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compelled him to turn some obscene pictures to the wall once； when I
called to see him in his office。
I had received ever so many letters from all over the country justifying
smashing as being reasonable； right and legal。 I also saw that the
republican newspapers of Kansas and other states were determined to
put me in a false light before the people。 I conceived the idea of editing
a paper。 I tried to get the Journal to edit the paper； but it seemed
that I could not get anyone to take hold of it。 Some one suggested to
me Nick Chiles； a negro； who had a printing outfit。 I knew but little of
this man。 I sent for him to come and see me at my cell。 All the money
I had in the world was from the sale of ten cows which was 240。 This
negro； Chiles talked very fair and promised to print my paper in a
creditable way。 I gave him the 240。 I wrote the editorials while in
the jail； and also gave him bundles of letters which I had received and
a great many poems that had been written on Carry Nation and smashing。
This negro finally cheated me out of my money and papers also。
I closed with him after three weeks； he put the papers out； collected for
them and never paid me a cent。 I believe he paid Mr。 Nation some and
when I would have made him account for his wrong dealings； I found
that the contract between he and I； which was drawn up by Mr。 Nation；
made this negro my partner。 This； of course； was done to prevent me
from having any legal redress。 My paper was called THE SMASHER'S
MAIL。 I called it this for it was largely composed of letters which I
had received on the subject of smashing。 I had no one to read the proofs
and was at the mercy of this negro； who was not in sympathy with my
cause； but to the reverse。 I was often humiliated at the way my articles
were tortured。 I afterwards got The Kansas Farmer to publish the paper
and I then bought a press of my own； but found that I could not conduct
a paper and lecture； so after the 13th edition； I closed。 The paper
accomplished ； this much； that the public could see by my editorials that
I was not insane。
THE SECOND TIME IN JAIL AT WICHITA。
I was in a meeting of the W。 C。 T。 U。 in Wichita； of which Mrs。
Summers was president。 I wanted to have these women go with me and
destroy the places there that were murdering their sons。 Many present
were in favor of it； but Mrs。 Summers was bitterly opposed。 Three
went out in the hall with me； Mrs。 Lucy Wilhoit； Miss Muntz and Mrs。
Julia Evans。 The husband of the latter was a great drunkard； otherwise
a capable physician。 Those three women said they would go with me。
We went to Mrs。 Evans' home and then； for the first time； I took a hatchet
and Mrs。 Evans a piece of iron。 We marched down to the first place；
kept by John Burns。 We walked in and began to smash right and left。
With my hatchet I smashed in the large plate glass windows and also
the door。 Sister Evans and I then attacked the show case； went behind
the bar and I smashed everything in sight。 The bartender came running
up to me with his hands up； 〃Don't come near my hatchet； it might fall
on you and I will not be responsible for the results。〃
After we were through for no one resisted us； Mr。 Burns was asked。
〃Why did you not knock that woman down？〃 he replied； 〃God forbid
that I should strike a woman。〃 （〃a man's a man for a' that。〃）
I did not see what the other two women were doing； but heard Sister
Wilhoit talking to the crowd and telling why we had done this。
We were put in one cell； the one I occupied before and were given
a cot apiece。 This was one of the glorious heavenly and refreshing
times。 We sang hymns； repeated scripture； would often laugh and cry
by turns for joy to think we were worthy to suffer for His sake。 〃The
table was prepared before us in the presence of our enemies； our cup
runneth over。〃 This happy condition was not what our persecutors
wished； and Mrs。 Simmons and her husband； whom we called 〃Jezebel〃
and 〃Ahab；〃 were determined to separate us。 Mrs。 Simmons was telling
that I used obscene language to her husband。
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THIS PICTURE TAKEN BY A MAN WHO CALLED FOR THE PURPOSE； TO SEE ME IN
TOPEKA JAIL。 I NEVER WANT A PICTURE TAKEN OF ME WITHOUT MY BIBLE； MY
CONSTANT AND HEAVENLY COMPANION。｝
These two were very much interested in having me adjudged insane；
for Mr。 Simmons had in several ways laid himself liable to criminal
prosecution； especially in the matter of the quarantine。 Mrs。 Simmons
came to our cell door； and in the presence of Sister Wilhoit； to whom she
had told that I used 〃obscene language；〃 I asked her if she said this？
She had to acknowledge that she did。 I told her she spoke a 〃lie；〃 for
I had never done such a thing。 She sent her husband and son up to the
cell and they dragged me into the rotary and put me in one of those little
triangular cells； which was indeed a place of filth。 The faucet leaked；
and kept a continual spatter； which made the foot of my cot damp。 I
stayed there five days and while it was not as bad as Jeremiah's dungeon；
it was similar。 The dampness and poison of this cell added to the already
deep cold on my lungs。 Dear Bro。 Schollenberger！ Who has not heard
of this great hearted man of Wichita？ He brought us little treats and
in many ways relieved us of our afflictions and bonds。 I was not allowed
to be with my lovely sisters again in prison they would write notes and
send them by a 〃trusty；〃 for they were very uneasy about me； fearing
foul play。
As soon as the sisters could get bonds； they got out； but I was not
allowed to give bond。 I was not a meek prisoner； did not act like a
criminal。 This vexed my prosecutors and they tried to humble me； but
I felt that I was right and that God would stand by me and I wanted
Him to look down and always find me brave and true and in nothing
to be terrified by my adversaries。
I had some money sent me while in jail and this I divided； often to
the last； with my fellow prisoners。 To one I gave four dollars； for his
poor wife was soon to be confined。 To the 〃trusty〃 John； I gave three
dollars for his destitute wife； and often bought little treats； such as
fruits and butter。 The meals were meat and beans one day； then potatoes
and meat all cooked tip into a mush。 I became very much attached to
my fellow prisoners and I found some with noble sentiments。 What
do people do who have no hope of heaven； I often ask。 What a joy to
have a place in view where there is no sickness； no death； no jails； no
suffering of any kind。
THE THIRD TIME IN TOPEKA JAIL。
I had become so disgusted with jail food that my stomach refused
it。 As soon as I was put in jail I told Mr。 Cook to send the milkman
to my cell。 He came and was very kind。 He agreed to bring me some
bread and milk； ten cents worth a day。 This I lived on for the eighteen
days。 In the cell with me was a woman named Mrs。 Mahanna； who was
put in for selling beer。 She did not happen to have a government license。
Poor creature！ She bad been the mother of fifteen children； had a
broken hip caused by a kick of a drunken husband。 She was very ignorant
but kind…hearted。 The heat was intense and we were next to the
roof。 Some