The very thought of it makes the "caution bell" tinkle in our ears--but caution is a species of cowardice, after all, we say--a man of _courage_ may dare anything _once_.

And just at the moment we waver who comes along but our old friend _Self-indulgence_!--the well dressed, carefree fellow who once told us all about "Easy Street" and invited us to look in on him sometime.

Nothing would please him more than to show us the whole works--and here he is shaking us by the hand and pulling us along--for he is an affable fellow and will not take "no" for an answer.
Our struggle is feeble--a huge chunk of our strength of character falls off into space then and there.

Even at the gilded entrance we try again to beg off--to slip away--but Self-indulgence will not hear.

So together we go through the portals leading into a grandeur we had never known--beyond our experience and power to believe.