ned classes among the whites who would not under any
circumstance have wantonly wounded Eunice's sensibilities, had
nevertheless issued the decree of caste and the grosser ones among them
were to execute it, and Eunice was tasting the gall that the unrefined
pour out daily for a whole race to drink.

Typical of that class that enjoyed seeing the Negroes writhing under
their wounded sensibilities, this young man had craved the honor of
being the first to make Eunice taste the bitterness of her new lot in
life.

Eunice and her son now proceeded to the street car. A number of white
women boarded the car just in front of her and the conductor politely
helped them on. When her time came to step up, he caught hold of her
arm to assist her. When a glance at her face told him who she was, he
(having seen her picture in the newspapers, and learned the result of
the trial) quickly turned her loose so that she fell off the car, badly
spraining her ankle.

Eunice did not understand his action and looked up at him inquiringly.
The contemptuous look upon his face explained it all. With her sprained
ankle she hobbled on the car and took a seat near the rear door. A
number of half-grown white boys were on the rear platform and felt
inclined to contribute their share of discomfort to the newly discovered
Negro woman. They hummed over and over again the "rag time" song. "Coon,
coon, coon, I wish my color would fade!"

When Eunice and her son arrived at her hotel she alighted from the car
unaided, and painfully journeyed to her room, which was being thoroughly
overhauled by an employee.

"Where---- where---- is my room?" asked Eunice, haltingly, fearing that
she had somehow made a mistake.

"You haven't any in this hotel," was the gruff response.

"But I have; I am in the wrong room, perhaps," said Eunice.

"No, you have been in the wrong race. You are a 'nigger' and we don't
run a 'nigger' hotel. Your things are piled up in the alley, and you
will please get out of the building as quickly as you can."

Eunice's mind now ran back to the occasion of her first stay in that
hotel, recalled how royally she was treated then and contrasted it with
the treatment she was now receiving. Stepping to the mirror she gazed at
herself saying:

"What leprosy, what loathsome disease has befallen me that everybody now
spurns me. One cruel little word--Negro--has converted fawning into
frowning and a paradise into hell."

Taking her boy by th