he ever touched on the subject was “race suicide;” but he did not wish to intimate that drinking intoxicating liquors was the cause.  He wished to reproach women for not raising larger families.  What protection has a mother if she does?  She has to produce the grist to make these murder-mills grind, and I for one, say to women, refuse to be mothers, if the government will not close these murder-shops that are preying on our hearts, for our darling sons are dearer to us than life.

If I had a family to raise and had to live in a city, I know of no place as desirable as Topeka.  I was once lecturing in Lincoln, Neb., and made this remark.  A wife said to her husband, “Let us take our boy and go to Topeka.”  So they came.  The husband was D. L. Whitney, manager of the Oxygenor Company, and both he and his wife have been a great help to me.  I say to fathers and mothers, move to Kansas, where your sons are taught that it takes a sneak to sell, and a sneak to drink, intoxicating liquors in that state.

I was arrested in Topeka for going into the dives.  The officials were determined to keep them open, and the police arrested me for even going in.  They did not arrest the keepers.  I was thrown out and called names by the proprietors, in the hearing of the police, still they were let go.  This was during the time that Parker was mayor.

The voting citizens of Kansas will soon find out that no one but prohibition officers can be trusted to enforce prohibition statutes.  I am glad at the present writing there is said to be not a dive in the beautiful city of Topeka, and that she has passed the Rubicon.  God grant that no more criminal dens be opened by Republicans, Democrats or any other Anarchists.

I was arrested in Wheeling, West Virginia, winter of 1902, for going in a saloon and telling the man he was in a business that would send him to hell as well as others.  The facts are that the police never knew what I was going to do and they were so frightened and rattled that they of course thought they would arrest me to prevent trouble.  I have been a terror to evil doers.  I was in jail there two nights.  No pillow.  The bed bugs bad.  Col.  Arnett, my lawyer, said I had a good case of malicious prosecution.  I have begun several suits but the “laws delay” and the condition of dishonest courts has prevented me.  I desire to compel Murat Halstead to be shown as he is, a liar, almost equal to the “Murdocks of Wichita.”

I was arrested in Bayonne, N. J., the summer of 1903, because I was talking to a poor drunkard.  A policeman came up and ordered me to “walk on”.  I said:  “I have a right to speak to any one on the street.”  He said:  “I will arrest you if you do not move on.”  I said:  “You do not wish this poor man to have one warning word to keep him out of a drunkards hell.”  He arrested me, took me to the police headquarters, where I was sentenced for disturbing the peace.  I was put in a cell with a hard board,