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 was wild and in my delight I threw my arms around his neck and thanked
him. It was agreed that we should spend one more night in the house
where we had known so many pleasures before departing. That night of all
nights, we had a sumptuous dinner, wine, cordials, everything that two
happy, healthy people could indulge in. It was on that occasion that I
fully concluded that I could not live without him, and discovered that
things which I had hitherto loathed and despised, I now looked upon as a
part of my daily existence.
“The city was reached in due time. The first day here was given to rest,
then a round of sightseeing which fairly dazzled me. I had never given
much thought as to the immensity of Chicago, and it is little wonder that
my unsophisticated mind was overcrowded with the many things that were on
every hand for it to feed upon.
“It was after ten days of revelry, during which time we went to every
place of entertainment, both high and low, that this city contains, that
my mind for the first time reverted to my baby, and then to Harry. Not
that I cared for him still, but I was seized with a fit of curiosity.
About this time horse racing began here at Washington Park track, and
as my friend and admirer was in that business, I, too, became very
enthusiastic in the sport. Every day I could be seen in a box, the most
lavishly gowned woman at the ring side. I had money and tips, and being
full of the blood that tingles with feverish excitement when anything
is at stake, I quickly and easily became the best known woman among the
talent which frequents the race course; I wagered and won and lost with
the same confiding nonchalance. I cared nothing for the money, for I
knew not the value, but I was filled with the true desire to be able
to pick the winner. At last the season ended, but not until a certain
influential and wealthy man of this city managed to fall desperately in
love with me, and as he was young, handsome and clever I must admit that
the fickle goddess who waves the magic wand over such affairs succeeded
in convincing me that my California friend had faded some, the glamour
seemed to have receded, but honesty and gratitude had not yet been
completely eliminated from my sinful soul, and it was with real tears and
sobs that I told him that I had learned to love the younger man. His
reply only verified statements which I had heard made in regard to him,
being that he was always cool, even at the betting stand. He would lose
or win a fortune without a change of countenance.
“‘But his reply.’
“‘Oh, yes,’ he simply said, ‘all right, the season is ended, I am through
with you, anyway.’ Then taking my hand in his, he said good-bye and
departed.
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