There never was such a sight.  Angels wept and devils yelled with diabolical glee.  We were taken to Police Headquarters, that is, four of us, the Police had not taken Blanch, who dodged them, and with her axe smashed out two windows, after which she went to Sister Wilhoite’s home, and would not have been arrested had she not called to see us next day, and giving her name was immediately arrested and shut in with us.  Water was standing in the low places in the cell we occupied, caused by a leakage in the pipes, I don’t think this neglect was intentional, but it was none the less dangerous as it was below ground.  The beds were shelves in the wall, very hard of course, but we might have had some degree of comfort if it had not been for the dirt and rats which seemed to delight in having some one to run around and over.  It was so ordered that there was a bible in the crowd, and as we were not in stocks we had far more to rejoice over than Paul and Silas, holding a continuous praise and prayer service, reading and repeating the word of God.  We were kept there from Friday till Monday morning without a charge against us.  Sunday morning we squeezed the juice out of some grapes, some kind friends had sent us, and reading for our lesson where Jesus washed the disciples feet and partook of the sacrament, sister McHenry sprang to her feet after partaking of the emblems, said she saw the most beautiful cross on the wall, surrounded by a divine halo, exclaiming, “Now I know what it is to have a vision, I thought it might be imagination.”  We had quite a time one way and another.  Our friends were not permitted to come into the jail or even to the door, so many of them came to the railing on the outside, where some of the officials threw water on them from the upper windows to keep them away.  We were taken to the county jail on Monday and had a trial for malicious mischief on Wednesday.  We plead our own cases, and never in the history of the world did a nation or people see mothers tried for trying to save their loved ones from the slaughter of a government whose business is to protect women and their children.  Tears were in the eyes of many when sister Lucy Wilhoite and sister McHenry told of their boys being led into vice by the officials of Wichita.  Poor degraded Wichita with her corrupt officials and that vile “Wichita Eagle,” and its Murdocks.  But God has a people there and they will be victors in this fight.  We were convicted of course, I got thirty days in jail and $150, the rest $150, except sister Muntz who only got $50.  We employed Judge Ray to take our cases to the District Court.  At the present writing I am out on bail and so far as the jail is concerned, I do not dread it.  God will liberate some when I am in bonds.  Poor women, Poor Mothers.  God who “tempers the wind to the shorn lamb” will come to her relief from a degradation worse than death.

          Aftertrial in the district court.