The "redlight" districts must stand as pesthouses where death feeds on the bodies of men and women until the political foundations of the Vice Trust are dynamited and destroyed. So, too, the saloons, the dance halls, the thousands of dens of infamy and hell-holes, where the seed of sin is sowed in the hearts of innocent girls. The police department, as we have shown, is a helpless, dependent, parasitic body. The Vice Trust has enslaved it. Just as long as the Vice Trust exists, so long will the police department do its bidding, while the laws are forgotten and disobeyed and a taxpaying public is left to the mercy of thieves and murderers. But-- WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT? Rise up and in a body of Christian manhood and womanhood slay the monster of hellish iniquity. But while the evil exists be prepared to fight against it for the sake of yourselves and your children. We have told a horrifying story to save the pure souls and undefiled bodies of your sons and daughters. Books have been written by the dozens on the question of White Slavery as a warning to young girls and their parents as to how the infamous agents of this soul and body traffic work. The warning is timely. But we have struck out into a broader pathway. But one third of the lost women today are the victims of the White Slave Traffic. Two thirds of the girls who are dying slow deaths in the gilded dens of infamy drifted there because they knew not the hideous, paralyzing truth: because they dreamed not of the sorrow, shame, hunger, remorse and despair that was to be their bitter mouthful from the chalice of life. To save the girls and women who in the future may form that two-thirds battalion of human slaves has been our aim in treating of the scarlet woman and her tribute to, and reward from the Vice Trust. Few girls who today are tottering drunkenly and uncleanly to a prostitute's grave, ever dreamed of the fate in store as they sipped the first glass of wine or felt the burning lips of an agent of Satan upon their cheek. We have set about to tell every woman what is the inevitable end of the life of shame and sin. To the girl who dreams of fine clothes, glittering jewelry, wine suppers and association with men of brilliant character, down in the hell-holes of Chicago, we say: It is the greatest lie Satan ever invented to wrest your souls from God and give your bodies to the unhallowed grave. There is no hope to those who heed not the warning. A life of sin in Chicago, is a life of slavery to the Vice Trust. Over and over again on the rock of crime, the agents of that gigantic combine will break each woman's body, taking flesh, pound by pound, and blood, drop by drop, until the last merciless toll has been exacted on the brink of the grave. When the mask is torn off, there is nothing to lure in the life of the underworld.