“Will you go with me still higher to taste the sweetness of a more ethereal level?” Intoxicated with the charms already felt, Miss Church-Member was ready for any height. Upward they went on the venturesome trolley, admiring the phenomenal ride and the scenery it opened to their view in panoramic splendor. Their course wound round and round until they came to the horizontal circle twenty-five hundred feet above the base. This was a place of more refinement and beauty. The touch of the finer artists was seen in all the arrangement and style of the terraces and hanging gardens, but especially in the rich variety of flowers and plants that added their wealth to the novel combinations. 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. “What can be the meaning of that?” queried Mr. World as he saw, through the glass of the little lid, the struggling insect. “So may it be to any foe that seeks to separate us,” she explained. “Then let me carry the locket,” he suggested. “You have captured the foe; allow me to keep him imprisoned.” There was a happy exchange of glances as she pressed the little prison into his hand. “It is yours forever,” she pledged under the sway of her rising emotions. And he, accepting it with a warm heart, spoke thus in glowing words: “I accept the endless task and also pledge to the utmost of my power to keep any foe imprisoned that seeks to rob your life of any passing happiness.” “Shall we go still higher?” he soon asked as he fixed his eyes on the dizzy terraces two thousand feet above them. “In your presence I fear no height,” was her confiding response. The trolley cars ascended no higher, so they proceeded to the interior elevators. But they were told that no visitors were allowed above that point that privilege being reserved alone for the inventors.