before him. Now is his golden opportunity. He must not miss it, and he
does not, and that beautiful girl who entered the dancing school as pure
and innocent as an angel three months ago returns to her home that night
robbed of that most precious jewel of womanhood--virtue!

When she awakes the next morning to a realizing sense of her position
her first impulse is to self-destruction, but she deludes herself with
the thought that her "dancing" companion will right the wrong by
marriage, but that is the farthest from his thoughts, and he casts her
off--"_he_ wishes a pure woman for _his_ wife."

She has no longer any claim to purity; her self-respect is lost; she
sinks lower and lower; society shuns her, and she is to-day a brothel
inmate, the toy and plaything of the libertine and drunkard.

How can I picture to you the awful anguish of that mother's heart, the
sadness of that father's face, or the dreadful gloom which settles over
that once happy home. Neither their love nor their gold can repair the
damage done. Their sighs and tears cannot restore that virtue. It is
lost, gone forever. Ah, better, yes, infinitely better, would it have
been if instead of placing their only darling in the dancing school,
they had laid her in the grave by her little sister's side while her
soul was pure and spotless.

But how is it with her ball-room Apollo? Does society shun him? Does he
pine away and die? Oh, no; he continues in the dancing school,
constantly seeking new victims among the pure and innocent.

Like flowers, the choicest ones are plucked first, and most admired,
their beauty soon fades and they are cast aside for new ones. Parents,