Traffic in Souls: A Novel of Crime and Its CureBall, Eustace Hale
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Traffic in Souls: A Novel of Crime and Its Cure
Ball, Eustace Hale
Crime -- Fiction
"_Like a toad within a stone
Seated while Time crumbles on;
Which sits there since the earth was curs'd
For Man's transgression at the first;
Which, living through all centuries,
Not once has seen the sun arise;
Whose life, to its cold circle charmed,
The earth's whole summers have not warmed;
Which always--whitherso the stone
Be flung--sits there, deaf, blind, alone;--
Aye, and shall not be driven out
'Till that which shuts him round about
Break at the very Master's stroke,
And the dust thereof vanished as smoke,
And the seed of Man vanished as dust:--
Even so within this world is Lust!_"
--From "Jenny," by Dante Gabriel Rosetti.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER
I. NIGHT COURT
II. WHEN LOVE COMES VISITING
III. THE TRAIL OF THE SERPENT
IV. WHAT THE DOCTOR SAID
V. ROSES AND THORNS
VI. THE WORK OF THE GANGSTERS
VII. THE CLOSER BOND
VIII. THE PURITY LEAGUE AND ITS ANGEL
IX. THE BUSY MART OF TRADE
X. WHEN THE TRAIN COMES IN
XI. THE POISONED NEEDLE
XII. THE REVENGE OF JIMMIE THE MONK
XIII. LORNA'S QUEST FOR PLEASURE
XIV. CHARITY AND THE MULTITUDE OF SINS
XV. THE FINISH
ILLUSTRATIONS
If ever prayer came from the depths of a broken heart, it was that
forlorn plea for a lost sister . . . . . . _Frontispiece_
"This is my friend, Sam Shepard, the theatrical manager, Miss Lorna.
He's the man who can get you on the stage"
"I'm going to shoot to kill. Every court in the state will sustain a
policeman who shoots a white-slaver"
The deep tones of the stranger's voice filled Mary with a thrill of
loathing
Father and daughter were frantic with grief
The pretended philanthropist was cornered at last
TRAFFIC IN SOULS
CHAPTER I
NIGHT COURT
Officer 4434 beat his freezing hands together as he stood with his back
to the snow-laden north-easter, which rattled the creaking signboards
of East Twelfth Street, and covered, with its merciful shroud of wet
flakes, the ash-barrels, dingy stoops, gaudy saloon porticos and other
architectural beauties of the Avenue corner.
Officer 4434 was on "fixed post."
This is an institution of the New York police department which makes it
possible for citizens to locate, in time of need, a representative of
the law. At certain street crossings throughout the boroughs bluecoats
are assigned to guard-duty during the night, where they can keep close
watch on the neighboring thoroughfares. The "fixed post" increases the
efficiency of the service, but it is a bitter ordeal on the men.
Officer 4434 shivered under his great coat. He pulled the storm hood
of his cap closer about his neck as he muttered an opinion, far from
being as cold as the biting blast, concerning the Commissioner who had
installed the system. He had been on duty over an hour, and even his
sturdy young physique was beginning to feel the strain of the Arctic
temperature.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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