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Title: Beauty for ashes
Year: 1914 (1910s)
Authors: Bacon, Albion Fellows, 1865-1933
Subjects: Working class Tenement houses Poor
Publisher: New York, Dodd, Mead and company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress

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business.He told me of some of the lures that draw girls, andended with a statement as to the number of girls —young girls, who stayed out on the streets, and neverwent home all night. But they are the children ofimmoral parents, who grow up accustomed to thesethings; what we call the lower classes ? ^ I faltered. Not all of them, he answered. There aremany, a surprising number, from the better classes. That night, and many nights, I lay awake, listen-ing to the steps that passed the house. Some werelight and swift, some dragging and slow. Surely,none of them went astray, up in our good neigh-bourhood ! But I was haunted with the thought of the littlewhite feet, some of them glimmering yet, almost, withthe light of the pearly street where they had beenso lately set, passing on to sink into the ooze andmire, perhaps never to come back! One Sunday morning the police matron telephonedme, the Charities office being closed, to know if Iwould come down to a little cheap hotel near one of
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S ■■ -M o -4:: ct CJ C3 THE WORKING GIRLS 101 our railroad stations, to see a country girl, sick andin trouble. Telephoning Miss Metz to meet me there,I went on down. The girl was a gentle, ignorant creature, from thebackwoods of Kentucky, who had come to find workin our city. She had simply taken her small fundsand started off, with no friends here, no references,and no place in sight. She had blown out the gason her first night here, and barely escaped asphyxi-ation. But her escape from a worse fate was moremarvellous. As I entered her little stuffy room shewas sitting, dressed, on the side of her bed, dazed,sick and trembling still from the effects of the gas,telling her story to a big policeman. She told ofthe kind gentleman whom she had picked out of atrainful of men, all strange to her, and asked him toshow her to a hotel, assuring him that she had money! She wanted to go right back home, but she was toosick to travel, and coul

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