HIGH LIFE.

Franklin Times, Volume 9, Issue 697, 6 January 1922, Page 5

HIGH LIFE.

(By Walt Mason)

The dame, resolved on suicide, sat down and wrote some parting lines, explaining why, before she died, and took in all her divers signs. “Too much high life, and here’s the end; I’ve fractured man’s- and nature’s laws” ; and then she shot a lady friend and killed herself, without a pause. You read it in the public prints, and doubtless gave it little thought so many tales of crimson tints are daily to your doorstep brought. The words of moralists seem vain, the folks must have their gaudy time ; “too much high life”— that will explain one half the carnival of crime. Too much joy riding in the night, when sober men are in their coops; toe* much pursuing cheap delight, and letting duty lo®p the loops. Too much of crazed and fevered love, of wedding pledges cast aside; and now the thistles above the slayer and the suicide. The wave of crime'still sweeps along, and every hour some victims fall, right seems submerged beneath the wrong; “too much high life’ explains it all. Too much high life has filed the gaols with delegates bereft of hope, with foolish dames and jingled males who face the hangmaiand the rope.