Twenty tales by twenty women: From real life in ChicagoAnonymous
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Twenty tales by twenty women: From real life in Chicago
Anonymous
Chicago (Ill.) -- Moral conditions; Prostitution -- Illinois -- Chicago
“I left him, my heart heavy within me. Again I sought employment in this
city; for days I almost ran from one building to another in answer to
some advertisement, only to find that I was too late, or in order to
obtain this position I must submit to such proposals as I could not bear.
Two weeks’ continuous trying and almost begging will tire the bravest. I
found nothing that I could accept. My money was going fast; as I counted
over my little store of currency my mind returned to him who gave it to
me. Should I go and meet him? No! Die first, was my resolve. Then the
thought came to me that possibly I could do better in New York, so after
satisfying myself that he would have sailed before I could reach there, I
left. I spent nearly all the money I had left for passage to New York. I
felt that I never wanted to hear the name Chicago again, and as the train
pulled out, I closed my eyes lest I should see something that would add
more to my misery.
“I arrived at the Eastern metropolis without accident. I went straightway
to a music hall and sought an engagement. I was accepted and was to
appear in “The Spider and the Fly” Co. and told to report for rehearsal
the next morning at ten. I went and lo! another calamity. The manager
produced a picture of me, one which had been taken to decorate the
billboards at the time of my debut here. He also informed me that I was
on the black list for feigning illness at that time that I might be
relieved from my contract.
“I needed a friend then to show that I was entitled to better treatment.
The manager suggested that I change my name and get some one to vouch
for me and then apply to some other manager.
“I thanked him for the advice and started out to find some one, but whom
could I find? The only person I knew in New York had undoubtedly left
there, and if he had not I would not dare go to him. But I did dare
anyway. I knew not what else to do. I made inquiry at his hotel, and
found to my half hearted delight that he had not yet sailed, but would
leave that night. ‘Good!’ I thought, ‘I will detain him but a short time;
he will help me to a position and it will not interfere with his trip.’
“I waited for his coming. He greeted me effusively, and told me he had
waited and knew I would come.
“I explained all to him and asked him to help me that I might secure a
position and be able to repay him all he had expended in my behalf. He
laughed at me and said: ‘Yes, of course, but let’s talk it over.’
“It was dinner time and he suggested that as he had lunched early and I
looked tired and hungry, that we go to dinner.
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