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
“My time was absorbed during the morning hours trying to determine the
cause of her violent abuse of our friend. My mind was relieved about
the luncheon hour, when I had another caller; this one also a neighbor
and a woman of refinement. She came to console me in my trouble, saying
among other things, that it was an event which had been looked for as the
inevitable result, for many weeks. I was not overjoyed at the particular
kind of consolation which she dealt out, but my spirit was subdued to
some extent and my anger of the early morning somewhat mollified. I was
curious to know in just what position I was.
“My second caller soon made me acquainted with facts that surprised
me. She told me that the uncouth old lady who had called first was the
mother of a poor unfortunate, who had at one time possessed a charming
figure and a pretty face; their former residence had been in the slums
of the city. One day our friend saw her and took a fancy to her, induced
her to accompany him in a round of debauchery, and while yet under the
influence of the drunken infatuation, he had purchased the beautiful
home near by and moved the girl and her mother into it; but the flower
soon faded and the attraction which the poor young thing had held for
him was soon gone. He settled with them in a financial way that afforded
the means to maintain the well located home. The fact that he paid no
further attention to them angered the old lady and she made use of every
opportunity to abuse and decry him.
“That same evening I was favored with another call from the gentleman
himself; he had heard nothing from Harry, and could give me no
information as to his whereabouts. I asked him for advice and he
suggested that I wait a reasonable time for news from Harry, and if I
did not hear from him, he thought it would be well for me to start out
to find him. Next day the agent who had charge of the house in which we
lived, called.
“‘I came,’ he said, ‘to collect the rent.’
“‘I was not aware that we owed any rent,’ was my response.
“‘Oh, yes, two months.’
“‘But I was under the impression that my husband leased the premises for
a year.’
“‘So he did, but did not pay the rent for a year.’
“In my ignorance of city affairs I never dreamed but that city homes were
rented the same as farms. Then, with a happy thought, I said, ‘I will pay
you, how much is it?’
“‘Well, the fact is, if you want the house it will be $150 per month.’
“‘But that is more than we were to pay.’
“‘Yes, I know, but I have been compelled to raise the rent.’
“‘Why?’ then thinking of the lease I said, ‘does not the contract hold
good?’
“‘No, you see you have forfeited your rights in the lease by a failure to
pay according to the terms stipulated in it.’
“‘But why do you ask double?’
“‘I have reasons which I would rather not make known to you.’
“‘I suppose it is because my husband is away, and you think you are in a
position to take advantage of me,’ I said warmly.
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