Youth was given to us to enjoy, and I propose to press the grape to the final drop.

And when I grow old this adventure shall be the tonic to wipe out many wrinkles of care.

A mad fling, a brimming cup, one short merry month--and then, the reckoning! How I hate the thought!" He sobered; the laughter went out of his eyes and face.

Changeful twenty, where so many paths reach out into the great world, paths straight and narrow, of devious turnings which end at precipices, of blind alleys which lead nowhere and close in behind! "I love her, I love her!" His face grew bright again, and the wooing blood ran tingling in his veins.

"Am I a thief, a scoundrelly thief, because I have that right common to all men, to love one woman?
Some day I shall suffer for this; some day my heart shall ache; so be it!" The sun began the downward circle; the shadows crept eastward and imperceptibly grew longer; a gray tone settled under the stones at his feet.