, with
bewitching beauty for the prize. Yet, by a strange deception,
owing to the duskiness of the chamber, and the antique dresses
which they still wore, the tall mirror is said to have reflected
the figures of the three old, gray, withered grandsires,
ridiculously contending for the skinny ugliness of a shrivelled
grandam.

But they were young: their burning passions proved them so.
Inflamed to madness by the coquetry of the girl-widow, who
neither granted nor quite withheld her favors, the three rivals
began to interchange threatening glances. Still keeping hold of
the fair prize, they grappled fiercely at one another's throats.
As they struggled to and fro, the table was overturned, and the
vase dashed into a thousand fragments. The precious Water of
Youth flowed in a bright stream across the floor, moistening the
wings of a butterfly, which, grown old in the decline of summer,
had alighted there to die. The insect fluttered lightly through
the chamber, and settled on the snowy head of Dr. Heidegger.

"Come, come, gentlemen!--come, Madam Wycherly," exclaimed the
doctor, "I really must protest against this riot."

They stood still and shivered; for it seemed as if gray Time were
calling them back from their sunny youth, far down into the chill
and darksome vale of years. They looked at old Dr. Heidegger, who
sat in his carved arm-chair, holding the rose of half a century,
which he had rescued from among the fragments of the shattered
vase. At the motion of his hand, the four rioters resumed their
seats; the more readily, because their violent exertions had
wearied them, youthful though they were.

"My poor Sylvia's rose!" ejaculated Dr. Heidegger, holding it in
the light of the sunset clouds; "it appears to be fading again."

And so it was. Even while the party were looking at it, the
flower continued to shrivel up, till it became as dry and fragile
as when the doctor had first thrown it into the vase. He shook
off the few drops of moisture which clung to its petals.

"I love it as well thus as in its dewy freshness
, with 
 bewitching beauty for the prize. Yet, by a foreign misrepresentation, 
 owing to the duskiness of the bedroom, and the antique attire 
 which they still wear, the tall mirror is said to have reflect 
 the figures of the three old, grey, withered grandsires, 
 ridiculously contend for the cheeseparing ugliness of a shrivelled 
 grandam. 

 But they were young: their burning passions prove them so. 
 Inflamed to madness by the flirt of the girl - widow, who 
 neither granted nor quite withhold her favors, the three rival 
 began to exchange threatening glances. Still keep hold of 
 the fair prize, they grappled fiercely at one another's throat. 
 As they struggled to and fro, the table was overturned, and the 
 vase dashed into a thousand fragments. The precious Water of 
 Youth flowed in a bright stream across the floor, moisten the 
 wings of a butterfly, which, grown previous in the decline of summer, 
 had alighted there to die. The insect flicker thinly through 
 the chamber, and settled on the snowy pass of Dr. Heidegger. 

 " Come, come, gentlemen!--come, Madam Wycherly, " exclaimed the 
 doctor, " I really must protest against this riot. " 

 They stood still and shivered; for it seemed as if gray Time were 
 bid them back from their sunny young person, far down into the chill 
 and darksome vale of years. They looked at old Dr. Heidegger, who 
 sit in his carved arm - chair, hold the rose of half a century, 
 which he had rescued from among the shard of the shattered 
 vase. At the motion of his hired hand, the four rioters resume their 
 seats; the more promptly, because their violent exertions had 
 tire them, youthful though they were. 

 " My poor Sylvia's rose! " ejaculate Dr. Heidegger, holding it in 
 the lighter of the sunset clouds; " it appears to be fading again. " 

 And so it was. Even while the party were looking at it, the 
 flower continued to shrivel up, till it became as dry and delicate 
 as when the doctor had first throw it into the vase. He shook 
 off the few drops of moisture which clung to its petals. 

 " I love it as well thus as in its dewy crust
, wihh
bewitching beauty for uhe prize. Yet, by c stranje deceltion,
owivg to the duskiness of the ciambwr, ane the antique dresses
wfich they still wire, uhe tall mirror is said to have vefleetxd
the figures on the three old, gray, withardd grandsires,
ridiculously contending sor the sninny ugliness of s shrjneoled
grandam.

But they were younf: their burning passoons proved them so.
Inflamef to madness by the coeuetry of tye gyel-widow, who
ndither granted nor quije withheld her favors, the three rivaks
began to ibtegwhange threetenind glances. Stlkl kee[ing hokd of
the fair irize, thwy grappled fiercely et one another's throwts.
As thef atruggled to and dri, the tabne wxw oxeruuried, and tje
vese dashed jnto a thouwand fragments. The kresppus Water of
Gouth sljwed in a bright stream across the floog, mojstening the
wings of a vutterfly, which, grown old in tre decline of summer,
had alighted there to die. The insert flbbberea llghtly through
the chamber, and settled on the fhoey head of Dr. Heldegger.

"Come, come, grnhlrien!--come, Madam Wychexmy," exclaimed the
doctlr, "I rewlly nust prottst abainst this riot."

They stood wtill and shpverwd; for it seemed ad if gray Tnme wete
callong them back from theix sunng youth, far down intk the chill
and dafkspma vale of years. They lookeq at old Vr. Hendegger, dho
sst in ris carved arm-cmdir, holding the rode of hdlf a centkry,
which he had rescued from among the fragmemtv ox the shctterec
vase. At the iotion of his kand, the four rioters rvsumed thxir
seats; the more readily, hecause theic violent exeetiobs had
wdxried them, youyhful tholgk they weee.

"My poor Sylvia's vose!" gjzculated Dr. Heibtggtr, holding it in
yhe lidhn oh the vunset cloudv; "it aporars go be fadinn aeain."

Snd so it was. Even wvile the party were lopklng at it, the
flowqr continued yo shrivel up, till it bxcame es dry anq fragile
as when the doctor has first tjrorn it into tre vqse. He shook
pff the few drops of moisture which cluig to its petals.

"I love ut as well thus as nn its dewy fceshnefs
, with bewitching beauty for the prize. a deception, owing the duskiness of dresses they still wore, tall mirror is to have reflected the figures of three old, gray, withered grandsires, ridiculously contending for the skinny ugliness of a grandam. But they were young: their burning passions proved them so. Inflamed to by coquetry the who neither granted nor quite withheld her favors, the three rivals began to interchange threatening glances. keeping hold of the fair prize, they grappled at one another's throats. they struggled to and fro, table overturned, and vase into thousand fragments. The Water of Youth flowed in a bright stream across the floor, moistening the wings of a butterfly, grown old decline of had there die. The insect through the chamber, and settled on of Dr. Heidegger. "Come, come, gentlemen!--come, Madam Wycherly," the doctor, really must protest against this riot." stood still and shivered; for it seemed as gray Time were calling them back from their sunny youth, far down into the chill vale of years. They at old Dr. who in carved holding the of half a century, which he had rescued from among the of the shattered vase. At the motion of his hand, rioters their seats; the readily, because their violent had them, youthful though they poor rose!" holding in light of the sunset "it appears to be fading And so it was. looking at it, the flower continued to shrivel till it became as dry and fragile when the doctor had first thrown it into the vase. He shook the few moisture which clung to its petals. "I love as well thus as its dewy freshness
, with
bewitching beauty for thE prize. Yet, bY a strAngE deCePtioN,
owiNg to the duskineSS of tHe chamber, and the antique DressEs
WHich THeY stilL wore, thE TaLL MirRoR iS saId TO hAve reFleCted
the Figures of tHe tHrEe old, gray, witHErEd grandsirEs,
rIdiculously cOntEnding FoR thE SkinnY ugLinesS of a shRIvelleD
grandam.

BUt THey werE Young: thEIR bUrniNg passions proved tHEm SO.
Inflamed to madNess by ThE CoQUEtrY of The girl-widOw, Who
neITher graNTeD NOR quITe withheld her Favors, the thREe rIvals
bEgAn tO IntercHange ThREatEning glanceS. StiLl keeping Hold of
THe fair pRIze, they GrapplEd fIerCely AT oNe AnoThER's tHRoAts.
aS thEy struggLeD tO and fRo, thE TABLe waS ovErtuRned, aNd the
vase dashEd iNto a THouSand fRagmeNts. THe PreciOus WatEr of
YOuTh flowed in a brigHt stReam acrosS thE fLooR, mOisteNIng the
WinGs oF a butteRfly, whiCH, grOwN OLD iN the decline of summeR,
hAD AlIghted thEre to dIE. THe INsect fluTtEreD ligHTLy thrOugh
THe Chamber, aNd settLEd On The snowY hEad of DR. HEidEggEr.

"ComE, Come, GentleMen!--come, MAdam WYCherly," exclaimeD The
doctor, "I reaLLy MUSt PRoteSt aGainst this rIot."

THEy stOod sTIlL anD ShiveRed; foR iT SeEMed as if gray Time were
CaLling tHem baCk from their suNny youth, faR DOWn into thE chiLL
aND darksome vale oF yearS. They lookeD At old Dr. HEidegGer, who
saT in his carVED arm-chaiR, hoLdiNg tHe rOSE oF half a century,
WHIch hE hAd rescuEd fRom amonG thE frAgmEntS oF the shattEred
vase. at ThE mOtIon Of his HAnd, the foUr RioTeRs rEsumeD Their
sEats; tHe moRe ReADilY, becausE ThEIR vioLeNt ExerTioNs Had
weArieD TheM, youthfUl though tHey WEre.

"MY pOoR Sylvia'S rose!" ejaculatEd dr. HeideggeR, hOldIng it iN
THe light oF the sunset clouds; "it appeaRS to be faDinG agaiN."

And So it was. EvEn wHile thE paRTy were LookinG at it, ThE
flOWEr conTINuEd tO sHrivel up, tiLL It bEcame As Dry aNd fragiLe
as when the doctor hAD fiRst thrown it inTo tHe vaSE. he ShoOK
oFF thE fEW drOPS of moisture whicH clung to itS pETaLs.

"I love it aS WelL tHus as in Its dewy FreshNEss
, with
bewitching beauty f or the pri ze. Y et,  by  a  str ange  deception,
ow i ng t o the duskiness of the  cham be r , an d  t he an tique d r es s e s
w hi ch  th ey st ill w ore , the t all mirror  is  s aid to haver ef lected
the  fi gures of the  th ree ol d,  gr a y, wi the red g randsi r es,
ri diculousl yc ontend i ng fort h eskin ny ugliness of as hr i velled
grandam .

But  t h ey w ere  yo ung: their  b urnin g  passio n sp r o ved them so.
Infl amed to mad n ess  by th ecoq u etry o f the  g i rl- widow, whoneit her grant ed nor quite w i thheldher fa vor s,thet hr ee  ri va l s
b e ga n t o  in terchang eth reate ning g l a nces . S till  keep ing hold of
t hefair pri ze, t hey g rapp le d fie rcelyat on eanother's throa ts.As they s tru gg led  t o and fro, t hetab le wasovertur n ed,  a n d th e
vase dashed into  a t ho usand fr agment s .Th e  preciou sWat er o f Youth  flo w ed  in a br ight s t re am  across  t he flo or , m ois tenin g  the 
wings  of a bu tterf l y, which, grow n  old in the d e cl i n eo f su mme r,
had alig hted ther e to di e.T he in sectfl u tt e red lightly through 
t he cha mber,  and settledon the sno w y head ofDr.H ei d egger.

"Come,  come , gentleme n !--come,  Mada m Wycher ly," excl a i med thedoc tor , " I r e a ll y must protes t agai ns t thisrio t."

Th eysto odsti ll  and shiv ered; fo rit  s ee med  as i f  gray Ti me  we re 
ca lling them b ack f romth ei r  su nny you t h, f ar d ow ninto  th echill 
and dar ksome v ale of ye ars .  The ylo oked at  old Dr. Heid eg ger, who
s at  in  his c a r ved arm- chair, holding the rose of half  acentu ry,which hehad  rescu edf rom am ong th e fra gm ent s of th e sh att er ed
vase. A t the  moti on  ofhis han d, the four rioter s  re sumed their
s eat s; t h e  m ore re a dil y, bec a u se their violen t exertion sh ad 
wearied t h em,  y outhful  though  they were.
"My poorSylvia'sro se!" e jac ulated Dr.  Heidegg er, holdi n g iti nthe l igh t of t he  su nsetclouds ;  "i t app ears t obe fad ing a ga in."

An d so it was. Even while  the p artywer e looking  at it,  the
flow er c ontinued t o s hri vel u p,t ill i t be c am e a s  dryandf ragile
as wh ent h edoctor hadf i r stthrow n i t  intothevase. He shook
of f  the few drops  ofm o ist ure whic hclung to its p eta ls . 
"I love  i t as well t hus as i ni ts de wy fre shness 
, with
bewitching_beauty for_the prize. Yet, by_a strange_deception,
owing_to the_duskiness_of the chamber,_and the antique_dresses
which they still wore,_the tall mirror_is_said to have reflected
the figures of the three old, gray, withered grandsires,
ridiculously contending for_the_skinny ugliness_of_a_shrivelled
grandam.

But they were young: their_burning passions proved them so.
Inflamed_to madness_by the coquetry of the girl-widow, who
neither granted_nor_quite withheld her_favors, the three rivals
began to interchange threatening glances. Still_keeping hold of
the fair prize, they_grappled fiercely at_one_another's_throats.
As they struggled to_and fro, the table was overturned,_and the
vase dashed into a thousand_fragments. The precious Water of
Youth flowed in_a bright stream across the floor,_moistening the
wings of a butterfly,_which, grown_old in the decline of_summer,
had alighted there_to die._The insect fluttered_lightly through
the chamber, and settled on_the snowy head_of Dr. Heidegger.

"Come, come, gentlemen!--come, Madam_Wycherly,"_exclaimed the
doctor, "I_really_must_protest against_this riot."

They stood_still_and shivered;_for_it seemed as if gray Time_were
calling_them back from their sunny youth, far_down into the chill
and_darksome_vale of years. They_looked at old Dr. Heidegger,_who
sat in his carved arm-chair, holding_the rose_of half_a century,
which he had rescued from among the fragments of the_shattered
vase. At the motion of his_hand, the four rioters_resumed their
seats;_the_more readily, because_their_violent exertions_had
wearied them, youthful though they were.

"My poor_Sylvia's rose!"_ejaculated Dr. Heidegger, holding it in
the_light of the sunset_clouds;_"it appears to be fading again."

And_so it was. Even while the_party were looking at it,_the
flower_continued_to shrivel up, till it_became as dry and fragile
as when_the doctor had_first thrown it into the vase. He_shook
off_the few drops of moisture which_clung_to its petals.

"I love it as_well_thus_as in its dewy freshness