Twenty tales by twenty women: From real life in Chicago — John Shaqi
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
“We grew fond of each other. She was filled with a desire to go on the
stage.
“I dared not ask her about her home or her parents. One day she came to
me asking me to go with her to the station to meet a friend, as she put
it. That friend was her father. I would not have gone for worlds for I
was not inclined to make anyone suffer. I am sure I did not expect to
be a witness of what happened. I gave him credit for having more sense,
but as she led me to meet him, instead of being a man and accepting
his position by bowing to the circumstances, he turned his back on me,
grabbed Ione by the arm, and hurried her into a carriage.
“He came to me the next day and his abuse was as shameful and disgraceful
as it was uncalled for. He insisted that I had taken foul means to poison
his child’s mind. I begged for pity. I tried to stay his scathing tongue;
but, no. He would show me, a public woman, how to entice a pure young
girl from her duty. Then he struck me, the brute. I might have forgiven
all he said, for I suppose he was sincere in his belief, but he should
not have been so cruel as to use personal violence. He went away and left
me lying on the floor in agony. My mind was quickly made up. He prized
this daughter so highly that he could lay me low in the dust and dirt. I,
who should have been mother to his second child the same as I was to the
first. My child by him had long ago been food for the worms. I resolved
that his daughter should meet a fate worse than did his son. I would ruin
her and then ask him to strike again, strike the kind of a blow that _he_
deserved when I was young and fair like his much beloved daughter.
“The plan was long. I had many admirers, several of whom professed to
love me; one in particular whom I think meant it. I sent for him and
quickly told him that I had been injured, and that a certain young lady
was the cause of it. He immediately grew gallant and suggested that he
assist me in punishing my tormenter. That was what I wanted. He would
do anything for me especially when there was a girl in the case. I told
him how he could meet her. He followed my instructions, went to her and
represented himself as a theatrical man who was just organizing a company.
“She took the bait easily and when she was more than half drunk he
brought her to my home, where several members of the profession had
gathered for a little dinner. She soon forgot all about the footlights,
and when she was thoroughly under the influence we put her to bed. Her
downfall was as complete as the plan that caused it. We kept her there
for four days and to make my victory more pronounced I wired for her
father. His curse on her was worse than the one that rested upon me. He
cast her off and attempted to strike her but I was on the lookout. I put
myself between him and her with a dagger. He was a coward.
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