"If I ever see you again--" blustered the lover.

"I sincerely hope that will never happen," remarked the stranger,
without turning his head. "Instinct of the purely animal sort tells me
that if our paths cross in this life it will be very bad for one or the
other."

When Farr was in the highway he fumbled in his pocket and found the
withered rose. He tossed it away among the roadside bushes.

But after he had gone on his way for some distance he retraced his steps
and hunted in the bushes for a long time on his hands and knees until he
found the poor little keepsake.

He put it carefully into the deepest pocket he could find in his newly
acquired habiliments and trudged on down the world.




VI

A MAN ON FOOT AND A MAN IN HIS CHARIOT

A blatant orator, haranguing passionately, attracted two new auditors.

A tall young man sauntered to the edge of the little group in the square
and listened with a smile which indicated cynical half-interest.