Going About 

The Fatigue-Party 

The Dawn 

I 

The Vision 

MONT BLANC, the Dent du Midi, and the Aiguille Verte look across at
the bloodless faces that show above the blankets along the gallery
of the sanatorium.  This roofed-in gallery of rustic wood-work on the
first floor of the palatial hospital is isolated in Space and
overlooks the world.  The blankets of fine wool--red, green, brown,
or white--from which those wasted cheeks and shining eyes protrude
are quite still.  No sound comes from the long couches except when
some one coughs, or that of the pages of a book turned over at long