Economic and social conditions, starvation wages, environment, unrestrained sexual desires, lack of religious restraint, improper association with the male sex in immature ages, desires for pleasures, luxuries and clothing, betrayal by men, are among the principal reasons why this vast percentage of the prostitutes fills the houses of iniquity. Tons of literature have been written, warning the girls of the country against the perfidious White Slaver. "LEAVE ALL HOPE BEHIND." These warnings have also been directed to the parents of our girls. The girls and women that need warning today are those who are drifting to the Lake of Infamy, drifting, some unconsciously and others with knowledge, in a vague way of what is before them. To this class we cry out until we are exhausted and our throats are bleeding with the effort: "Leave all hope behind, you who enter here." At each avenue leading into the hellish centers of the city should stand a lost woman, peering into the eyes and hearts of each girl who is creeping silently and shamefully to the vice dens. In her hollow, rasping voice, the lost woman should be made to cry out: "TURN BACK ERE IT IS TOO LATE! THIS IS THE CITY OF THE DAMNED! THIS IS THE SLAUGHTER-HOUSE OF HELL! THIS IS THE CHARNAL-HOUSE OF DEATH! THIS IS THE SPOT WHERE THE GRAVES ARE ALWAYS OPEN AND YAWNING! LIFE HAS NO HOPE HERE!" If each girl could be told the paralyzing truth of the life of the prostitute as we have told it in this book, would she plunge headlong into the consuming fire? Would she leap into the ever-present abyss? Would she take the first drink? Would she give her lips to the poison of the inhuman wretch who plots her death? Would she give her pure, white body to the abominations of the Vice Trust? No, no, no: not unless she were born of hell and deprived of reason and judgment. It has been our object to show that not one dream of the girl who enters a house of prostitution is ever realized. She has hoped for fine clothes, jewelry, food and money. She has found nothing but shame, suffering, remorse and sorrow. THE LURE OF THE "LIFE." "I will become a slave, that is true," said the girl who is dying in a resort today, as she entered the abominable life, three years ago, "but I shall make hundreds of dollars and then leave it and no one shall know." That is the lure that has caught up thousands of women and hurled them into dishonored and polluted graves. The Vice Trust is the robber combine. No woman who has once fallen into its inhuman traps can escape until she has paid the last farthing, as we have shown. The Vice Trust allows the women of its kingdom to make gold fast, that it may rob them faster. We have shown how each agent of the Vice Trust, each subsidiary combine, each industry dealing with the unfortunate women, suck out the last drop of blood. In the last analysis, after we have studied how the earnings of the prostitute are snatched away from her, you ask this startling question: