THE FORTUNE HUNTER




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