Chicago and its cess-pools of infamyWilson, Samuel Paynter
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Chicago and its cess-pools of infamy
Wilson, Samuel Paynter
Chicago (Ill.) -- Social conditions; Prostitution -- Illinois -- Chicago
“I do not know. I hope he is—I am afraid not, however. I thought you
would ascertain for me.” “Certainly, madam, certainly. Nothing easier
in the world. We’ll find out all about him. We’ll learn the innermost
secrets of his heart, and I’ve no doubts we shall find him grossly
unfaithful. Most men are.”
“Oh, not at all, sir,” the lady cries, a little startled. “I’m sure
that——”
Good sense comes to her aid, and she pauses. She must not tell all,
even to her “legal adviser.” The counsellor smiles; he has seen such
cases before. It is only an affair of exchanging an old love for a new
one.
“Has he ever maltreated you—struck you?” he asks.
“Oh, no!”
“Never attempted any violence with you?”
“He once seized a paper weight on the library table, very much excited,
while I was talking with him.”
“Indeed! he tried to dash your brains out with a paper weight, did he?
That is very important evidence, madam, very important.”
“But, sir, I did not say that he——”
“Oh, never mind, madame. Wives are too ready to forgive their husband’s
brutality. The fact remains the same, however. This infamous attempt
upon your life will be sufficient evidence with the western judge
before whom the case will be tried. I congratulate you, madame, upon
the prospect of a speedy release from such a monster.”
The woman is delighted, pays the retainer, which is a handsome one,
agrees upon the amount to be paid when the divorce is granted, and the
parties separate, mutually pleased with each other.
The counsellor now goes to work in earnest. Operations are carried
on in some western state. Witnesses are provided who will swear to
anything they are paid for; the divorce is duly obtained; the fee is
paid; and the madame coolly informs her husband that they are no
longer husband and wife.
A year or two ago the Chicago paper contained an account of a man who
had gotten one of these patent divorces from his wife. Not caring to
part from her just then, but wishing to do so when he pleased, he
locked the papers up in his desk, and said nothing to her about the
matter, and for ten years she lived with him as his mistress, in total
ignorance of her true relations to him. At last becoming tired of her,
he produced the decree of divorce and left her.
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