One Who Awakens Gradually Out Of A

I'm Tired," She Uttered Complainingly. "i Know You Are." "you Don't Know Anything About It. Why Should You Know? I Never Was So Exhausted In My Life. But It Isn't Unpleasant. A Thousand Emotions Have Swept Through Me To-night. I Don't Comprehend Half On Them. Don't Mind What I'm Saying; I Am Just Thinking Aloud.

Who Can Tell What Metals The Gods Use In Forging The Subtle Bond Which We Call Sympathy, Which We Might As Well Call Love.

I Don't Mind Walking. I Always Feel So Sorry For Women Who Don't Like To Walk; They Miss So Much--so Many Rare Little Glimpses Of Life; And We Women Learn So Little Of Life On The Whole.

But Whatever Came, She Had Resolved Never Again To Belong To Another Than Herself.

The City Atmosphere Certainly Has Improved Her. Some Way She Doesn't Seem Like The Same Woman.