desirable, why not? Are these admirers not rich and handsome, and do
they not move in the highest society. Ah, foolish father, how little he
knows of the ways of ball-room society.

But let us turn our attention again to the dancers, at two o'clock next
morning. This is the favorite waltz, and the last and most furious of
the night, as well as the most disgusting. Let us notice, as an example,
our fair friend once more.

She is now in the vile embrace of the Apollo of the evening. Her head
rests upon his shoulder, her face is upturned to his, her bare arm is
almost around his neck, her partly nude swelling breast heaves
tumultuously against his, face to face they whirl on, his limbs
interwoven with hers, his strong right arm around her yielding form, he
presses her to him until every curve in the contour of her body thrills
with the amorous contact. Her eyes look into his, but she sees nothing;
the soft music fills the room, but she hears it not; he bends her body
to and fro, but she knows it not; his hot breath, tainted with strong
drink, is on her hair and cheek, his lips almost touch her forehead, yet
she does not shrink; his eyes, gleaming with a fierce, intolerable lust,
gloat over her, yet she does not quail. She is filled with the rapture
of sin in its intensity; her spirit is inflamed with passion and lust
is gratified in thought. With a last low wail the music ceases, and the
dance for the night is ended, but not the evil work of the night.

The girl whose blood is hot from the exertion and whose every carnal
sense is aroused and aflame by the repetition of such scenes as we have
witnessed, is led to the ever-waiting carriage, where she sinks
exhausted on the cushioned seat. Oh, if I could picture to you the
fiendish look that comes into his eyes as he sees his helpless victim