"What a pity," thought I, as we sped along, "that this young woman, with
all of her beauty, grace and charm, and with all of her splendid traits
of character, should fall a victim to the awful curse of drink! Could
this condition have been brought about because she had no work to
perform and too much time and money to squander recklessly? What a pity
that there are human beings who make and sell poisonous stuff for money
which not only robs those who use it of their reasoning power, but which
undermines the very foundation of the human race! Those people who make
and sell liquor, knowing that it will ultimately destroy the lives of
thousands of human beings, are just as much murderous poisoners as would
be the chemist who would knowingly give a deadly drug to an intended
suicide."
When we arrived at the apartment house, which was one of the most
magnificent in New York, it was with some difficulty that I was able to
arouse her sufficiently so that she could walk with my assistance.
Entering the vestibule, I asked her if she could get along without
further help, but she insisted that I should go to her rooms, so getting
into the elevator we were taken up to the eighth floor. As though he was
accustomed to this sort of an affair, the elevator attendant went ahead
and opened one of the doors on the right of the hallway, and after
turning on the electric light, and we had entered, he withdrew at once,
quietly closing the door after him. I then found myself within one of
the most elegantly furnished drawing rooms imaginable. At one end of the
apartment was an archway gorgeously draped with costly tapestries which
partially screened another room beyond, which served as a bed-chamber.
Arletta staggered forward, half pulling me along with her into this
other room, and throwing herself upon the bed, ordered me, in a dazed
sort of a way, to remove her clothing. I was dumbfounded at this
extraordinary command and felt that I was placed in an extremely awkward
position. I did not like the idea of allowing the poor girl to remain
over night, in the uncomfortable position she had taken, bound as she
was by tightly fitting garments, and still I realized that it was a very
delicate undertaking to follow out her instructions, knowing full well
that if she were in her right senses she would be horrified at the
thought of such a thing. But as I stood looking at her for several
moments in a state of perplexed indecision, and wondering what course to
pursue, she began to moan as if in agony, and without further hesitation
I decided to go ahead and do my best to make her position more
comfortable. So I began by taking off her shoes.
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