She did it because it was pleasant and a relief from dullness of the home over which her husband brooded.
The blue-eyed soldier's name was Osborne--Lola Osborne.

Her room was in Nineteenth Street near Fourth Avenue, a block now given up wholly to office buildings.

Here she had a comfortable back room, looking over a collection of back yards in which grew a number of shade trees pleasant to see.
"Isn't your home in New York ?" she asked of Lola one day.
"Yes; but I can't get along with my people.

They always want me to do what they want.

Do you live here ?" "Yes," said Carrie.
"With your family ?" Carrie was ashamed to say that she was married.