THE WALLED GARDEN
NCE on a winter day, a man walked to and fro under
his garden wall. "What a glorious day this is!" he said to
himself. "The snow sparkles in the sun like pearl and
diamond, the air is frosty yet genial, the whole world
is full of life and vigor. It is good to be alive on
such a day."
Presently he saw his brother passing by on the other side
of the road. He looked blue with cold; his teeth chattered,
and his head was drawn down between his shoulders as if in
the face of something bitter.
When the man saw him, he cried out, "How now, brother? why
do you look so ill at ease on a day like this, a day that
fills one with the very wine of life?"
"I look ill because I am so!" replied
the other. "The cold plucks at my very
 heart, and the north wind pinches the marrow in my bones."
"Wind!" said the first man. "I feel no wind."
The other threw him a glance. "No!" he said. "If I were
in a walled garden that took the sun, maybe I should not
feel it either."