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Title: Traffic in Souls
A Novel of Crime and Its Cure

Author: Eustace Hale Ball

Release Date: July 19, 2009 [EBook #29453]

Language: English

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[Frontispiece: If ever prayer came from the depths of a broken heart,
it was that forlorn plea for the lost sister.]

TRAFFIC IN SOULS

_A Novel of Crime and Its Cure_

BY

EUSTACE HALE BALL

_ILLUSTRATIONS FROM SCENES
IN THE PHOTO-PLAY_

G. W. DILLINGHAM COMPANY

PUBLISHERS ---- NEW YORK

COPYRIGHT, 1914, BY

G. W. DILLINGHAM COMPANY

_Traffic in Souls_

_This novel is based in part upon the scenario of the photo-drama of
the same name written by Walter MacNamara and produced by the UNIVERSAL
FILM MANUFACTURING COMPANY, New York City. The incidents and
characterisations are founded upon stories of real life. Actual scenes
of the underworld haunts are faithfully reproduced. The criminal
methods of the traffickers are substantiated by the reports of the John
D. Rockefeller, Jr., Investigating Committee for the Suppression of
Vice, and District Attorney Whitman's White Slave Report._

Press of

J. J. Little & Ives Co.

New York

TO
THAT FEARLESS AMERICAN CITIZEN
AND STERLING PUBLIC OFFICIAL,
CHARLES S. WHITMAN,
DISTRICT ATTORNEY FOR THE BOROUGH
OF MANHATTAN, IN THE CITY OF NEW YORK,
THIS BOOK IS ADMIRINGLY DEDICATED.
E. H. B.

"_What has man done here? How atone,
Great God, for this which man has done?
And for the body and soul which by
Man's pitiless doom must now comply
With lifelong hell, what lullaby
Of sweet forgetful second birth
Remains? All dark. No sign on earth
What measure of God's rest endows
The Many mansions of His house._

"_If but a woman's heart might see
Such erring heart unerringly
For once! But that can never be._

"_Like a rose shut in a book
In which pure women may not look,
For its base pages claim control
To crush the flower within the s