creatures of the night. Try it! Take the path he saw indicated, follow it, and when he reached the top of the obscuring ridge, he would see suddenly beyond him a wonderful and welcome sight; a rising city fair and mighty, the work of the daring, far-visioned Dido; at the hands of the mighty Queen, who was at once pioneer, leader, ruler and wholly woman, he would find succor and assistance, for she having known sorrow herself had learned its divinest lesson—how to pity others. For how were pity learned except by pain? The huntress points again to the slender, hardly-seen trail leading upwards.
"Do not say this leads nowhere," finished Aphrodite smiling, "Perge, qua via ducat. Take the next step!"
The Mountain-Lover sprang to his feet; he shaded his eyes with his hand, peering down the long golden lanes between the ranks of trees . . . Surely he caught a glimpse of the radiant goddess-mother, disappearing in the rosy glowing mist which
