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THE FORTUNE HUNTER
By
DAVID GRAHAM PHILLIPS
Author of
The Deluge, The Social Secretary, The Plum Tree, etc.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER
I ENTER MR. FEURSTEIN
II BRASS OUTSHINES GOLD
III FORTUNE FAVORS THE IMPUDENT
IV A BOLD DASH AND A DISASTER
V A SENSITIVE SOUL SEEKS SALVE
VI TRAGEDY IN TOMKINS SQUARE
VII LOVE IN SEVERAL ASPECTS
VIII A SHEEP WIELDS THE SHEARS
IX AN IDYL OF PLAIN PEOPLE
X MR. FUERSTEIN IS CONSISTENT
XI MR. FEURSTEIN'S CLIMAX
XII EXIT MR. FUERSTEIN
THE FORTUNE HUNTER
I
ENTER MR. FEUERSTEIN
On an afternoon late in April Feuerstein left his boarding-house in
East Sixteenth Street, in the block just beyond the eastern gates of
Stuyvesant Square, and paraded down Second Avenue.
A romantic figure was Feuerstein, of the German Theater stock company.
He was tall and slender, and had large, handsome features. His coat
was cut long over the shoulders and in at the waist to show his lines
of strength and grace. He wore a pearl-gray soft hat with rakish brim,
and it was set with suspicious carelessness upon bright blue, and
seemed to blazon a fiery, sentimental nature. He strode along,
intensely self-conscious, not in the way that causes awkwardness, but
in the way that causes a swagger. One had only to glance at him to
know that he was offensive to many men and fascinating to many women.
Not an article of his visible clothing had been paid for, and the
ten-cent piece in a pocket of his trousers was his total cash balance.
But his heart was as light as the day. Had he not youth? Had he not


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