“‘Not the Protectress of Homes,’ he cried, ‘but the ally of the Monster. Not the Goddess, _Modesty_, but her sham sister, _Prudery_. Down with false gods!’ “So saying, he threw the idol to the ground, where it was shattered into a thousand pieces. With those pieces the Fathers stoned him to death. “But in many households that night there was a baring of the Veiled Idol. And ever, behind the folds, was revealed not the pure gaze of the True Goddess, but the simper and leer of _Prudery_, mute accomplice of _Shame_. “Thus did the city awake. Fearfully it gathered its forces; tremblingly it prepared its war upon the Monster. But the Monster is intrenched. Its venom runs through the blood of the people, poisoning it from generation to generation, so that neither the grandsons nor the great-grandsons of those who stoned the martyr to the False Goddess shall escape the curse. The Prophet has said it: ‘Even unto the third and the fourth generations.’ “_De te fabula narratur_; of you is the fable narrated. “The Land of Parables is your country. “The stricken city is your city. “The Monster coils at your doorway, lying in wait for your loved ones; and no prudence, no precaution, no virtue can guard them safely against his venom so long as the Silence of Prudery holds sway.” Dr. Strong let the newspaper fall on his lap, and looked slowly from face to face of the silent little group. “Need I tell you the name of the destroyer?” he asked. “Not me,” said Mrs. Clyde in a low tone. “It is a two-headed monster, isn’t it?” The Health Master nodded. “And because we all fear to utter the words ‘venereal disease,’ our children grow up in the peril of the Monster whose two allies are Vice and Ignorance.” “One editor in this town, at least, has some gumption,” commented Grandma Sharpless, peering over her spectacles at the sheet which Dr. Strong had let fall. “Which paper is it?” “None, if you must know. The fact is, I read that allegory into the newspaper, not out of it.” “Then it was your own?” asked Mrs. Clyde. “Such as it is, mine own. But the inspiration came from this headline.” He pointed to a legend in heavy type:— DIVORCE IN THE INSIDE SET AFTER SEX MONTHS OF MARRIAGE, MRS. BARTLEY STARR SEEKS FREEDOM—NATURE OF CHARGES NOT MADE PUBLIC “Do you know what is back of it, Strong?” asked Clyde. “The ruin of a life. Bartley Starr has been a ‘rounder.’ With the curse of his vices upon him he married a young and untaught girl.” He repeated with slow significance a passage from the allegory. “The Monster entered into the house of her marriage, and from henceforth she must go, a maimed creature, sexless and childless, to the end of her days.” “Oh, no, no!” burst out Mrs. Clyde. “Not poor little, lovely, innocent Margaret Starr!” “Too innocent,” retorted the Health Master. “And more than innocent; ignorant.” “But Bartley Starr!” said Mr. Clyde. “Who would have supposed him such a scoundrel? And with his bringing-up, too!”