St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1886-05-22

whipped him and held him till they could
get a policeman. The consequence was that
when she heard that her Charley was going
wrong she did something different from sit
ting down, as most girls would, and having
good weep. First she wrote to him all she
had heard, and he, preferring to lie rather
than lose her and her half million, wrote
DacK that he was saint, and whoever said
he wasn't was liar, so to speak. She
didn't believe him, and she wrote to me.
Il am coming home" she said, with the
most daring scheme | ever had, and you
and your cousin Bob are in it." knew it
would be something breathless, but was
hardly prepared for what it turned
out to be. She wanted to get male
toggery for herself and me, and then have
Cousin Bob to introduce us as young for
eigners to ''her Charley" as she always
called him. l was like Artemus Ward
during the war, perfectly willing to sacri-
fice all my wife's relations, but would not
go myself. my figure is not exactly the
sort for male attire, my DEAR" said 1; ''its
too, er-too too, don't you know,
but you'll do with your hair
clipped, and you can have Cousin
Bob" She wanted to put in night around
town with her Charlie, and, as Bob knew
him very well, it was as easy as an old
stocking. Bob wouldn't hear of it at first.
II KICK" he said. He actually used that
expression to me. ''All right" said l;
kick if you want to- but you'll either do
what want or you don't go anywhere with
me or my friends next summer" Well, he
did 1t, but he said I'd regret it the longest
day l lived.
Flora got herself up in the style of a law
student-One of those buttoned up things
in black, with mouth and the handle of a
cane always in it. and eyeglasses. and the
stare of baby trying to look like an old
roue. She's born actress, and she looked
SO true to life that wanted to sprinkle salt
OH her to keep her fresh. She went with
Bob and her Charlie and half
dozen others, mostly gold-plated
young snobs, to see a burlesque. Flora
pretended to be just from France and un-
able to speak English, so that nobody tried
to talk to her except Bob. Her plan
WORKED TO DOT.
She saw and heard enough to satisfy her.
To use her own words: 'sIf l went to
nunnery tomorrow I'd have had more than
my share of wickedness just from that
night" Every one of the young men,
except Bob, knew some of the girls
on the stage, and they talked about
them, she says, just as jockeys
might be supposed to talk about horses.
One of the young men fiirted with a woman
in the audience, met her after the play, and
went away to supper with her, while the
rest strolled to place called the Silver
Grill, an all-night chop house on Sixth
avenue. Flora stood it there just one
hour. She drank Rhine wine, to which
she is accustomed, but the CONVEX
sation of the young men. the stories
they told and the way they behaved
with the mattresses who attended them,
caused her to beg Bob to take her home.
He told me that he had been wanting to do
that from the first.
1T was nothing extraordinary" said he;
in fact, it was an uncommonly quiet and
orderly night the boys were having, but
they talked freely, and although should
have thought nothing of it ordinarily, still
when knew that
A SWEET AND INNOCENT GIRL
was listener and looker-on there I suf-
fered such torture as never did before in
my life. 1t gave me- new view of life,
and ever since then 1 have been half
ashamed of myself in feminine company
AS for Flora, can't tell you what she
said. She came and flung herself on my
bed and cried, the next day, till l thought
she would weep herself crazy. ''Beasts"
and ''bruteS" were the only words she
could find to apply to her companions of
the night before, and she assured me that
in all the French novels, all the
criminal reports and all the startling
talk she had ever read or heard, she had
never conceived a tenth of the perfectly
awful horribleness of these young men.
Well, that is not all. There is more to
Flora's case, and, in fact, 1 come in here
myself. Flora wrote to her Charley,
telling him that she was the French
student who spent that evening
with him. He tried to see her, but
she said she would rather touch toad.
Then he wrote to her that he was far bet
ter than an average young man; in fact
that he was rather model-sober, honest,
industrious, and without being addicted to
any vice except smoking. To cap the eli
max, her own people took his side,
and she has had assurances that he
is an uncommonly nice young man
from-whom do you think? Why, from
two clergymen, from cousin Bob, from a
great refOrmer. from a college professor.
from banker and from male relatives a
score in number. To each she has indi-
Gated her experience, and each has substan-
TALLY replied. "Well, know. to young
girl that seems outrageous but young men
must be young men, and Charlie is better
than most of his age and SEX"
Flora is disheartened and disguised. She
has not given up the sex. She means to
find some decent, clean, manly, self-re-
specting, ambitious fellow, who leads one
life, as open as book, and she means
to point to him, and tell all who have
assured her to the contrary that it
is not impossible to be decent and be
a man at the same time. But, my gracious!
It's been revelation to me. I thought the
moon and were pretty wide awake, but
it's news to me that young men who lead
such lives can be considered ex-
emplary characters. And Cousin Bob,
too! go into the North Woods and
hide yourself" I wrote to him;
Il should feel like turning hose ON you if
you came near me-" I really believe
shall have more patience with the sissies
and the molly coddles among mankind after
this. Surely, they are reputable.-Cl
Belle, in Cincinnati Enquirer
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