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The vintner picked up his hat and Gretchen led hilance at the closed carriage, the sleepy driver, the weary horse Neither did he heed the man dressed as a carter hen he saw the vintner, turned and followed Finally, when the vintner veered into the Adlergasse, he stopped, his hands clenched, his teeth hard upon each other He even leaned against the wall of a house, his face for the moment hidden in his ar! Crooked way, indeed!" He flung down his ar at the stars "He will see intoOh, Gretchen!"

"Gretchen?" The carter stepped into a shadow and waited

Carht He had ruesome, and the royal box was vacant Outside he sat down on one of the benches near the fountains in the Platz His prolific i's ride, down the southern path of the mountains, the black squirrels in the branches, the red fox in the bushes, the clear spring, and the drink out of the tin cup which hung there for the thirsty! How prettily she had wrapped a leaf over the rusted edge of the cup! The leaf lay in his pocket He had kissed a dozen times the spot where her lips had pressed it Blind fool! Deeper and deeper; he knew that he never could go back to that safe ledge of the heart-free Tiiven the thousand years of the wandering Jew

Bah! He would walk round the fountain and cool his crazy pulse He was Irish, Irish to the core Would any one, save an Irishs? His e; he was at odds with the world, andand shoulder hihed ruefully He was in a fine mood to make an ass of himself

He left the bench and strolled round the fountain, his cane behind his back, his chin in his collar He had made the circle several tione now, the walk having caly for his clu at the animated obstacle