The evening times., 1895-12-18
IN TIE WOMAN EDITORS OFFICE.
She Outlines II Pathetic Story and
Wants 1t Written Up.
C,,tox,s,o Post

Wants II written Cp.
Chicago Post.
Its a sad tale, a very sad- tale said
the editor OF tie future, effectively, as
she cooked her feetup Oh her des k and lookeJi
at the city EDITOR over / er glasses. There's
chance for one OF tie girls 10 everiast-
ingly throw herself in writing il up"
How did you run across it, asked the
city editor.
IL didn't run across IL; Ii Just walked into
the office. You see, 1 used 10 know the
woman in tie old days, and so she hunted
me up. She came in Lere about half an hour
ago TO ask for tie loan of a collar for the
sake of cid times, ard she was so changed
in appearance that was fairly Startled and
asked what had happened 10 her,"
The editor of tie future paused and shook
her head sadly.
"Ah, II was i pitiful story OF wayward
mans hear,iessness.'' she said. .This
wreck OF once bright and prosperous
woman had met a demure. blue-eyed youth
and had loved him as only a strong woman
can love. Bat it Is unnecessary to go into
all the details. The courts!Iip was short and
fun OF happiness for her. She dreamed OF
taking this beautiful young creature to
her arms and acquiring the right 10 pro-
tect him from the rebuffs and hardships
OF cruel world. Then came the awaken
ing. They were married. But, ah, how
different was the life that they led from
the one that the strong earnest woman had
pictured. Her husband really cared nothing
for her and married her only to insure him
self good home. He proved to be u
frivolous butterfly OF fashion, who had no
thoughts above dancing and afternoon teas
Yet the poor woman fairly worshiped him.
and she worked herself almost to death to
bay him pretty clothes and jewclry. She
took almost a lovers pride in her beautiful
husband. and seemed unable 10 deny him
anything that lie wanted. But she couldn't
keep il up-she wasn't rich enough-and
finally
The editor OF the future sighed and blew
n whiff OF smoke from her cigar.
FINALLY" she said at last, lit cEded as
such stories always eBd. He wanted more
money to waste on his clothes, and she had
none to give, There were reproachcs, tears
aEd-he left her: ran away with wealthy
girl who had been attracted by his-beauty
and had promised him life of ease and
luxury" &C.,
..AHd she-the wife, asked the city edi-
tor '
..She Lost heart" replied the editor of the
future, ''and d r,ftetl from had to worse. She
felt she had nothing to live fer ard began
drinking To drown her sorrOvs- or Course,
that had a bad effect on her business and in
a little while she failed. Since then she
has been n mere yagabond, a tramp, drifting
from place to place and slowly drinking iief-
self to death. OF course, 1t Is only another
case of a promising young woman wrecked
by wayyard a merccnary boy-the cd,
old story. in fact-but l think it can be
dressed mp for the Sunday paper so to
make a pathetic little story of life in a
great city. 1 wish you would have ii done
by one of your best girls
A few minutes later the editor OF the
future was deep in the. details Of. a hair
pulling match that was scheduled for the
Chicago Athletic Club for that evening.