A LONELY WANDERER 187 



crowds down and every moving object passes quickly 

 from view* A few steady strokes and the lonely 

 wanderer was lost in the low, moving clouds* He 

 may have been tempted by the brightness of the 

 moonlight to cross the city, where feeble lights 

 reached helplessly upward in the great glow. Such 

 an apparition tempts a long vigil, but the bright and 

 steady effulgence that passed the zenith and followed 

 the lead of Mars and Saturn toward the west was 

 not again animated by a passing migrant* 



