Twenty tales by twenty women: From real life in ChicagoAnonymous
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Twenty tales by twenty women: From real life in Chicago
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Chicago (Ill.) -- Moral conditions; Prostitution -- Illinois -- Chicago
“I opened my eyes to find myself in Roy’s arms. I saw that tender look
of the strong man; I heard him say: ‘Darling, I love you.’ I felt myself
clasped to his breast and I was glad I lived. God seemed to have sent him
at the right time. I asked him how it came that he was there and he told
me that he was so anxious to see me that he left business and all and
came one day sooner. He had let himself into the house as usual and found
me in time to bring me back to life. The baby was not so badly affected
as I was, for the reason, I think, that he had cuddled close to me and
in so doing had gotten his face under the bed clothing, consequently the
fumes of gaseous poison had not penetrated his retreat.
“Roy was so tender and good that I could not bring myself to the point
of asking him about his marriage. He asked me why I had undertaken the
rash act and I told him that I was lonesome for him. Things drifted on
for months, and he returned to this city to live. It was then that he
came to me and told me that he was married. He explained how he had
been compelled to have a certain sum of money in order to maintain his
influence in the political circle and that he had married a wealthy
woman. He insisted that I meet his wife, but I refused. I also refused
to accept any financial aid from him. If it had been his money I should
gladly have taken it, but I would not take a cent of the funds which had
been the means of buying my place at my husband’s side. I then answered
an advertisement for ‘housekeeper wanted’ and accepted a position with
a small family, which only lasted a few weeks, at which time I found
myself penniless. Next, I was a chambermaid in a hotel, but left because
I could not have my boy with me. Then kind heaven seemed to favor me,
for I secured a position as companion to an old lady. I remained there
seven years; my boy was allowed to live in the house with me, and went
to school as soon as he had reached the proper age. I saw Mr. Sunderman
occasionally. He was a well known attorney and a man of affairs. During
my stay at the home of the old lady I became very much attached to her,
and it was little wonder that when she passed into the peaceful slumber
of death that I was much moved.
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