The Idaho Republican. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1904-1932, 1913-07-18
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THE GIRL IN THE GUTTER.

while she liveth."-l Tim. v, g.
Remember Jean Valjean's dream in
Lies MlserabIes?" Conscious of his
crime. he sleeps. and sleep reveals the
death of sin. He dreams he is ut RO-
mainsville, little garden park near
Paris, full Of music, flowers and pleas
ures But the flowers, trees, the very
sky, in this domain of revelry. are the
color Of ashes. A man leans against
wall at corner where two streets
meet. He asks, why is all so still?'
The man seems not to hear, makes no
reply. In amazement he walks through
courts and gardens, by fountains and
pavilions, everywhere ashen color, ST.
lent men and women. In horror he
tries to run. When looking back he
finds the Inhabitants Of the lifeless
town clustering about him crying. do
you not know you are dead?' With
cry he awakes and feels his sin. Paul
paints the poor scarlet girl of the
street In a vivid sentence. Moving,
speaking, laughing-dead! saw her
yesternight-eyes that sparkled. pen
ciled lashes and brows, rouged cheeks,
painted lips, yet CHASTITY as the skull
on my desk that grins with naked jowl
and stares with empty sockets. Be-
meath gaudy robe and sparkling neck
lace she walked in loathsome death:
behind that laugh and beribboned form
a dead woman-walking. talking, dead
and yet alive. living and yet dead
dead to womanhood, home. society,
dead to God
Tho Slime Of the Serpent.
1t was In police court No. IA. you
should have put her on street car.
officer" That's one on me, your hon
or" Things were being done quickly.
The young woman had tear stained
face and shamed look. Influential
friends were fixing" things. News
paper men were "buffaloed" There
was general wink all around. Not
the disgrace of being intoxicated. but
the wandering away from the dinner
party. the arrest at the corner, pub
llcity. The others were piled into
by chauffeurs. There is
less drunkenness among men and more
among women than formerly.
It's very common sight to see wOm-
en- drinking cocktails before dinner.
Drink seems to deaden their finer SEN
sibilities. They blush less easily at
risque stories after cocktail or high
ball. Another girl. about the same
age, not so well dressed, no. velvet
vested friends, stood weeping before
his honor in court No. IA about an
hour later. "Cut out the booze. chick
en-, an don't wander out of your dis
trict. Suspended sentence!' Right
e0us Judge! was afraid he would
fine her S. of her blood-no, soul
Somebody's Little Girl.
The body went to the morgue. She
was found in a dingy back room in
mean hotel with an empty bottle In
her hand. She had come from some
where up state" Observation-Disclosures
ng happens in the country. She saw
Sam and Sally every Sunday at church
Ind at picnics. The same homely
aces and the same homely life. But
n the city-life would be fresher and
fuller there! Poor grille! Not the
,old, phlegmatic. passionless woman
who goes astray. but the girl with
rervent feeling. impassioned enthusi-
asms, demOnstrative love. There's an
svil which tempts not the bad, but the
good In us. So the little girl drifted
INTO cheap lodging house on the east
side. Her little room was cherries
rs vault. The four bare walls frown-
I'd at her, and her heart froze when
The came back. tired and footsore. Six
iollars week between her and star
Vation. and she wanted pretty things
and friends and yet to be decent. The
weeks went by with CHASTITY loneli-
hess. She hunted up church, but 1t
,eemed so different from the country
church, where every one knew every
,ne. She went back lonelier than ever.
Then she met Flossie Flossie lived
n rented room house next door. She
vas gaudy and overdressed.~> The lit
lie girl took much In at glance. But
Flossie smiled The little girl was
mile hungry. and she returned 1t.
Destiny hung on that smile. She went
With Flossie. She was as timid as
ieer. The little girl was no fool. She
Jaw the precipice. But the back room
Ind the loneliness and the SO a week
we're outshone by music. light and
Iuch rich friends She went with
Sl0ssie. Then she was swallowed up
~ the Unsuitable nav Of the great
.ity. Up home they still 60 to the
,ostofflce and wonder why they don't
rear from the little girl.
"Rescue the Perishing!"
'"The gates of hell swing in. Don't
hey swing out, preacher?" Seldom.