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a J ALE OF THE QUEER WORLD WE LIVE IN
- BY JANE WHITAKER
g A story demonstrating the double standard for men and women was
told me the other night by a man absolutely unconscious that the thing
"It was such a peculiar little twist in life's ordinary routine that you
may be interested in it, Miss Whitaker" he said. "It happened to a friend
of mine, whose name I will not use, as he is very well known in Chicago. I
shall simply call him Ned.
"Ned came to Chicago when he was nineteen. He left his mother and
sister "back in the home town, which, by the way, was a factory town, and
his sister, who was sixteen, was a factory employe working for a pittance.
"Of course,-Ned came here determined to do all sorts of big things atid
go home laden with wealthbut he did just what the average young fellow
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he sometimes thought the undertow
had got him for good.
"About this time his sister wrote
that their mother had died, but he
hadn't a cent saved, not even for
carfare, and, ashamed, he did not
acknowledge the letter.
"But it was the spur that awak
ened his manhood and 'slowly he re
deemed himself, proved his worth to
his firm "and worked to a position
near the top, when the niece of his
employer fell in love with him and
they married. All of this took five
"For two years after he was mar
ried he looked back with a horror on
the days of his wildness, but every
man must sow the same crop, and
gradually he forgot
"Then his wife went away on a
little visit, and "he became lonesome.
One night he got thinking of the old
reckless days, and. a desire cameover
htm to se just how wetf" fie- was
cured of his folly also fo know if
the artificial gayety had any further
"When he entered the Old district
a wave of nausea came over him.
The women with their "painted faces
and their artificial smiles, their abso
lute callousness disgusted him, but.
he wanted to be sure.
"1 shall havefo-explain a little, and
I 'trust you will not object, but in
that district there are certain saloons I
notoriously bad, where -men drink
and women ply their wiles.
"It was one of these that Ned en
tered, and as he seated himself at a
table two or three of the girls joined
him, but he waved them away. He
wanted only to look on.
"There was dne girl who attracted
him curiously. She sat at a table
alone, and her eyes had heavy black
circles under them, while her lips
sagged at the corners, vet there was
something tauntingly familiar in her
face, In the expression of her eyes,
and he stared steadily at her but
she seemed in a world of her own
that resented intrusion.
"At last he went over and joined
her. Curiosity was his motive.
"Whafs the matter?' he asked
kindly, 'are you in trouble?'
"She curled her lips into a sneer.
'Mind your business, you mutt,' she
answered, but though the language
was coarse, there was a peculiar lilt
to the voice that again struck some
chord of memory for Ned.
"Impulsively, he leaned toward her,
and he said, Why dont you cut it
out and go home to youi-mother?'
"She threw the glass of whisky she
had just received to the floor, and
arose with a laugh.
" 'Girls,' she shouted. 'Here's a
missionary, A reformer. Who let him
bo He -wants, m togo home to
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