L. I SHALL MEET HIM SOME DAY.
LI. A MANNISH WOMAN.
LII. THE ONLY WAY TO CONQUER A HARD DESTINY.
LIII. THE "SMART" PERSON.
LIV. A PRETTY STREET INCIDENT.
LV. POLICY A DAMASCUS BLADE, NOT A CLUB.
LVI. THE CONSTANT YEARS BRING AGE TO ALL.
LVII. DID YOU EVER READ THE "LITTLE PILGRIM."
LVIII. EATING MILK TOAST WITH A SPOON!
LIX. BOYS, YOU KNOW I LIKE YOU.
LX. WHAT TO DO WITH GROWLERS.
LXI. GOD BLESS 'EM!
LXII. "UNTO ONE OF THE LEAST OF THESE."
LXIII. TAKING INVENTORY.
LXIV. DON'T MARRY HIM TO SAVE HIM.
A STRING OF BEADS
I.
"I DIDN'T THINK."
"I didn't think!" A woman flings the whiteness of her reputation in
the dust, and, waking to the realization of her loss when the cruel
glare of the world's disapproval reveals it, she seeks to plead her
thoughtlessness as an entreaty of the world's pardon. But the
flint-hearted world is slow to grant it, if she be a woman. "You have
thrown your rose in the dust, go live there with it," the world cries,
and there is no appeal, although the dust become the grave of all that
is bright and lovely and sweet in a thoughtless woman's really innocent
life. A young girl flirts with a stranger on the street. The result
is something disagreeable, and straight-way comes the excuse: "Why, I
didn't think! I meant no harm; I just wanted to have a little fun.
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