Another lamentable fact is that those who enter into this diabolical traffic, are seldom saved. We have avoided no labor or pains in our researches on this subject, and we wish all who read this to mark well our words.
When a woman once enters a house of prostitution and leads the life of those who dwell there, it is too late for redemption and there is no hope for her. When a woman once nerves herself for the fatal plunge, a change comes over her whole character and, sustained by outraged love, transformed into hate by miscalculating but indomitable pride, revenge and the excitement of her new environments, her fate is fixed, her doom is sealed.
Hence this book, “TWENTY TALES BY TWENTY WOMEN.”
A WOMAN’S ANGUISH.
“Sitting alone by the window, watching the moonlit street;
Bending my head to listen to the well known sounds of your feet;
I have been wondering, darling, how I could hear the pain,
When I watched with sighs and tear-wet eyes and waited your coming in vain.
“For I know the day approaches when you will tire of me,