mmmavwl "VM WORTH JUST $600 By Evelyn Nesbitt. Chapter IV. White slavery exists. I know, because in common with many other girls I have been face to face with it more than once. To the white slavers I am worth about $600. That's the highest price they pay" for ordinary girls. Some fetch more than that After a while the goods deteriorate, and, finally, many a white slave is disposed of to some low dive for $25 or $30. The girls don't get any of the money. The "house" always keeps them in debt, and if bars aren't ac tually used to keep the slaves im prisoned, their debt to the "house" keeps them "safe." Pew white slaves are kept in small er cities. Most of them are shipped East But the "system" has many of its recruiting officers everywhere. And it has several "stations" also. The police won't be able to tell you where they are. But go out on the street about 3 o'clock some morning and stop two or three men. You won't have to stop many before you find one that can tell you where to find a "station." I know of one on Spring street. A short time ago there was one on Fifth and one on Hill, but they both have been closed up. They were in the heart of Los Angeles. Many ways are used to trap the slaves. In the old black slavery days they used to raid the African villages and drag the people away. The mod ern slaver isn't quite so bold. But his methods are effective. One night when I was sitting in a respectable restaurant with a young fellow he ordered beer. He was smoking a cigar. While the glasses were standing before him he tried to direct my attention to a pic ture. Then be flick,$d. his. cigar ashes in- TO WHITE SLAVERS" to one of the goblets and pushed it toward me. But I saw him. That was all that saved me. Cigar ashes in beer are as good "knock out drops" as a clip over the head with a sandbag. I was scared. Of course the beer remained untasted, while he urged Evelyn Nesbitt. me to drink it up. Then we started out and he had a taxicab there. "Get in," was all he said.- I know something about boxing. One punch on the side of his head put him on his knees and then I ran.. He never pursuea, but it seemed while I ran that I always heard his footsteps just behind.