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Show STRING OF BEADS. Amlwr in Chtcufjo Herald. I A bull-frog iu a malarial pond Is expected ex-pected to croak and ltiako all the protest pro-test lie can against his surroundings. But a man! Destined for a crown and sent upon earth to be educated for tho court of the king of kings! Placed iu au emerald world with a hither edge of opaline shadow and a lino spray of di.v niund-dust to set it (sparkling with ten million singing birds to form its orchestra; orches-tra; sunset clouds and sunrise mists to drape it, and countless flowers to make it sweet while the hand of God himself upholds it on its way among tho clustering stars, what right ha- a man to find fault with his surroundings, or lament himself that all things do not go to suit him here below? When it shall lie iu order for tho glow-worm to call the inidil.iv sun to account or for tho wood lick to find fault with the century old o;tk thai protects it; or for the bluebird blue-bird to question the blaze on a midsum-rni midsum-rni r horizon because forsooth! it is a little olT color with his own wings, then iL will be time for man to find fault with tho ordering of the seasons aud tho allotment allot-ment id the weather in tho world ho is ullowed to inhabit. -4- There is ono thing we sometimes see in the face of the young that is sadder than the ravages of any disease or tho disligiU Mient of any deformity. Shall I tell you what it is? It is the mark (hat an impute thought or an unclean jest leaves behind it. No snake ever went gliding through the grass and left the (rail of delilement more palpably in its wake than vulgarity marks tho face. Von may be ever so secret in your enjoyment en-joyment of a shady story, you may hide ever so cunningly the fact that you carry something in your pocket which you purpose to show only to a few and wliteh will perhaps start the laugh that, like a bird of carrion, waits upon im-puiiiy im-puiiiy and moral corruption for its choicest feeding, but the mark of what you toil and what you do and what you laugh at is left behind like a. sketch traced indeliablo fluid. There is no beautv that can blsnd the disfigurement of such a sear. However bright your eves and rosy-red your color and soft the, contour of lip and cheek, when the relish of an impure jest creeps in tho comi liue.-s fades and perishes, as lilies in the languor oi a poisonous breath from ott the marshes. I beg of you, dear girls, shuu the companion who seeks to foul your soul with an obscene? story or picture as you would shun the contacriiui of small-pox. If I bad a daughter who went out into tho world to earn her bread, as some of you do, and one should seek lo corrupt her purity pur-ity by insidious advance, I would get down on my knees and pray God to take her to himself before her fair, sweet Innocence should sully under the breath of corruption and moral death. Nobody ever went to the devil yet bv ono big bound, like a tiger out of a junilo or a trout to the fly; it is au im-peresptiblo im-peresptiblo passage down an easy slopo, and the first step of all is sometimes taken when a young girl lends her ears to a smutty story or a questionable jest. Then let "me say airaiu, and 1 wish I could borrow Fort .Sheridan's buble to blow it far and wide, that every girl might hear: Close your ears and harden har-den your heart airainst tho insidious advance ad-vance of evil. Have nothing lodo w ith a desk-mate or with a comrade who seeks to amuse or entertain you with conversation vou would not euro to havo "mother'' hear, and which you uould bo sorry to remember if this flight the death angel came knocking at the door and hummond your soul away upon its lonely journey to find its God. -i- -t- What would a man do. I wonder, if things went so irretrievably wrong wi h him us they do with some of us women Why, take to drink, of course. 'That is a sovereign consolation I am told for many ills. A woman has no equivalent for whisky. She has got to t.lineh her hands and grit her teeth and bear her Int. And yet you tell us a man is tbe stronger. 1 tell you, my dear, I know a doen women who could discount dis-count any soldier that ever fought in the Crimean wars for downright; heroism and pluck. Where do you find the man who is willing to wear shabby clothes and old boots and a seedy hat that his boys may go liuo as fiddles? Whero do you liml a man who will get up cold mornings and make the fire, tramp to work through snow, pick bis w;iy flooding rain, weather northeast blasis and go hungry and cold that be may keep the children together which a bad and wayward mother lias deserted? First thing a man would do in such a case would be to board ihe children out with convenient relatives while he looked 11 round for a divorce and another wife! How long would a man brace up under the servant question? How long would ho endure the insolence and the flings of cruel and convert enemies because be-cause the children needed all he, could give them, aud only along the thorny road of continual harassment and trial might he attain the earnings needed to render them happy and comfortable? If a man is insulted he settles the insult with a blow straight from the shoulder and t hat is the end of it; ho would never bo able to endure, as some women do, a never-ending round of persecution that would whiten the hairs on a sealskin jacket! |