crown, but the humble workingman, with his dream of a heaven nearby,
and a father who loved his children without distinction. He went
about among the poor and humble, the world's first revolutionist;
teaching the supremacy of the soul--a doctrine which was to be as
dynamite beneath the pillars of all established institutions. He
lived as a tramp and an outcast, and he died the death of a
criminal; and now those who had murdered him were using his
doctrines to enslave the world!--All this was a new idea to Corydon,
and she resolved forthwith that she would begin her readings with
the New Testament.

Section 6. So it went, until Thyrsis looked up with a start, and saw
that the shadows were falling. It was five o'clock, and they had not
stopped to eat! Even so, they had no time to cook, but made a cold
meal--and talked all the time they were eating.

Then Corydon said, "I must start for home."

"You won't want any supper," said Thyrsis. "Let's see the sunset
first."

"But mother will be expecting me," she objected.

"She'll know you're all right," he replied.

So they climbed the hill, and sat and watched the sunset and the
rising full moon. The air was clear, and the sky like opal, and the
pale, pearly tints of the clouds were ravishing to behold. To
Thyrsis it seemed that these colors were an image of the soul that
was disclosed to him. He would have been at a loss for words to