in a few moments, they returned and opened both doors for fear I would think they were locked.  This was about supper time.  When I finished my lunch, and, having put on a clean tie and fixed my hair, I took from my valise a lot of little hatchets and put them in a little leather case I carry by a strap over my shoulder.  Thus equipped I entered the ladies cabin, where there were perhaps fifty people sitting.  When I went in, they began to look at one another, some smiled, I knew they had heard of the captain trying to prevent my coming out.  Taking my seat on a sofa in the middle of the room, I was listening to the lovely string band when some one came up and opened a conversation with me.  After a while I was quite surrounded and the cabin soon becoming crowded some one asked to see a little hatchet, so I opened my satchel to show them.  One of the officers who had come to the State Room with the captain, had been standing near the stairway, and when he saw the people begin to press to me to get the hatchets, he came up saying, “Madam, you are not allowed to sell these here.”  I replied, “You sell wine, beer, whiskey, tobacco, cigarettes and anything that will drug these people.  Now these are my own little souvenirs, and they will advertise my cause, help me, and be a little keep sake from the hand that raised the hatchet, so I claim the right to sell them, where you have no right to sell bad things.”  He went up to see the captain, who said, “I am too busy to fool with that woman.”  So he came down, and called up Mr. Furlong, asking him to compell me to stop selling hatchets, but he told him he could not prevent Mrs. Nation doing anything she had set her head to.  We had a nice time.  I repeated poetry on the evils of drink and smoking, all were happy, and at ten o’clock, I bade good-night to many friends who regarded me not as the wild vicious woman, but one who meant well.

Next morning when we went ashore in New York, and were identifying our baggage, a small man was passing, Mr. Furlong remarked in an undertone, “Our captain.”  He had changed his uniform to go ashore, and I had not recognized him.  I extended my hand which he took, and I said, “Captain, I know you were told I was a nuisance,” “Yes, they said you would raise the devil, but if anyone thinks you are a fool they are very much mistaken.”  We parted in a very pleasant humor.  Thus it is, my life is a constant contention, but there have been many laughable circumstances and none hurt.  I can truly say that there is no ill will in my heart toward a creature God has made, but it is a hatred for the enemy of mankind for I have an intense hatred for the enemies of those I intensely love.

CHAPTER XXII.