I have always, I fear, been afflicted with an excess of sentimentality, a defect which has caused me unhappiness and disagreeable complications on more than one occasion. In casual dealings with the fair sex, it is well to avoid sentimental weakness.

In plain words, a hot cock and cold heart make the best combination. When sentimental considerations begin to play too conspicuous a part in sexual affairs we are in for disappointment or trouble or maybe both. There is a funny superstitution prevalent among women of middle and lower class in England to the effect than a man will never, forget a woman who has sucked his cock and young wives are frequently advised by older women to employ this unique method of firmly anchoring their husband's affections! As to what truth there may be in the allegation, I hardly dare venture to maintain but before twenty-four hours went by I wanted to see Rose again so badly, I could harly think of anything else. Financial considerations prevented my immediate return and was two weeks before I could accumulate the necessary funds.

I returned but when my eyes eagerly swept the assembly in search of Rose, she was not visible.

"Is Rose in?" I inquired, politely.

"No, she's gone." was the brief response.

"When will she be back?" I asked, my heart sinking with disappointment.

"She won't be back. She's gone away."

"Where can I find her?"

Nobody knew, or they did know which was more likely, they were not disposed to tell. Wouldn't another girl do just as well? Clearly, in the matter of having one's cock sucked, they were unable to see why any fine distinctions between girls should be drawn.

I shook my head negatively, my heart too full for words. I wanted Rose and nobody but Rose-the disappointment was too keen to consider a substitute. They all looked drab and unattractive in comparison with the vanished Belgian. I backed out of the door, went down the stairs I had ascended in such a pleasant glow of anticipation, to turn my steps disconsolately homeward.