On the table before me stands the portrait of one such woman.

When she was a merry-hearted girl, she fell in love with a handsome, brilliant young fellow, whose only failing was a dangerous fondness for liquor.

He loved her deeply--better than anything else in the world--except drink.
Nevertheless, he promised to overcome even this passion for her sake.
During the month immediately preceding their marriage, he came twice into her presence intoxicated.

In vain did her family plead and protest.

Her only answer was: "Harry cannot keep straight without some one to help him.