. Sixty and six : chips from literary workshops . alls. For I was an Indiangirl upon my pony, cantering along at a delightful pace,free as the wind. And I came to a cross-roads, and lo ! he was riding,too, and we met and exchanged a word. But conven-tional laws prevailed in this my phantasmal world, andthough I longed to turn my Indian pony round andcanter his way, yet I only smiled and passed him by, andwent upon my way, and he upon his. Then 1 heard thegreat bell ringing again, and saw him once more file, be-hind all those other prisoners, seeking once again hisprison-house. And I seemed to
. Sixty and six : chips from literary workshops . alls. For I was an Indiangirl upon my pony, cantering along at a delightful pace,free as the wind. And I came to a cross-roads, and lo ! he was riding,too, and we met and exchanged a word. But conven-tional laws prevailed in this my phantasmal world, andthough I longed to turn my Indian pony round andcanter his way, yet I only smiled and passed him by, andwent upon my way, and he upon his. Then 1 heard thegreat bell ringing again, and saw him once more file, be-hind all those other prisoners, seeking once again hisprison-house. And I seemed to know how his heart burned to befree, how he beat the wings of his soul against his prisonbars, but the work of the world held him fast. And Iyearned over him, but could never break through thelaws, even of my phantasmal, and tell him so. Thus we parted—and I was satisfied. For I knowthat more would destroy that even tenor of my mindthat desired neither depression nor elation—but dead,even calm. ELLA STERLING CUMMINS. trbe Xegenb ot tbe Crosa. AFTER Adam was banished from Para-dise he lived a Ufe of penitence ands(^|-.„::««a«»^chastity to atone in part for his past trans-gressions. As he waxed old and felt deathapproaching, he called Seth and said: Go,my son, to the terrestrial Paradise and askthe Archangel who keeps the gate to giveme a balsam to save me from death. Theway you cannot mistake, for my feetscorched the earth as I left Paradise. As Seth hastened along he found thevegetation scanty and everywhere the printsof the feet of his parents. As he nearedthe gate of Paradise, nature revived ; the airand everywhere the prints was laden with odor of flow-°^ ™Irets.° ers and the song of birds. En- tranced, half bewildered atthe changed aspect of everything, henearly forgot his mission, when suddenlyhe beheld the flaming sword of the angelwho guards the gate. The celestial beingread the inmost thoughts of Seth, and thefavor his lips refused to utter. The time of re
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