sher voice was choked;
"I lived in Indiana, in a small town,
' and I ran away from home because I
thought it was stupid in a little vil
lage. Tnere are no tneaters, just
church suppers andfarmers,;and you
can't go out at night unless some of
your family goes with you,- and I
thought I hated it.
: . "Then a girl at home married a
Chicago man and came here and
-when she .came back to see her
. mother she told me of all the things
a girl can do here, and she laughed
at the way we dress at home, and she
. told me I was a fool, to stay in that
village. I shquld come to Chicago,
get work and live with her.
"I ran away. Oh, I wish I had
never come here." There was a
pause again, as she started to cry
Finally, "the girl was good to me
when I first came, but I couldn't get
any kind of work for a long while
and then I started at 's at $3.
"My friend let me pay $2.50 a week
and live with her. I know ndw that
" was a lot to do for me; but then. I
thought she ought to let me keep my
money to get clothes.
; "And then oh, I don't know how
to tell you this, I seem so weak, but I
am paying for it now."
"We are all weak in some way," I
comforted. "If we weren't, this would
" be a. very different world."
"The foreman took notice of me.
t didn't "know he was married
honest I didn't, Miss Whitaker. He
was young and he doesn't look mar
ried. "AndI let him call on me because
I was lonesome here, but my friend
didn't like him: 'She said he didn't
have good intentions.
"Ltold hihi. vwhat. she said .and he
told meo . move away from'her house
so we could see each other without
trouble. He wanted me to go to
some nice, place, but I thought I
could live on $3.50 if I 'had a $1.50
room, so he had my wages raised, the
extra .50 cents.
i"But'I-couldn't do-it- -I -.didn't tell
him I wasn't getting enoughtb eat
until;Saturday, and then", he topk'me
to a restaurant and got me a, big
JArid'he said I must take $2 a-week
from him as a loan because we would
be-married some day and it would be
.all right . And he made it sound true
and I took the' money. I took it for
five weeks up to last Saturday when 1
I wrote to you. I owe him "$10.
"He took me to a cafe" downtown
last Saturday. I was ashamed of
my clothes because everybody was
dressed up, but he said' if 'he didn't
mind I shouldn't And then he want
ed me -to drink a cocktail, so I would
have -some strength, and I was
afraid. I never tasted liquor and-1
didn't know what it would- do to me.
"When I wouldn't drink ithe called
me a little, fool and told me he was
married and and never intended
to marry me.
"Oh, I .have been such a. fool and
I don't know what to do. He says
I ;got to pay that $i0 in money or
some other way, and he knows-1
can't pay it."
"Is it only the $10 that worries
you? It isn't losing .the man?"
"Oh,, no,. I wish I never saw. him,
but don't you, see, I have got to pay
and I haven't the' money."
I smiled with relief. I had steeled
myself to hear a terrible tale; and it
had ended almost like a comedy.
"Why, my dear child," I said to .her,
"laugh at the man and pay no at
tention to hiniS A man who gives
a girl $10 and then demands that she
return it or herself is so far beneath
contempt that he isn't worth-hating."
"But he will turn me into the
"The -streets yes. ' That isn't a
nice place to be thrown, but suppose
instead you were turned back to the '
country where men don't bid $10' to
trap a girl, and where, you don't- have
to accept dinners from such a crea-"
tur.e. in, .order to live?.. Wouldn' you
like to" go back to your mo.ther?;
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