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
“He sat down and we talked a few moments, and then he suggested that we
walk up to the Auditorium and sit in the parlor, as it would be so much
more quiet there. So I walked up there with him. We had a very pleasant
chat and I thought more and more how ill-timed Will’s remarks were and
how unjust. Why, this man was every bit as much a gentleman as Will
himself.
“‘Pardon me, but are you not in mourning?’ he asked, noting my black
apparel. ‘As you have probably noticed, I am wearing deep mourning and
perhaps that is why I noticed yours.’
“I told him the circumstances, and then he told me he was mourning the
loss of his wife, who had been dead three months. He seemed to feel like
talking of her, so I encouraged him, thinking it might be a relief to
his feelings. He did not say a great deal, except that they were very
happy and she died, leaving a sweet baby girl, who survived her mother
seven weeks.
“When at last I arose to go he laid a detaining hand on me and said:
‘Allow me to present my card, and will you allow me to call?
“‘I should like to tell you all about our life, if it will not bore you.
You are such a sympathetic little woman that it will be a great relief to
unburden my heart to you.’ Tears stood in his eyes as he spoke. If there
was anything needed to win me, more than his words, it was those tears.
So, after hesitating a little and alluding to the unconventional manner
in which we met, he said: ‘I know; I can understand how you might feel,
but this is not a day of strict conventionalities, and you know that if
we all waited for a formal introduction we should miss a great deal in
the world. Many of the truest friendships are formed in this way.’
“So we decided on the following Wednesday. I suggested that night because
I knew Will would be out of the city on that night.
“Wednesday night came at last and found me waiting expectantly. I was
delighted at the prospect of doing something a little risque. He came and
I introduced him to my friends and they were very favorably impressed
with him, I could see by their actions. I didn’t tell them how I met him
though. After visiting awhile he asked me if I would not go down town and
have dinner with him, and I thought that would be fine. We drove down
town and stopped in front of a well-known restaurant; that is, well
known to all but the novice.
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