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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, July 17, 1913, Image 14

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ache that it must be hidden.
It's Madelaine's story and I'm go
ing to let her tell it. There were
four couples of them at a little hotel
for fishermen along the Seine four
couples and Madelaine.
"My, boy was coming today, but he
didn't," she told me. And while the
other four couples went fishing
Madelaine told her story of the heart
ache of Paris.
"Oh, yes, I speak English," she
said. "You see my father had a very
good business one time in Paris. I
am a Parisian," she added proudly.
"My father sent me to England to
a convent school, for he said that one
of us must be able to talk English,
i was there three years and it cost
very much money, but I learned to
play the piano and to sing and I have
read your Shakespeare.
"You think Paris is very gay, don't
you? You see only the smiles of
Paris. When my father was rich I
thought so, too. But now I am a
working girl, 'as you call it. I assure
you I am like every working girl in
Paris.
"It is all heartache with the girls
who work in Paris. It is terribly
hard for a girl in Paris who works to
be good. That is, if she is young.
Ah! when she is old that is another
story. Then the men leave her alone.
I hate men sometimes. I think the
men of Paris must be the most heart
less in the world.
"Now this happened to me. I was
engaged to be married to a fine boy
when my father lost his money. Our
families had arranged it and my
father had promised to pay the
money that always must go with the
daughter. I loved my boy so! But
when my father could not pay it was
finished. My boy could not marry
me. It is the rule in France.
"Oh, he loved me, I know, but he
could not, for his parents would not
permit it. In France every boy who
marries depends on his parents for
the money with which he marries.
But my boy asked me to be his
'sweetheart' and his father promised
to give him some money to keep me
in a little flat.
"That seems terrible to you, per
haps, but what is a girl in France?
If she has no money she is nothing.
"You see; I found this all out when
I was very young. And every girl in
Paris finds it ou$, too, very early. If
she has no money she cannot be
married. And I must tell you truly
that many, many of them, as soon
as they find it out, take their man,
anyhow. Do you see the four cou
ples there? The girls are all girls
who work in Paris. None of them is
married, but the young men are the '
same to them as their husbands.
One of them is my sister.
"Well, when I could not be mar
ried I went to work. I found-a place
in a fine shop in Paris as interpreter
and I got $60 a month, which is al
most twice as much es most girls
get
" "Is love always bad and dangerous
in America like it Is in Paris?
"When I was eighteen my em
ployer, a man with a large, fine fam
ily, who sells thousands of dollars'
worth of goods to American women
every year, began to annoy me. I
knew his wife and daughters, for
onGe my family was as rich as theirs.
I kept putting him off, but I knew that
the time would come when I must
either yield or quit my good place.
"And it came, six weeks ago. He
told me that I must quit work. I
was too fine for work. He wanted
me to go and live in a little flat he
had prepared for me. He was so
sure that he had furnished it. And
so, now, I live home with my father
and I have no work with my hands.
"It is the same with all the girls
I know in Paris who work. They
must fight their employers every
minute. And most of them get tired
of fighting at last. I am not tired
yet. You see I am still very young
and there are some years yet in
which something good may happen
to me,

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