body saying what a savage, despotic
crowd we Americans are.
Eleanor Speek, 29, domestic, is the
woman. She was born in Germany,
but went to Russia as an infant. She
accepted our invitation to the whole
world to come here and seek relief
from the oppressor. Steamship
agents lied to her about the wealth
to be obtained here. She thought
that residence here would entitle her
to "life, liberty and the pursuit of
Eleanor tried to be an American.
She learned the English language. In
spite of poor health, she scrubbed
floors and washed dishes and did any
thing else, no matter how hard, to
earn an honest living.
Real estate sharks, separated her
from most of her money. At last she
got a job in a rooming house in this
On day, declares Eleanor, a tall,
dark man went up to her as she la
bored in the kitchen and showed her
what he said was a police shield. lie
asked her to lend him $25. She said
that she didn't have the money and
wouldn't give it to him if she had.
A few days later somebody told
the immigration inspectors that there
was an alien woman in town living in
a house of prostitution.
Inspector Joe Nardin investigated,
and found Eleanor in the rooming
house. She was arrested. For two
months she lay in prison while the
immigration office tried to "get some
thing on her" that would warrant her
deportation as an "undesirable alien."
Under the law the immigration office
had a right to do this. After more
than two months' imprisonment,
after several hearings, after much
agony of soul and mind and body,
nothing was found against her and
Eleanor was told that she might go.
That was the experience of a
friendless Russian woman in Amer
ica. Today she is penniless and
alone, adrift in the city.
THE CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
ALL WIVES HAVE THEIR TROUBLES MORE OR LESS
(Copyright, 1914, by the Newspaper Enterprise Association.)
I had a visit from Annie (my laun
dress) this morning. It is the first
time I have seen her since I had my
"It's mesilf that be thinkin' that
you'll not be wantin' me to wash for
you now that you're in this grand
place, Miss Margaret." (Annie has
never been able to remember that I
have another name and the prefix of
Mrs. since I married.)
"This grandeur has only been lent
to me, Annie, until I am able to walk
and I would feel as though my clothes
were not quite clean if anyone wash
ed them but you."
Annie's beautiful teeth were nearly
all visible in the wide Irish smile she
gave me in return for the well-de-Berved
She looked tired and she had lost
much of her beautiful color.
"And is yer fut getting welL Miss
"Yes, Annie, the doctors tells me
it is, but it is terribly slow and Pgrow
impatient waiting for the time when
I can walk again."
"It would not be hard for me to
sit around in 1;his grand place and be
waited on," said Annie, with a sigh.
"It's thinking I'd be "losing both me
legs for that, Miss Margaret."
"No, you would not neither would
you be content to sit here and do
nothing. Rest is sweet, Annie, but
absolute idleness-is the wort hell to
which one may be condemned."
"Tim don't seem to find it so," An
nie murmured under her breath, but'
I caught the words and asked:
"What is Tim doing, Annie?"
"Mostly polishing the rail in front
of Joe Carey's saloon," answered An- '
nie bitterly. "He says he is trying to
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