The spy was successful. She found out that Iola was living in a good neighborhood, but that none of the neighbors knew her. The man of the house was very fair, but there was an old woman whom Iola called "Grandma," and she was unmistakably colored. The story was sufficient. If that were true, Iola must be colored, and she should be treated accordingly.
Without knowing the cause, Iola noticed a chill in the social atmosphere of the store, which communicated itself to the cash-boys, and they treated her so insolently that her situation became very uncomfortable. She saw the proprietor, resigned her position, and asked for and obtained a letter of recommendation to another merchant who had advertised for a saleswoman.
In applying for the place, she took the precaution to inform her employer that she was colored. It made no difference to him; but he said:—
"Don't say anything about it to the girls. They might not be willing to work with you."
Iola smiled, did not promise, and accepted the situation. She entered upon her duties, and proved quite acceptable as a saleswoman.
One day, during an interval in business, the girls began to talk of their respective churches, and the question was put to Iola:—
"Where do you go to church?"
"I go," she replied, "to Rev. River's church, corner of Eighth and L
Streets."
"Oh, no; you must be mistaken. There is no church there except a colored one."
"That is where I go."