Love's Pilgrimage

It was in a little woodland glen, with a streamlet tumbling through it. She sat with her back to a snowy birch-tree, gazing into the eddies of a pool below; and he lay beside her, upon the soft, mossy ground, reading out of a book of poems. Images of joy were passing before them; and there came four lines with a picture- "Hard by, a cottage-chimney smokes, From betwixt two aged oaks, Where Corydon and Thyrsis, met, Are at their savory dinner set." "Ah!" said she. "I always loved that. Let us be Corydon and Thyrsis!" He smiled. "They were both of them men," he said. "Let us change it," she responded-"just between ourselves!" "Very well-Corydon!" said he. Then, after a moment's thought, she added, "But we didn't have the cottage." "No," said he-"nor even the dinner!" Section 1. It was the Highway of Lost Men. They shivered, and drew their shoulders together as they walked, for it was night, and a cold, sleety rain was falling. The lights from saloons and pawn-shops fell upon their faces-faces haggard and gaunt with misery, or bloated with disease and sin. Some stared before them fixedly; some gazed about with furtive and hungry eyes as they shuffled on.