of me and with his chest against my head, I thought certainly he would break my neck.  I called to the women to help me.  Mrs. Noble caught him by one side of the collar and some one the other side and held him back against the counter until I could roll the keg out into the street.  All this time Sister Cain, like a general, was saying:  “Don’t any one touch these women.  They are right.  They are christian women, trying to save the boys of our state.”  I called for a hatchet from the hardware store of Mr. Case.  He was very angry and said:  “No!” He also, was drinking too much.  I called to Mrs. Noble to get a sledge hammer from the blacksmith shop across the street.  She did and handed it to me.  I struck with all my might.  The whiskey flew high in the air.  The ladies came near to pour it out, but I said:  “Save some.”  So Sister Runyan got a bottle and filled it.  Then we poured it out and set it afire.  I fell on my knees in the middle of the street and thanked God for this victory.  Dr. Gould, a man “fit for treason, stratagem and spoils,” was the one to help Day dispose of these drinks, as many doctors do.  This doctor gave out that this was “California Brandy”, costing seventy-five dollars, that he had advised Day to get it for medical purposes.

Mr. Day was at this time getting a permit to sell it for medical purposes.  He appeared in court to prove he was a graduated pharmacist, never drank, and never had a clerk that did.  The W. C. T. U. were there in a body.  We contested his right to have the permit.  Poor man.  I pitied him.  He was very much under the influence of intoxicants.  When asked; “What that was in the keg the ladies rolled out of his drug store on the 16th of February?” he said:  “It was California brandy.”  When asked:  “If he knew the taste of whiskey and brandy,” he said:  “Yes.”  We handed him a bottle of this that he said was brandy.  He pronounced it “a poor quality of sour mash whiskey.”  Sister Runyan was then put on the stand and said:  “It came from the keg that was smashed.”

This man was so humbled that he sold out in a month and left Medicine Lodge.  There are parties in that town who are more responsible than O. L. Day.  They did every thing in their power to have him do that which was his ruin.  In retaliation for this the republican rum element one night made an attack on Sister Cain’s and my house, broke windows and threw rocks, and broke my buggy.  They also sent a negro to my house, named Haskel, a noted bootlegger.  He asked for an interview.  He had quite a tale to tell me about hearing some men say that if the women appeared against Day that my house would go.  I am so well acquainted with the colored race I could read him from the first and knew that these “Rummies” had put this negro up to intimidate me.  I listened as if I believed.  Then I said:  “Haskel you ought to know by this time that such men as these will not prevent me from doing my duty, besides should my home be burned, it would be a lecture in favor of my cause that would be worth more to me than the home.  Now Haskel you get in the company of these men and you tell them what I have told you.”  This negro pretended to me that he came to me as a friend.  When I told him what I did, his expression was amusing to see.