framed at the Benefactors Club…
(1913)
“ Very well. I see that you aren't the pushing sort. Therefore you've got to wait for things to happen to you.” Ogilvie rose impatiently. “Wait!” came the other's smooth voice. “Things—to happen to you!” he repeated with a queer smile. “And—you said you are reckless?” “You know I am!”“Yes, yes.” Spencer mused, smiled again, and continued: “Now, in all the world, there are exactly three places where a man can wait for things—things to happen. A man of your sort——” “Meaning a reckless man?” “Meaning a fool!” “Sure I am?” “Positive. I knew you at college.” ”
