200 ROUND ABOUT CHICAGO 



nothing on earth so happy as an old maid when 

 she "gives up/' 



I, the o. m., long since gave up, and I am happy. 

 Very happy through the long sweet summer and 

 the lingering golden autumn. But now the silver 

 moon rides high, and the red sun seeks its sol- 

 stice; and with the longer shadows comes a faint, 

 questioning dread of the lonely winter even the 

 winter of life. 



