The Wind That Tramps the World
to last. Into my life there came a shadow as come it does into the life of every man. 'The Wind that Tramps the World' chanced to blow through the garden. He beheld the exquisite beauty of 'Dawn-Girl' and paused. For the first time in years he was subdued and silent. He had tramped through every country and clime of the world, over every mountain and every sea. He had beheld the grandeur of Greece and Rome and all the other fabulous cities. But never had he chanced upon any sight comparable to that of 'Dawn-Girl' for loveliness. From that day forth he wooed her arduously. Each night he came to the garden, singing love lyrics of fervid intensity. He brought her all the rarest perfumes and tapestries of dazzling sunlight which he tossed on the ground before her. He even impregnated the cool night dew with all the famed perfumes of earth so that as it fell upon her it would be more enticing than even the sun-glare. But it availed him not. She cared not at all for his gifts, continuing to bend toward me as of yore. This greatly incensed 'The Wind that Tramped the World.' He who had wrecked cities, had levelled trees and stately palaces, now was impotent before this lovely girl-flower. His anger was frightful. He roared about the city so ferociously that the people fled to their homes in fear, dreading the force of the tropical storm which they imagined was about to engulf them. The great Wind planned vengeance. One night while I slept, he whisked 'Dawn-
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