I decided to go to the Carey for several reasons.  It was the most dangerous, being the finest.  The low doggery will take the low and keep them low but these so-called respectable ones will take the respectable, make them low, then kick them out.  A poor vagabond applied to a bar tender in one of these hells glittering with crystalized tears and fine fixtures.  The man behind the bar said, “You get out, you disgrace my place.”  The poor creature, who had been his mother’s greatest treasure, shuffled out toward the door.  Another customer came in, a nice looking young man with a good suit, a white collar, and looking as if he had plenty of money, The smiling bar tender mixed a drink and was handing it to him.  The poor vagabond from the door called out.  “Oh, don’t begin on him.  Five years ago, I came into your place, looking just like that young man.  You have made me what you see me now.  Give that drink to me and finish your work.  Don’t begin on him.”

I went back to the hotel and bound the rod and cane together, then wrapped paper around the top of it.  I slept but little that night, spending most of the night in prayer.  I wore a large cape.  I took the cane and walked down the back stairs the next morning, and out in the alley I picked up as many rocks as I could carry under my cape.  I walked into the Carey Bar-room, and threw two rocks at the picture; then turned and smashed the mirror that covered almost the entire side of the large room.  Some men drinking at the bar ran at break-neck speed; the bartender was wiping a glass and he seemed transfixed to the spot and never moved.  I took the cane and broke up the sideboard, which had on it all kinds of intoxicating drinks.  Then I ran out across the street to destroy another one.  I was arrested at 8:30 A. M., my rocks and cane taken from me, and I was taken to the police headquarters, where I was treated very nicely by the Chief of Police, Mr. Cubbin, who seemed to be amused at what I had done.  This man was not very popular with the administration, and was soon put out.  I was kept in the office until 6:30 P. M. Gov.  Stanley was in town at that time, and I telephoned to several places for him.  I saw that he was dodging me, so.  I called a messenger boy and sent a note to Gov.  Stanley, telling him that I was unlawfully restrained of my liberty; that I wished him to call and see me, or try to relieve me in some way.  The messenger told me, when he came back, that he caught him at his home, that he read the message over three times, then said:  “I have nothing to say,” and went in, and closed the door.  This is the man who taught Sunday School in Wichita for twenty years, where they were letting these murder shops run in violation of the law.  Strange that this man should pull wool over the eyes of the voters of Kansas.  I never did have any confidence in him.  When he came to Medicine Lodge to lecture a few months before this, I would not go to hear him, telling the people that he was an enemy.