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depot　and　left　my　valise。　I　went　up　town　to　select　the　place　I　would　begin
at　first。　I　went　into　about　fourteen　places；　where　men　were　drinking
at　bars；　the　same　as　they　do　in　licensed　places。　The　police　standing　with
the　others。　This　outrage　of　law　and　decency　was　in　violation　of　the　oaths
taken　by　every　city　officer；　including　mayor　and　councilmen；　and　they　were
as　much　bound　to　destroy　these　joints　as　they　would　be　to　arrest　a　murderer；
or　break　up　a　den　of　thieves；　but　many　of　these　so…called　officers
encouraged　the　violation　of　the　law　and　patronized　these　places。　I　have
often　explained　that　this　was　the　scheme　of　politicians　and　brewers　to
make　prohibition　a　failure；　by　encouraging　in　every　way　the　violation　of
the　constitution。　I　felt　the　outrage　deeply；　and　would　gladly　have　given
my　life　to　redress　the　wrongs　of　the　people。　As　Esther　said：　〃How　can
I　see　the　desolation　of　my　people？　If　I　perish。〃　As　Patrick　Henry　said：
〃Give　me　liberty　or　give　me　death。〃

I　finally　came　to　the　〃Carey　Hotel；〃　next　to　which　was　called　the
Carey　Annex　or　Bar。　The　first　thing　that　struck　me　was　the　life…size
picture　of　a　naked　woman；　opposite　the　mirror。　This　was　an　oil　painting
with　a　glass　over　it；　and　was　a　very　fine　painting　hired　from　the
artist　who　painted　it；　to　be　put　in　that　place　for　a　vile　purpose。　I　called
to　the　bartender；　told　him　he　was　insulting　his　own　mother　by　having
her　form　stripped　naked　and　hung　up　in　a　place　where　it　was　not　even
decent　for　a　woman　to　be　in　when　she　had　her　clothes　on。　I　told　him
he　was　a　law…breaker　and　that　he　should　be　behind　prison　bars；　instead
of　saloon　bars。　He　said　nothing　to　me　but　walked　to　the　back　of　his
saloon。　It　is　very　significant　that　the　picture　of　naked　women　are　in
saloons。　Women　are　stripped　of　everything　by　them。　Her　husband　is
torn　from　her；　she　is　robbed　of　her　sons；　her　home；　her　food　and　her
virtue；　and　then　they　strip　her　clothes　off　and　hang　her　up　bare　in　these
dens　of　robbery　and　murder。　Well　does　a　saloon　make　a　woman　bare　of
all　things！　The　motive　for　doing　this　is　to　suggest　vice；　animating　the
animal　in　man　and　degrading　the　respect　he　should　have　for　the　sex　to
whom　he　owes　his　being；　yes；　his　Savior　also。

I　decided　to　go　to　the　Carey　for　several　reasons。　It　was　the　most
dangerous；　being　the　finest。　The　low　doggery　will　take　the　low　and　keep
them　low　but　these　so…called　respectable　ones　will　take　the　respectable；
make　them　low；　then　kick　them　out。　A　poor　vagabond　applied　to　a　bar
tender　in　one　of　these　hells　glittering　with　crystalized　tears　and　fine
fixtures。
The　man　behind　the　bar　said；　〃You　get　out；　you　disgrace　my　place。〃
The　poor　creature；　who　had　been　his　mother's　greatest　treasure；　shuffled
out　toward　the　door。　Another　customer　came　in；　a　nice　looking　young
man　with　a　good　suit；　a　white　collar；　and　looking　as　if　he　had　plenty
of　money；　The　smiling　bar　tender　mixed　a　drink　and　was　handing　it　to
him。　The　poor　vagabond　from　the　door　called　out。　〃Oh；　don't　begin　on
him。　Five　years　ago；　I　came　into　your　place；　looking　just　like　that
young　man。　You　have　made　me　what　you　see　me　now。　Give　that　drink
to　me　and　finish　your　work。　Don't　begin　on　him。〃

I　went　back　to　the　hotel　and　bound　the　rod　and　cane　together；　then
wrapped　paper　around　the　top　of　it。　I　slept　but　little　that　night；　spending
most　of　the　night　in　prayer。　I　wore　a　large　cape。　I　took　the　cane
and　walked　down　the　back　stairs　the　next　morning；　and　out　in　the　alley
I　picked　up　as　many　rocks　as　I　could　carry　under　my　cape。　I　walked　into
the　Carey　Bar…room；　and　threw　two　rocks　at　the　picture；　then　turned
and　smashed　the　mirror　that　covered　almost　the　entire　side　of　the　large
room。　Some　men　drinking　at　the　bar　ran　at　break…neck　speed；　the　bartender
was　wiping　a　glass　and　he　seemed　transfixed　to　the　spot　and
never　moved。　I　took　the　cane　and　broke　up　the　sideboard；　which　had　on
it　all　kinds　of　intoxicating　drinks。　Then　I　ran　out　across　the　street
to　destroy　another　one。　I　was　arrested　at　8：30　A。　M。；　my　rocks　and
cane　taken　from　me；　and　I　was　taken　to　the　police　headquarters；　where
I　was　treated　very　nicely　by　the　Chief　of　Police；　Mr。　Cubbin；　who
seemed　to　be　amused　at　what　I　had　done。　This　man　was　not　very
popular　with　the　administration；　and　was　soon　put　out。　I　was　kept
in　the　office　until　6：30　P。　M。　Gov。　Stanley　was　in　town　at　that　time；
and　I　telephoned　to　several　places　for　him。　I　saw　that　he　was　dodging
me；　so。　I　called　a　messenger　boy　and　sent　a　note　to　Gov。　Stanley；
telling　him　that　I　was　unlawfully　restrained　of　my　liberty；　that　I　wished
him　to　call　and　see　me；　or　try　to　relieve　me　in　some　way。　The　messenger
told　me；　when　he　came　back；　that　he　caught　him　at　his　home；　that　he
read　the　message　over　three　times；　then　said：　〃I　have　nothing　to　say；〃
and　went　in；　and　closed　the　door。　This　is　the　man　who　taught　Sunday
School　in　Wichita　for　twenty　years；　where　they　were　letting　these　murder
shops　run　in　violation　of　the　law。　Strange　that　this　man　should　pull
wool　over　the　eyes　of　the　voters　of　Kansas。　I　never　did　have　any
confidence　in　him。　When　he　came　to　Medicine　Lodge　to　lecture　a　few
months　before　this；　I　would　not　go　to　hear　him；　telling　the　people　that
he　was　an　enemy。

Kansas　has　learned　some　dear　lessons；　and　she　will　be　wise　indeed
when　she　learns　that　only　Prohibitionists　will　enforce　prohibition　laws。
That　republicans　and　democrats　are　traitors；　and　no　one　belonging　to
these　parties　should　ever　hold　office；　especially　in　Kansas。

At　6：30　P。　M。；　I　was　tried　and　taken　to　Wichita　jail；　found　guilty　of
malicious　mischief；　Sam　Amidon　being　the　prosecuting　attorney；　and
the　friend　of　every　joint　keeper　in　the　city。　He　called　me　a　〃spotter〃
when　I　wanted　to　give　evidence　against　the　jointists。

The　legislature　was　to　convene　in　a　few　days　and　it　was　understood
that　the　question　of　resubmitting　the　Prohibition　Amendment　would　come
up。　Being　a　part　of　the　constitution；　the　people　had　to　vote　on　it；　and　it
was　frustrating　their　plans　to　have　such　agitation　at　this　time；　and
these　republican　leaders　were　determined　to　make　a　quietus　of
me；　if　possible。　The　scheme　was　to　get　me　in　an　insane　asylum；
and　they　wished　to　increase　my　insanity　as　they　called　my　zeal；　so　as　to
have　me　out　of　their　way；　for　I　was　calling　too　much　attention　to　their
lawlessness；　at　this　time；　when　it　might　prove　disastrous　to　their　plots。
Two　sheriffs　conducted　me　to　my　cell。　The　sensation　of　being　locked　in
such　a　place　for　the　first　time　is　not　like　any　other；　and　never　occurs　the
second　time。　These　men　watched　me　after　the　door　was　locked。　I　tried
to　be　brave；　but　the　tears　were　running　down　my　face。　I　took　hold　of
the　iron　bars　of　my　door；　and　tried　to　shake　them　and　said：　〃Never　mind；
you　put　me　in　here　a　cub；　but　I　will　go　out　a　roaring　lion　and　I　will　make
all　hell　howl。〃　I　wanted　to　let　them　know　that　I　was　going　to　grow　while
in　there。

Three　days　after；　on　the　30th；　there　was　brought　in　and　put　next　to
my　cell　an　old　man；　named　Isaiah　Cooper；　a　lunatic；　who　raved；　cursed
and　tore　his　clothes　and　bedding。　He　was　brought　from　the　poor　farm
where　he　was　waiting　to　be　sent　to　the　insane　asylum。　There　were　some
cigarette；　smokers　in　the　jail　and　the　fumes　came　in　my　cell；　for　I　had
nothing　but　an　open　barred　door。　I　begged　that　I　might　not　be　compelled
to　smell　this　poison；　but；　instead　of　diminishing；　the　smoke　increased。
Two　prisoners　from　across　the　rotunda　were　brought　next　to
my　cell。

What　an　outrage；　to　tax　the　citizens　of　Sedgwick　County　to　build
such　a　jail　as　that　in　Wichita。　It　holds　one　hundred　and　sixty　prisoners。
There　were　thirteen　there　when　I　was　put　in。　I　have　been　in　many　jails；　but
in　none　did　I　ever　see　a　rotary；　except　in　Wichita；　a　large　iron　cage；
with　one　door；　the　little　cells　the　shape　of　a　piece　of　pie。　Perhaps　there
were　a　dozen　in　this　one。　The　cage　rotated　within　a　cylinder。　This　was
for　the　worst　criminals；　and　the　cells　were　only　large　enough　for　a　small
cot；　a　chair　and　a　table　about　a　foot　square。

｛illust。　caption　=
JUST　BEFORE　I　LEFT　WICHITA　JAIL　A　PHOTOGRAPHER　CAME　TO　MY　CELL　AND　ASKED
TO　TAKE　MY　PICTURE。　　HERE　IT　IS　IN　THE　POSITION　OF　KNEELING；　READING
MY　BIBLE；　WHICH　WAS　MY　USUAL　ATTITUDE。｝


Mr。　Simmons　was　the　sheriff　and　he　told　the　prisoners　to　〃smoke　all
they　pleased；〃　that　he　would　keep　them　in　material；　and　he　kept　his　word。
Tobacco　smoke　is　poison　to　me　and　cigarettes　are　worse。　The　health…
board　belonged　to　this　republican　whiskey　ring；　and　was　in　conspiracy
to　make　me　insane；　so　they　put　a　quarantine　on　the　jail　for　three　weeks；
and　I　was　a　lone　woman　in　there；　with　two　cigarette　smokers；　and　a
maniac；　next　to　my　cell。　John；　the　Trusty；　smoked　a　horrid　strong　pipe；
and　he　also　was　next　to　my　cell。　Strange　to　say；　when　that　jail　had　so
many　apartments；　and　so　few　in　them；　that　four　inmates　should　have　been
put　next　to　me；　but　there　was　〃a　cause。〃　Mr。　Dick　Dodd　was　the　jailor；
and　for　three　weeks　he　was　the　only　one　who　came　in　my　cell　and　I　was
not　allowed　to　see　anyone　in　that　time；　but　Dr。　Jordan　who　called　once。
I　cried　and　begged　to　be　relieved　of　the　smoke；　for　I　do　not　think　Mr。
Dodd　realized　how　poisonous　it　was　to　me。　I　would　have　to　keep　my
w