THE SECOND TIME IN JAIL AT WICHITA.

I was in a meeting of the W. C. T. U. in Wichita, of which Mrs. Summers was president.  I wanted to have these women go with me and destroy the places there that were murdering their sons.  Many present were in favor of it, but Mrs. Summers was bitterly opposed.  Three went out in the hall with me, Mrs. Lucy Wilhoit, Miss Muntz and Mrs. Julia Evans.  The husband of the latter was a great drunkard, otherwise a capable physician.  Those three women said they would go with me.  We went to Mrs. Evans’ home and then, for the first time, I took a hatchet and Mrs. Evans a piece of iron.  We marched down to the first place, kept by John Burns.  We walked in and began to smash right and left.  With my hatchet I smashed in the large plate glass windows and also the door.  Sister Evans and I then attacked the show case, went behind the bar and I smashed everything in sight.  The bartender came running up to me with his hands up, “Don’t come near my hatchet, it might fall on you and I will not be responsible for the results.”

After we were through for no one resisted us, Mr. Burns was asked.  “Why did you not knock that woman down?” he replied, “God forbid that I should strike a woman.” ("a man’s a man for a’ that.”)

I did not see what the other two women were doing, but heard Sister Wilhoit talking to the crowd and telling why we had done this.

We were put in one cell, the one I occupied before and were given a cot apiece.  This was one of the glorious heavenly and refreshing times.  We sang hymns, repeated scripture, would often laugh and cry by turns for joy to think we were worthy to suffer for His sake.  “The table was prepared before us in the presence of our enemies, our cup runneth over.”  This happy condition was not what our persecutors wished, and Mrs. Simmons and her husband, whom we called “Jezebel” and “Ahab,” were determined to separate us.  Mrs. Simmons was telling that I used obscene language to her husband.

{illust. caption = this picture taken by A man who called for the purpose, to see me in Topeka jail.  I never want A picture taken of me without my bible, my constant and heavenly companion.}

These two were very much interested in having me adjudged insane, for Mr. Simmons had in several ways laid himself liable to criminal prosecution, especially in the matter of the quarantine.  Mrs. Simmons came to our cell door, and in the presence of Sister Wilhoit, to whom she had told that I used “obscene language,” I asked her if she said this?  She had to acknowledge that she did.  I told her she spoke a “lie,” for I had never done such a thing.  She sent her husband and son up to the cell and they dragged me