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"It's a lie," he said, driven to a corner and knowing no otherexcuse.
When Caroline Meeber boarded the afternoon train for Chicago, hertotal outfit consisted of a small trunk, a cheap imitationalligator-skin satchel, a small lunch in a paper box, and ayellow leather snap purse, containing her ticket, a scrap ofpaper with her sister's address in Van Buren Street, and fourdollars in money. It was in August, 1889. She was eighteenyears of age, bright, timid, and full of the illusions ofignorance and youth. Whatever touch of regret at partingcharacterised her thoughts, it was certainly not for advantagesnow being given up. A gush of tears at her mother's farewellkiss, a touch in her throat when the cars clacked by the flourmill where her father worked by the day, a pathetic sigh as thefamiliar green environs of the village passed in review, and thethreads which bound her so lightly to girlhood and home wereirretrievably broken.
