the defense as the rulings of Judge Gillette.  It was evident that everything was cut and dried before going into court.  Judge Gillette had several pages of instructions to the jury, telling them their duty was to convict and that the damages should be a large sum.  I had these instructions examined by a good lawyer, Mr. Duminel, of Topeka, and the judge overleaped his perogative.  He should have told the jury the facts and the statute governing slander, but his instructions were an appeal and command to convict me.  This Judge Gillette has a reputation for being a respected citizen, but his zeal to save from disgrace his republican colleagues led him to thus persecute a loyal woman Home Defender of Kansas, and protect the rum defenders, and republican schemers, who have done more to injure prohibition in Kansas than any other party.  If a democrat wanted to carry on a dive, republicans would grant him the permit to do so.

The jury brought in a verdict of guilty; but the damages to the character of this republican county attorney was one dollar, and of course I sent him the dollar, but the cost which was, including all, about two hundred dollars was assessed to me and a judgement put on a piece of property, which I paid off, by the sale of my little hatchets, and lectures.  Strange these trials never caused me to become discouraged, rather the reverse.  I knew I was right, and God in his own time would come to my help.  The more injustice I suffered, the more cause I had to resent the wrongs.  I always felt that I was keeping others out of trouble, when I was in.  I had resolved that at the first opportunity I would go to Wichita and break up some of the bold outlawed murder mills there.  I thought perhaps it was God’s will to make me a sacrifice as he did John Brown, and I knew this was a defiance of the national intrigue of both republican and democratic parties, when I destroyed this malicious property, which afforded them a means of enslaving the people, taxing them to gather a revenue they could squander, and giving them political jobs, thus creating a force to manage the interest and take care of the results of a business where the advantage was in the graft it gave to them and the brewers and distillers.

In two weeks from the close of this trial, on the 27th of December, 1900, I went to Wichita, almost seven months after the raid in Kiowa.  Mr. Nation went to see his brother, Mr. Seth Nation, in eastern Kansas and I was free to leave home.  Monday was the 26th, the day I started.  The Sunday before, the 25th, I went to the Baptist Sunday school then to the Presbyterian for preaching, and at the close walked over to the Methodist church for class meeting.  I could not keep from weeping, but I controlled myself the best I could.  I did not know but that it would be the last time I would ever see my dear friends again, and could not tell them why.  I gave my testimony at the class meeting; spoke particularly to members