New Walks in Old Ways 



a curiosity in my mind that I myself 

 can't quite understand?" 



"Ever been over there?" I inquired. 



"No," says he, "but I am going 

 come day." 



There you are again. The lure of 

 latitude and longitude! Ever the un- 

 satisfied longing for that which is 

 somewhere else. 



"There is something about it, I sup- 

 pose," I venture to suggest, "that 

 kindles your imagination." 



"Evidently there is," he said, "but 

 I never knew before that I had any 

 imagination." 



Thus another soul gives testimony 

 to the universal human wanderlust. 

 To be sure, the Eden in which he and 

 I spend our vacation days has within it- 

 self every attraction that can possibly 

 be found when he makes that little 

 journey to the sunset ridge. In fact, 

 after he has tramped about those stiff 

 clay hills he will just as surely sense 

 the call of the vine and fig tree he has 

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