Walking down the street now after the
twenty years, thinking of these dead but inno-
cent days, this was the picture he saw; and as
he reflected upon it, even the despoiled and
desolate years just passed seemed richer by
contrast.

He reached the station thus dreaming, and
found, as he had been told when the warden
bade him good-by, that a train was to be at
hand directly bound to the city. A few
moments later he was on that train. Well
back in the shadow, and out of sight of the
other passengers, he gave himself up to the
enjoyment of the comfortable cushion. He
would willingly have looked from the win-
dow, -- green fields were new and wonderful;
drifting clouds a marvel; men, houses, horses,
farms, all a revelation, -- but those haunting
visions were at him again, and would not
leave brain or eye free for other things.

But the next scene had warmer tints. It
was the interior of a rich room, -- crimson
and amber fabrics, flowers, the gleam of a
statue beyond the drapings; the sound of a
tender piano unflinging a familiar melody,
and a woman. She was just a part of all the
luxury.