We are telling of the Great Curse that we may help destroy it. We have said that the wiping out of the prostitute will not cure the malady and we are soon to prove it. We have told of vice that we may show how it serves its masters. THE HIDDEN TRAGEDIES. Who can depict the crying, aching hearts of these lost women of the levees? Who can tell of the agonies undergone in their short existences? Who can know of the sleepless nights, of the hours of remorse and despair? Who can imagine the physical pain of the eating, wasting diseases? All the world's wretchedness, sorrow, hunger, thirst and suffering lies behind the lurid lights of the "redlight" haunts. Behind the paint and powder is the blue-white color of coming death. Every year, a thousand of these women outlive their usefulness to their brutal masters! This is the record for one city. Authorities say this record for the country is 60,000! WHAT BECOMES OF THEM? We shudder as we answer that question. Many of them seek the river as a last resting place and their bodies are cast ashore to lie in the county morgue a week, and then to be buried in the paupers' field. Many of them go insane and are taken to state institutions where death soon mercifully comes and wipes out their useless lives. Many of them are cast forth from the dens where they have turned their every drop of blood to gold for their masters, and are picked up dead in the alleys and streets of the city. Some are sent to other cities to die, and leave no reflections on the men and women that turned them out. God has destroyed cities for lesser evils, but Chicago lives on, fattening on the dead bodies of these victims! As the parade of lost women moves slowly to the grave the tributaries pour more souls into the lake of infamy and there is no place left unfilled! No woman going down there knows of the terrible possibilities until it is too late. That is the secret of vice; its lying lips belch forth the truth only when its shackles are welded about the limbs of its victims. Lust beckons. The eternal woman answers and approaches the poisoned spring and drinks. The eternal man is there. On and on he leads her, casts her away when he has tired, and the Vice Trust with its directorate of powerful politicians, debased men, takes her and reaps its awful profit from her. Vice first: then Graft. Graft formulated in the minds of men: Vice born in the blood of women. Death--dishonored death to the woman. Wealth--overflowing wealth to the Grafter. We have seen the city in many phases. We have not taken into consideration the army of women who maintain superficial respectability, who live at homes, some of them with husbands and children, and who yielding to temptation are carrying on liaisons. They are called "clandestine" women. They may be found in all walks of life. There are, normally estimated, 15,000 women of this type in the city of Chicago! Are you convinced that Chicago is the "wickedest city in the world"?