That man is the woman's "cadet." That is the more polite word for the old word "pimp." That is her master:--the man who takes from her the infamous earnings of her body. Lower than the murderer, in the moral scale, are these debased creatures. They are men stripped of every instinct of honor, lost to every sense of shame. They are the lowest form of the human parasite. In the borderland of the levee they live, breathe, eat and drink off the earnings of thousands of depraved women. From the earnings of their slaves they pay the police to grant their women immunity from prosecution. These men are also termed "macks." The name means nothing; it is the character of its bearing that is the horrible fact. In the South side levee district, including the places that encircle the open houses of prostitution, there are 800 of these low vile creatures. We are but describing one of the levees of the city. Conditions are similar in the others. We have seen them in the notorious cafes of the South side but they exist in swarms within the levee zone proper. The hours are swiftly passing and our trip is by no means over. Let us leave the haunts we have just visited. Let us go down to one lower level of crime and vice. We have reached Twenty-second street and Wabash avenue and we stand on the edge of the Great White Ulcer. ANTE ROOMS OF HELL. Let us follow the crowd of men and women into that large building on Twenty-second street. A novel sight greets us as we enter. Our hats and coats are checked and we walk out from behind a mirror used as a screen into a large hall on the floor of which several hundred couples are dancing to the strains of an orchestra in a balcony above. Some of the faces which we saw earlier in the evening within the loop district have also "come south," as the expression is. They are here to revel until dawn. There is no letup until the bright sun drives vice blinking and blinded back into its holes. Every type of woman, from the woman who is simply "slumming" to the most depraved and degenerate creature can be seen in this notorious levee dance hall. As the music dies down, the couples with unsteady steps, caused by the whirling about the floor and the drinks which have been freely imbibed, seek rest at the dirty, wet chairs and tables which encompass the room. Drinks are served in profusion, regardless of the state of inebriety of the patrons and regardless of the one o'clock closing law, which the police declare is in effect. Women, rendered senseless by drink, are dragged from the place nightly and carted away--God knows where! Let us get away from the reeking atmosphere, from the smell of stale beer and sickly, perspiring women. Before we enter the biggest cesspool of all, let us stop at Buxbaum's Cafe at Twenty-second and State streets,--the most notorious outside-levee dive in the city of Chicago.