it down; then broke the faucets of the refrigerator, opened the door and cut the rubber tubes that conducted the beer.  Of course it began to fly all over the house.  I threw over the slot machine, breaking it up and I got from it a sharp piece of iron with which I opened the bungs of the beer kegs, and opened the faucets of the barrels, and then the beer flew in every direction and I was completely saturated.  A policeman came in and very good-naturedly arrested me.  For this I was fined $100 and put in jail.  Mr. Cook was sheriff and I was treated very nicely by him and Mrs. Cook.  Mrs. Cook’s mother was visiting them at this time, a woman thoroughly in sympathy with my work, and I believe that the influence of this good woman was the cause of my being treated so well, for after she left things were very different.

That republican conspiracy in Topeka determined to put me in the insane asylum.  One of them, Judge Magaw, swore on the witness stand that he believed me insane.  His examination brought out the fact that I compelled him to turn some obscene pictures to the wall once, when I called to see him in his office.

I had received ever so many letters from all over the country justifying smashing as being reasonable, right and legal.  I also saw that the republican newspapers of Kansas and other states were determined to put me in a false light before the people.  I conceived the idea of editing a paper.  I tried to get the Journal to edit the paper, but it seemed that I could not get anyone to take hold of it.  Some one suggested to me Nick Chiles, a negro, who had a printing outfit.  I knew but little of this man.  I sent for him to come and see me at my cell.  All the money I had in the world was from the sale of ten cows which was $240.  This negro, Chiles talked very fair and promised to print my paper in a creditable way.  I gave him the $240.  I wrote the editorials while in the jail, and also gave him bundles of letters which I had received and a great many poems that had been written on Carry Nation and smashing.  This negro finally cheated me out of my money and papers also.  I closed with him after three weeks, he put the papers out, collected for them and never paid me a cent.  I believe he paid Mr. Nation some and when I would have made him account for his wrong dealings, I found that the contract between he and I, which was drawn up by Mr. Nation, made this negro my partner.  This, of course, was done to prevent me from having any legal redress.  My paper was called the smasher’s mail.  I called it this for it was largely composed of letters which I had received on the subject of smashing.  I had no one to read the proofs and was at the mercy of this negro, who was not in sympathy with my cause, but to the reverse.  I was often humiliated at the way my articles were tortured.  I afterwards got The Kansas Farmer to publish the paper and I then bought a press of my own, but found that I could not conduct a paper and lecture, so after the 13th edition, I closed.  The paper accomplished , this much, that the public could see by my editorials that I was not insane.