A MODERN SYMPOSIUM
man the soul, and Vivian, the spirit. I paused for a last look down the line of bright statues that bordered the long walk below me. I fancied them stretching away to the foot of Olympus; and without elation or excitement, but with the calm of an assured hope, I prepared to begin the new day.
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THE COUNTRY LIFE PRESS, GARDEN CITY, N. Y.
