The Belle Who Died Three Weeks Later
StoryTestimony★★★★So they made every preparation for a gay time; they even sent to neighboring towns and got all her most worldly companions to come to the house; they bought her a magnificent silk dress and jewelry, and decked her out in all the finery of such an occasion. The young lady thought there would be no harm in attending the party; that it would be a trifling affair, a simple thing, and she could, after it was over, think again of the welfare of her soul.
She went decked out in all her adornments, and was the belle of the ball Three weeks from that night she was on her dying bed. She asked her mother to bring her ball dress in. She pointed her finger at it, and, bursting into tears, said, “That is the price of my soul.” She died before dawn.
Oh, my friends, if you are anxious about your soul, let everything else go; let parties and festivals pass.
The point
A young woman, concerned about her soul, is pressured by worldly parents into attending a party. Three weeks later, dying, she laments that her ball dress was the price of her soul.