“Do I know Frank Miller, the saloon keeper?  Yes; he is connected with a turning point in my life.  How so?  Well, just be patient a minute and I will tell you.  I was almost a stranger in A.P. when I first met your mother.  It was at a social where Frank Miller was a guest.  I had heard some very damaging reports concerning his reputation, but from the manner in which he was received in society, I concluded that I had been misinformed.  Surely, I thought, if the man is as vicious as he has been represented, good women, while they pity him, will shrink instinctively from him, but I saw to my surprise, that with a confident and unblushing manner, he moved among what was called the elite of the place, and that instead of being withheld, attentions were lavished upon him.  I had lived most of my life in a small inland town, where people were old fashioned enough to believe in honor and upright conduct, and from what I had heard of Frank Miller I was led to despise his vices and detest his character, and yet here were women whom I believed to be good and virtuous, smiling in his face, and graciously receiving his attentions.  I cannot help thinking that in their case,

  “Evil is wrought by want of thought”
   As well as want of heart.

They were not conscious of the influence they might exert by being true to their own womanhood.  Men like Frank Miller are the deadliest foes of women.  One of the best and strongest safe guards of the home is the integrity of its women, and he who undermines that, strikes a fearful blow at the highest and best interests of society.  Society is woman’s realm and I never could understand how, if a woman really loves purity for its own worth and loveliness, she can socially tolerate men whose lives are a shame, and whose conduct in society is a blasting, withering curse.”

“But, papa, tell me how you came to love my mother; but I don’t see how you could have helped it.”

“That’s just it, my daughter.  I loved her because I could not help it; and respected her because I knew that she was worthy of respect.  I was present at a social gathering where Frank was a guest, and was watching your mother attentively when I saw her shrink instinctively from his touch and leave the play in which she was engaged and throw her glove in the fire.  Public opinion was divided about her conduct.  Some censured, others commended her, but from that hour I learned to love her, and I became her defender.  Other women would tolerate Frank Miller, but here was a young and gracious girl, strong enough and brave enough to pour on the head of that guilty culprit her social disapprobation and I gloried in her courage.  I resolved she should be my wife if she would accept me, which she did, and I have never regretted my choice and I think that I have had as happy a life as usually falls to the lot of mortals.”

Chapter XVII

“Papa,” said Laura Lasette, “all the girls have had graduating parties except Annette and myself.  Would it not be nice for me to have a party and lots of fun, and then my birthday comes next week; now wouldn’t it be just the thing for me to have a party?”