Mr. World carefully guarded his much esteemed friend during their
sight-seeing from garden to garden, for at times they encountered
throngs of people.
I saw them eventually seek rest on rustic chairs where their
conversation deepened into the relations they sustained one to the
other, succeeded at last by a tender, thoughtful silence.
In the midst of their reveries they noticed a little spider, swinging
on its silken thread, floating in the air between them.
"You rude little creature! Why do you come, at such a time, between
my friend and me?" said Miss Church-Member in a half humorous mood.
"It may be for a purpose, dear. Perhaps the little insect poses here
to remind us that we can never escape the foe that seeks to separate
us."
"Quite an ingenious explanation," she said with deepening seriousness.
"But who is that lurking foe who seeks our separation?"
"'Tis better to learn to know your enemies than to be told of them.
Hence look through your eyes askance."
Just at this instant Miss Church-Member raised her hand and caught the
little intruder, placing it alive into a locket which she had secretly
carried ever since she had visited the Pawn Shop.
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