All through school and college the young soul dreamed of self-sacrifice, of succor to the helpless and of tenderness to the unfortunate.

We persistently distrust these desires, and, unless they follow well-defined lines, we repress them with every device of convention and caution.
One summer the writer went from a two weeks' residence in East London, where she had become sick and bewildered by the sights and sounds encountered there, directly to Switzerland.

She found the beaten routes of travel filled with young English men and women who could walk many miles a day, and who could climb peaks so inaccessible that the feats received honorable mention in Alpine journals,--a result which filled their families with joy and pride.

These young people knew to a nicety the proper diet and clothing which would best contribute toward endurance.

Everything was very fine about them save their motive power.
The writer does not refer to the hard-worked men and women who were taking a vacation, but to the leisured young people, to whom this period was the most serious of the year, and filled with the most strenuous exertion.