THE SNOWBALL OF SCANDAL.
Evening Post, Volume XLIV, Issue 68, 17 September 1892, Page 1
THE SNOWBALL OF SCANDAL.
It bogan at the top of the hill in a very small way. Bomebody said — " I think." It rolled on, collecting bits as it went, until somebody said — " I believe." It went further and further, until somebody said — " I know." Then it rolled and rolled, until it was a great big ball that hit straight at somebody's heart because somebody said — " I saw." And though the snowball looked fair and white, though there seemed nothing wrong about it, it was a great, horrible lie. Jt began with idle gossip ; jt grew with silly chatter until it reached its full size, fed by scandal. There is only one way to fight a snowball. Again I say, "Wait!" Wait and live out your life honestly and truly, and the sunshine of good deeds will glare down upon the snowball of scandal until it melts away, and even its existence is forgotten. It is true it is hard to live things down sometimes, but t is working two ways. As by your goodness you are living down the wrongdoing of others, so by the Bame goodness you are living up to that higher life which ends the golden world where scandalmongers can never enter. Paris is the beat lighted city.