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to work and support herself, and
surely no husband could ask mere in
these days of high cost of living, but
husband came home one night at 9
o'clock and, as he had stopped at sev
eral saloons on the way and felt real
happy, he drove Lena out of the
house and locked the door on her.
Also he repeated this little pleasantry
on numerous occasions until Lena
grew tired of it, but just as she was
about to raise an objection husband
Mrs. Lucy Russell is a colored lady
and real handsome at that. It was
just a business proposition with Lucy.
"Why wouldn't your husband live
with you?" the judge asked.
"He would, your Honoh he said
he'd no objections to my company if
Ah'd suppoht him, but Ah got to
Mrs. May McDonald had a sad little
story. She is working in Marshall
Fields now, but she married an actor,
and he was unfaithful to her, and
most of her testimony was given in
a low, shamed voice.
Mrs May Morgan was not an emo
tional lady. She alleged extreme
cruelty. "He gave me a black eye,"
she said, tonelessly. "He knocked
me unconscious and kicked me. He
slapped me when I was singing."
"Maybe he didn't like your sing
ing," suggested Judge Gibbons, but
May would not smile.
"He threw me around and beat me
two or three times a week," she said.
"He told me to go to Hell and take
care of the kids myself."
Then he left me and I went to work
in a candy store. I couldn't support
the children on my $6 a week, so I let
two of my friends adopt them."
And May was a pretty little girl of
about 22 or 23 years.
Nella Irwin boasted a St. Joe,
Mich., romance, but her husband was
apparently of the same breed as May
Morgan s, for he, too, had
his y.iTc unconscious ailffjdcl
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And he wouldn't give her any
money for a couple of days at a time,
and then because she took a quarter
out of his pocket she got another
beating. Sometimes, to vary the
monotony, he would leave 50 cents in
the morning and expect a meal a la
College Inn at night, and if it was not
forthcoming he used wife as a punch
ing bag. As she naively put it, "he
always tried to hit me in the face."
And then there was the case of
Walter Eisenbels, whose wife declar
ed he had been drunk for five years
and never had a sober day. And an
English woman with that soft, flute
hke voice and the rounded vowels
that made of speaking such a melody.
Her name was Fanny C. Purvis,
and she didn't know why her husband
refused to live with her. She had
begged him to so many times, but her
lawyer introduced a letter from Mr.
Purvis saying he would get out of the
country before he would live with
And there was Mrs. Bessie A. West,
the wife of Dr. West, 3461 W. Adams
street, the mother of two children,
who claims her husband struck her
in the mouth and broke all the dishes
in the kitchen and bruised her on the
One wonders just what ailed thef
doctor, for Mrs. West is a very pretty
woman, with every trace of a beauti
ful nature, refined, reserved and
truthful. Yet her maids supported
her charge of continued cruelty.
And Lillian Cavanaugh, who was
married in 1910. She is such a little
girl with serious eyes that are dark
brown. She didn't really know why
her husband was cruel to her. He
seemed to be all right until she went
to the hospital to have the baby and
then he didn't wanther to come out
of the hospital. And one night, when
she and her baby were sleeping, he'
Hirew a nail of cold water over them.
jso heBabjr "haft convulsions, ancThjB
struck T,fnian in the race. And once, ,
Lshe says, and" her witness corrobor-
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