treated him as a stranger.  He expressed much anxiety about my confinement in September; got a party to agree to come for him at the time; but my mother would not allow it.  In six weeks after my little girl was born, my mother sent my brother with me to Holden to get my trunk and other things to bring them home.  Her words to me were:  “If you stay in Holden, never return home again.”  My husband begged me to stay with him; he said:  “Pet, if you leave me, I will be a dead man in six months.”  I wanted to stay with him, but dared not disobey my mother and be thrown out of shelter, for I saw I could not depend on my husband.  I did not know then that drinking men were drugged men, diseased men.  His mother told me that when he was growing up to manhood, his father, Harry Gloyd, was Justice of the Peace in Newport, Ohio, twelve years, and that Charlie was so disgusted with the drink cases, that he would go in a room and lock himself in, to get out of their hearing; that he never touched a drop until he went in the army, the 118th regiment, Thomas L. Young being the Colonel.  Dr. Gloyd was a captain.  In the society of these officers he, for the first time, began to drink intoxicants.  He was fighting to free others from slavery, and he became a worse slave than those he fought to free.  In a little less than six months from the day my child was born, I got a telegram telling of his death.  His father died a few months before he did, and mother Gloyd was left entirely alone.

Mother Gloyd was a true type of a New England housewife, and I had always lived in the south.  I could not say at this time that I loved her, although I respected her very highly.  But I wanted to be with the mother of the man I loved more than my own life; I wanted to supply his place if possible.  My father gave me several lots; by selling one of these and Dr. Gloyd’s library and instruments, I built a house of three rooms on one of the lots and rented the house we lived in, which brought us in a little income, but not sufficient to support us.  I wanted to prepare myself to teach, and I attended the Normal Institute of Warrensburg.  I was not able to pay my board and Mr. Archie Gilkerson and wife charged me nothing and were as kind to me as parents.  God bless them!  I got a certificate and was given the primary room in the Public School at Holden.  Mother Gloyd kept house and took care of Charlien, my little girl, and I made the living.  This continued for four years.  I lost my position as teacher in that school this way:  A Dr. Moore was a member of the board, he criticised me for the way I had the little ones read; for instance, in the sentence, “I saw a man,” I had them use the short a instead of the long a, and so with the article a; having them read it as we would speak it naturally.  He made this serious objection, and I lost my place and Dr. Moore’s niece got my room as teacher.  This was a severe blow to me, for I could not leave mother Gloyd and Charlien to teach in another place, and