their flight without a sense that we are changed and as the years go by companions separate seven years from the wedding-night our school girl jane and her husband chanced to visit her old home-town one evening just as the sun was setting they were strolling along en joying the balmy air and the glories of a western sunset as theypassed the little school house jane talked of old school days of her girl com panions of their studies their instructors their examinations com mencement day o how many thousand thoughts crowd the memory at sight of an old land mark in childhood jane experienced them all and among the choicest pictures on memory's wall that evening were her two girl friends amelia and favorite suddenly she stopped talking about the happy old days and a look of sadness beclouded her face poor favorite she continued she was so trusting she be lieved in sam's honesty and thought she could reform him i've heard you say he did keep straight for two years said mr campbell her husband yes he did or at least he pretended to do you think it was only pretense i lost confideace in him when he lied about a bench he broke and then bragged about his cleverness in escaping punishment — once he — well if there isn't favorite now where asked mr campbell in that buggy holding a baby in her lap that is her aged mother by her side and her little girl kneeling in front and mr and mrs campbell watched the buggy go west on main street which ran at right angles to the one on which the school house stood and on which they were strolling when they reached the corner they saw the buggy standing in front of a saloon and the little six year old girl climbing out jane experienced a sinking feeling go all over her and almost in stantly caught her husband's arm and unconsciously cried oh isn't that terrible yes it was terrible ! there sat an aged mother and her daughter the latter holding reins in one hand and supporting a babe a few months old by the other a little boy three years old was sleeping in the church yard the rays of the setting sun were just kissing the flowers on his grave planted there by a heart broken mother a pure innocent little favorite six years old was walking into a loathsome beer hall to ask a drunken father to come home with her and mama ! it was indeed a sorrowful scene ; but when that little girl appeared i again at the door alone and between sobs that were shaking her little body said something to her mother the nature of which can be guessed it became almost heart-breaking little favorite climbed into the buggy and the occupants started down the street but when about a square from the saloon the horse was turned and driven back to the saloon a second time the little girl pushed open the door — a little babe trying to rescue a brute — an angel that should be enjoying the bliss of heaven which is only another word for home walking into a sty to lead a hog from his mire ! and yet that brute that hog was her father o man what will not dishonesty and intemperance lead you to ! this time she came not unattended evidently the strangled manhood of his companions had been aroused and they insisted that the father go with his daughter there was some talking on his part when his wife asked him to come home favorite's old friend still standing unobserved on the corner east of the saloon could hear only an occasional word the wife talked loudly she seemed to have partaken ofithe husband's coarse ness — drunk for two days — leave you not a bite in the house — were some of the words that were spoken loudly enough to be heard after a few minutes the man staggered back to the saloon a hog returning to his wallowing in the mire and favorite and her little one drove to their home — what a change in a young girl's life and only nine years since her commencement day — oman