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nave selected these two for publica
tion because they picture so vividly
the struggle of the weak against the
strong the struggle of the girl eager
to hold her position against the man
so careless of her good name, so cru
elly indifferent as to whether she re
mains self-respecting and self-supporting,
or becomes an outcast and a
lailure in business.
Dear Mrs. Gibson I was going to
my first position, a girl of 18, but a
mere child in experience, with my
hair in a braid down my back, and my
skirts to the tops of my shoes.
Beside me on the train it was a
day's ride on the train from my home
to my new position sat a woman
who was the most repulsive person I
ever saw. Her face showed too plain
ly the life she was living and 1 turned
from her shuddering.
When the train was a few miles
from the town the conductor brought
to me a very well-dressed man whose
appearance showed him to be a man
of means, and said to him, "There's
the girl from F ." This man (M.)
then said, "You are Miss W.? I am
Mr. M. from the H. D. W. Co.'-' (the
company I was going to work for)
"and they asked me to meet you, say
ing you would be on this train.'1"
lie then left me to myself.
When we reached L it was rain
ing. My escort stepped up to a cab
driver and asked him to take us to a
certain hotel. The driver asked .if
there was a trunk, and-on Mr. M.!a
replying, "Yes," said that he could not
take the-trunk, but would take us to
the hotel and then come for the trunk
in the morning. I was standing in
the shadow and as he said this I
stepped into the light and the cab
driver looked at me and then looked
at my escort
"Where did you say you wanted to
go?" he asked.
My escort told him and he said,
"Not on your life. You don't take
HER there. Ill take you to the C.
hotel. You don't take her to any
such place as that."
We started toward the hack, my es- '
cort fighting mad, and imagine my
fright when I discovered that he had
been drinking and that the hack was
a little, tightly-closed affair without
any lights in it.
The woman who had sat beside me CJ)
on the train got into the hack and I
hurried up to her and whispered, 4
"Take care of me, please. I'm afraid
of him." She did not answer, but
took my arm and helped me into the
We had only gone a short distance
when Mr. M's hand fell on my knee
and I shrank over against the woman.
She knew that something had hap
pened, but it was so Oark she could
not see what, and promptly moved so
as to let me move away from Mr. M.
When we reached the hotel "the
cab driver took us in himself, not
losing Bight of us until we were in
side. He then left us to call "Mother."
Of course I was badly frightened
and hardly knew what to expect.
When she came in she was a big,
motherly woman, and I just made a
bee-line for her arms and whispered,
"Take care of me."
She put her arms around me and
said she would take me to my room,
and then, turning to my escort, said -
"You wait here. I want to talk to
you when I get back."
I found out the next day that the
place he had wanted to take me to
was the most notorious in 'the coun
I have thanked God many times
in fact, every time I think of it for k
His protection of me in sending just
the right people to take care of me -when
I needed them most. A Ste
nographer. Dear Mrs. Gibson I have always
been fortunate in having for em-
ployers men who were too honorable
to wish to have any other relations
with their stenographers than purely
business, excepting in two instances, i
The first was my first position,