The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-07-23

T slept, and dreamed that life was
 Beauty,
 woke and found that life was Duty
 Was thy dream then a shadowy lie?
 Foil on, poor heart, increasingly;
 And thou shalt find thy dream to be
 A truth, and monday light to thee!"
 Many a young woman owes the start
 she has made toward having good
 times to the company which she has found through some agreeable, good
 acquaintance she happened to get in | iwth. If she is a happy-go-luclzy sin gle girl, having had little experience
 in Nthe selection of forming associates, with never a notion in her mind as to
 how those she might make would turn out, she goes where the butterfly life attracts her. She has met friends, oc-
 casionally, at some lively parlor club of young women, who greet her with smiles and embraces, draw up a soft cushioned chair for her, gather in groups about her glad face, while they give and take vivacious compliments
 They tell her how much better she looks after each visit that gaily light ems her heart. They never seem to think or say anything the least dis couraging about the days that were past. There is no surer, more com p1ete way of enjoying precious hG@Ts, each give, as their experience, than a little social tipping, foe dear friends sake, when the curtains of the cozy l room shut out the gaze of would-be on1ookers.N No man at the house tempts the merry gatherers to be as jolly as they please. Some one pro poses that they give companionship, sympathy and lively attention in a toast to each other by joining in tast- ing tiny glass of wine, or made bev-
 craze to which is added that in moder- ation is not hurtfuI but signifies cheer
 and sociability. Her opinion to the propriety of such indulgence begins to waver. Conscience tells her, it means
 much to her, and that the result might
 prove hazardous. It is the turning point of her young life. Yet she tells
 herself, she dares not refuse. when it is merely for sociability sake, and would not have to be repeated. It
 was only tiny glass; bright, spark ling, she unused, as she pressed the bubbling contents to her lips. That it
 might leave taste that she would
 long for, and bitterly regret, never once. occurred to her. in her happy, congenial surroundings. Brighter she grew; her tongue was unloosed. She did not draw e>r glass aside, when
 urged to have iI refilled. Companions obligingly accompanied her home, af- ter the midnight hour. Tn their hearts, they knew she should not have 1oitered at their meeting place, but slyIy they concluded that she wouldn't be under the necessity of changing for the bet ter for she would not be we'll received l among particular members of pleasure clubs. Many of us, no matter how temperate she starts in, f1uttering like a moth around a bright candle flame,
 will judge her as being a very foolish person, rather than to think candidly l that she was but one of many, who thoughtlessly was striving to get out of the shadow of lonely pastimes If there is one kind of sociability that should eb placed at the head of the list for women to avoid it is the mix ing and minglihg with so-called friends, who are given to tipping, bringing others into the net. Let no one cajo1e the imprudent young wo-
 man into being 1ured to the primrose path Make excuses for being lone some, lacking enjoyment, finding l brightness among the jovial if you will but the fact remains the same there Will come a day of reckoning and bit ter may be the cost, if it is too late to repent.