did, anyway. He
was a favorite with the girls, and that is what spoiled him. He
got into the company of bad girls and boys, and before he was
fifteen years old he was the worst boy in town. He is now about
twenty-one or twenty-two, and no respectable girl will have
anything to do with him. I prayed and prayed that he might be
changed, but it seemed that it was not to be. I was only a child
then, but I loved as earnestly as any woman ever did. After
awhile my feelings changed. For a time I hated and loved him by
turns. Then I began to feel sorry that he could not be good, and
so finally I only felt pity for him.

M., 34. I remember that when I was three years old I was very
much in love with a young lady of eighteen, the grocer's
daughter, who was one of our neighbors. She was especially fond
of me, and came for me nearly every day to spend a part and
sometimes the whole of the day with her. My sister was married in
the month before I was three, and I remember many of the
incidents of the wedding. That event marked the first that I can
remember about my love for Miss Carter. This love lasted during
three years,--until I started to school. Then I soon fell in love
with another young lady,--a very beautiful and popular French
girl of eighteen. I asked my teacher if I might sit by her. He
told me that I might if she were willing. I at once asked her,
and she made me very happy by giving her consent. I was her
seatmate during all of the remainder of that school year. I was
very jealous about the attentions which she received from her
many admirers, and was thoroughly miserable during the days that
she was absent from school. There was another young lady in the
same school whom I loved at the same time, but not with the
intensity of my love for my seatmate. In my seventh year I fell
in love with a little girl about my own age. I loved her very
much, and she loved me in return. We were free and natural in our
demonstrations of kissing, embracing and exchanging gifts and
attentions. In the case of the two young ladies who were free and
even excessive in fondling me, I was relatively passive, but
enjoyed all their expressions of love very much. During the years
from eight to twelve I was very desperately in love with a girl
three years older than I, but about the same size. She was