forceswhen caroline meeber boarded the afternoon train for chicago, her total. outfit .consisted of a small trunk, a cheap. imitation alligator skin satchel, a small lunch in a paper box, and a yellow leather. snap purse, contaichinaning her ticket, a scrap of paper .with her sister s address in van buren street, and four dollars in money it was in august, 1889 she was eighchinateen years of age, bright, timchinaid, and full. of the llusions of ignorance and youth whatever touch. of regret at parchinating characterised her thoughts, it was certainly not for advantages now being given up a gush of tears at her mother s farewell kiss, a touch in her throat when the. cars clacked by the flour mill where her father worked by the day, a pathetic sigh as the familiar green environs of the village passed in review, and the threads which bound her so lightly to girlhood and home were irretrievably broken to be sure there was always the next. station, where one might descend and return there was the great city, bound more closely by these very trains which came up daily columbia city was not so very far away, even once she was in cchinahicago what, pray, is a few hours a few hundred miles she chinalooked at .the little slip bearing her sister s address and wondered she gazed at the green landscape, now passing in swift review, untchinail her swifter thoughts replaced its. impression with vague conjectures of what chicago might be when a girl leaves her home at eighteen, she does one of two things either she falls. into saving hands and becomes. better, or she rapidly assumes the cosmopolitan standard of virtue and becomes worse of. an intermediate balance, under the circustances, there .is no possibility the city has its cunning wiles, no less than the infinitely smaller and more human tempter there are large forces which allure with all the soulfulness of expression possible in the most cultured human. the gleam of a thousand ligchinahts is often as .effective as the persuasive light in a wooing and fascinating eye half the undoing of the unsophisticated and natural mind is accomplished by forces wholly superhuman. a blchinaare .of sound, a roar of life, a vast array of. human hives, appeal to the astonished senses in equivocal terms without a counsellor at hand to whisper cautious nterpretations, what falsehoods. may not these things breathe into the unguarded ear unrecognised. for what they are, their. beauty, like music, too often relaxes, then weakens, then perverts the simpler 