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ARIADNE. 247striven;but evil had been stronger than she;ithad beaten her,and when she had cried to thegods, they had been silent.For what can be stronger than vileness,andof what avail is love?Iwent outfromher chamber andintothe drouthand drought of the air. No rain had faUen formany weeks, and the wind was full of hot sand,and the air was full of the hissing and hootingof stinging things." The wise men on the thresholdsaid to me indeed, indeed, there is nodisease, none at all that we can see."AndIseemed no doubt to be mad to them, forIsaid,inreply:" Nay,nay, the laurel was set in her breast,and that kiUs, when the breastis — a woman's. Ifnot the temple of Lubentina, then death. Andthe temple she would not enter. Were she vileshe were living now, Uving and laughing andlaughing loud! "AndIwent and wandered the streets, and thedog followed me spiritless and sonowful, andas wepassedby the Greek lad, he said to me:"In the verse that she once read to me they