ertainly would not have required his frequent visits,
but it pleased the investigator, reared in the school of Stoics, to
watch how this warm-blooded young artist voluntarily submitted to
live in accord with reason and Nature--the guiding stars of his own
existence.

But Hermon opened his soul to his learned friend, and what Erasistratus
thus learned strengthened the conviction of this great alleviator
of physical pain that suffering and knowledge of self were the best
physicians for the human soul. The scientist, who saw in the arts
the noblest ornament of mortal life, anticipated with eager interest
Hermon's future creative work.

On the seventh day the leech removed the bandage from his patient's
eyes, and the cry of rapture with which Hermon clasped him in his arms
richly rewarded him for his trouble and solicitude.

The restored man beheld in sharp, clear, undimmed outlines everything at
which the physician desired him to look.

Now Erasistratus could write to his friend Herophilus in Alexandria that
the operation was successful.

The sculptor was ordered to avoid the dazzling sunlight a fortnight
longer, then he might once more use his eyes without restriction, and
appeal to the Muse to help in creating works of art.

Thyone was present at this explanation. After she had conquered the
great emotion which for a time sealed her lips, her first question,
after the physician's departure, was: "And Nemesis? She too, I think,
has fled before the new light?"

Hermon pressed her hand still more warmly, exclaiming with joyous
confidence: "No, Thyone! True, I now have little reason to fear the
avenging goddess who pursues the criminal, but all the more the other
Nemesis, who limits the excess of happiness. Will she not turn her swift
wheel, when I again, with clear eyes, see Daphne, and am permitted to
work in my studio once more with keen eyes and steady hand?"

Now the barriers which had hitherto restricted Hermon's social
intercourse also fell. Eumedes, the commander of the fleet, often
visited him, and while exchanging tales of their experiences they became
friends.

When Hermon was alone with Thyone and her gray-haired husband, the
conversation frequently turned upon Daphne and her father.

Then the recovered artist learned to whom Archias owed his escape from
being sentenced to death and having his property confiscated. Papers,
undeniably genuine, had proved what large sums had been advanced by the
mercha