with her. Mother and daughter
appeared arm in arm in Judge
Carpenter's court today. "
The proceedings that gave the
;irl, whose name has become no
orious, her freedom -were short.
An assistant district attorney
aid that his office was willing to
allow her to go free if her mother
vould promise to produce her as
a witness against Johnson at the
Judge Carpenter asked the
lother if she would so promise.
"I will," said the mother. "It
is the only thing I am living for
o hear my daughter testify
tgainst that man. I will go her
"Then I suggest that the bond
A Lucille Cameron be reduced
rom $25,000 to $1,000," said the
issistant district attorney.
The clerk changed the bond.
The mother signed it. Then she
and her daughter turned and left
the court room.
In the high, gloomy corridor, a
Day Book reporter stopped moth-1
er and daughter and asked then!
if there were anything they wish
ed to say.
"There is nothing," said the
mother. "I am going to take Lu
cille away some place."
"Where will you take her?"
"I do not know yet But it will
be some place in the south, some
place where the sun is shining,
some place where she can forget
this terrible city and all it has
meant to her'
While the mother was talking,
the girl began to sob. She bowed
her head on her mother's breast.
It was a strange picture. The
mother was dressed in black
mourning. The daughter was
dressed in the very heighth of
The mother's face was drawn
and white. There7 were dark cir
cles under her hollow eyes. The
daughter's face was pitifully pow
dered. Her eyes were red and
swollen with weeping and sleep
lessness. "There is something I want to
say," the girl said at last, "and I
do not know jut how to say it.
"I would like to tell all girls
of my experiences. Of how I fell
and how I kept on falling until at
last T became the slave of that
"But what would be the use of
that? They never would believe
that anything like that could hap
pen to them. They would only
think badly of me.
"I have pad for my folly and
my wickedness, and I will go on
paying for it day after day and
night after night until that day
when I die.
"I cannot escape. No maf'er
how changed I have become nd
matter Tiow repentant I become;
cannot .get rid of memory.
"I never want to hear JacS
Johnson's name again. He ruined
my past, and he haunts my future.-"
"I dream of him at nights. I
see myself in his embrace. I feel
him choking me and laughing' as
he does so, and I wakeri up shiv-
ering with horror.
VI cannot sleep. I have not
slept a good night's -sleep since
my mother came to Chicago and'
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