orphans starving, no widows weeping; by it, none wounded in feeling,
none injured in interest. And what a noble ally this to the cause of political
freedom! With such an aid, its march cannot fail to be on and on,
until every son of earth shall drink in rich fruition the sorrow-quenching
draughts of perfect liberty! And when the victory shall be complete--
when there shall be neither a slave nor a drunkard on the earth--how
proud the title of that LAND which may truly claim to be the birthplace of
and the cradle of both those revolutions that shall have ended in that
victory! How nobly distinguished that people who shall have planted
and nurtured to maturity both the political and moral freedom of their
species!"

William Windom, when Secretary of the U. S. Treasury under the
Arthur administration, said: "Considered socially, financially, politically
or morally, the licensed liquor traffic is, or ought to be, the overshadowing
issue in American politics, and the destruction of this iniquity
stands first on the calendar of the world's progress."

By Bible authority and by the common law of our land I have proved
to the satisfaction of all who will see the right, that I am a loyal American,
a loving Home Defender, doing the will of Him whom I serve and
whose I am.

CHAPTER XI.

MY TRIAL FOR DIVORCE.--THE LICENSED RUM TRAFFIC THE CAUSE OF SO MANY
DIVORCES.--DIFFERENT TIMES AND PLACES I HAVE BEEN IN JAIL.--AT THE
CAPITAL OF CALIFORNIA.--WIDE OPEN TREASON.--AT THE UNIVERSITY OF
TEXAS.--WOOLLEY CLUB AT ANN ARBOR, MICHIGAN.--CATHOLIC PRIEST
AND CIGARETTES.

Mr. Nation brought suit for divorce against me while I was in jail.
I was very much astonished at it, for I never thought that our disagreement
would result in his desiring a divorce. We had lived together
twenty-four years, and while we could not agree, I never wanted a
divorce. His petition stated the reason for this was "extreme cruelty
and desertion." He sued for all the property and wanted the court to
have me pay for the cost of the trial. I shall always believe he was
induced to do this by the republicans, thinking to hinder my work.

The people of Medicine Lodge were shocked at this, for they knew
I had been faithful to my duties as a wife, up to the time I went to
Wichita, and when I went to Topeka I told Mr. Nation if he would stay
there with me, I would pay his board and room rent, which I did. He
came to Topeka and the first thing that he took offense at was my objecting
to his opening my mail, for when he did I never saw a dollar sent
for a subscription and sometimes would find parts of letters destroyed.

On the day of the trial, Mr. Nation could not produce a witness to
prove I was other than kind, except the affidavit of a man who could
neither read nor write. Mr. Nation wrote out what he wanted this man
to swear to, and the man signed it, for he could just write his name.
This man was in Oklahoma at the time, My neighbors came of their
own accord and testified to my having done my cooking and housework;
frequently cooking meals and taking them to Mr. Nation, who was still
in bed. Judge Gillette, the same man who was on the bench in my
slander suit presided. Mr. Nation did not get his divorce because of my
"extreme cruelty," but because I testified that I could not, nor would
never live with him as a wife. I could not. I was very much grieved to
bear this reproach, of a divorced wife. I made my home during the trial
with my dear friend, Mrs. Judge Howe, who is still living, and she knows
how bitter this was to me.

The home was given me, and the divorce and a small piece of property
in Medicine Lodge to Mr. Nation. I shortly after sold this home for
$800. It was part of the payment for "Home for Drunkards' Wives" in
Kansas City. It was as I expected, a means used by my enemies to hinder
me in my work. I was blamed for the divorce. It was said, "I broke up
a home." That if I was in a good work I would not do these things.
And while delivering my lectures, it was often called out; "Why don't
you go back to your husband? No wonder he got a divorce from
you," and all such sayings. But I learned to expect and was prepared for
such treatment.

We hear, "A woman's place is at home." That is true, but what and
where is home. Not the walls of a house. Not furniture, food or clothes.
Home is where the heart is, where our loved ones are. If my son is
in a drinking place, my place is there. If my daughter, or the daughter
of any one else, my family or any other family is in trouble, my place
is there. That woman would be selfish or cowardly who would refuse
to leave her home to relieve suffering or trouble. Jesus said, "Go out
into the highways and hedges." He said this to women, as well as men.
If the women of Galilee had not left their homes they would not have
followed Jesus. If Phoebe had not left her home, she would not have
gone on the business of the church to Jerusalem. We would have no
woman missionaries--Women now, are forced to go out to save the
homes.

D. L. Moody once said, and which I hardly understood at the time:
"When a wife knew that the man that should be her husband was unfaithful
and corrupt, she was as bad as he if she lived with him." I have thought
much of the meaning of husband. He is one who is a man who provides
and cares for his family, as much as it is in his power to do, but when
he refuses and will not do this, he breaks his marriage vow and becomes
his wife's enemy. A husband is not an enemy. This will place many
women in the roll of living with men who are not their husbands, and
this is so. I do not favor divorce, but it is better to separate, than bring
up children of drunkards or licentious fathers. There is nothing which
is making so much enmity between the sexes as intoxicating drink. This
is the cause of so many divorces. Men who go into saloons generally
visit houses of prostitution. The women they meet there have been
deceived and lost their self respect, become discouraged because men have
made them their victims through treachery and in turn these women
revenge themselves by taking all means to drag these men down. Prostitutes
do not like men; they often hate them. The man who goes there
generally loses respect for the virtues of women, and from associating
with bad women they judge other women to be vile. These men hate
the very women they go to see. Married men who drink are bad husbands,
for they deceive their wives, who soon find it out; and the husbands
and wives cannot be happy. A woman leaves all others for one
man and she wishes his society. In the evening the clubs and drinking
places take up men's time when their families should have it. These
things destroy love and confidence between husbands and wives. 'Tis
not all men's fault, for there are some drinking women.

A man came to me just before I went on the stage at Newport, and
said: "Carry Nation, step aside here, I must speak to you. I am in so
much trouble. Give me some advice. My wife is at home drunk; she
is that way most of the time. We have six children and they feel disgraced.
What can I do? I am almost wild."

I asked: "Did you ever drink with your wife?"

He looked confused. I said: "Women do not usually go to saloons
but you men bring it home and use it on the table and women are just
as apt to catch the disease of alcoholism as men. This may be the way
your wife learned to be a drunkard. Wives have been nursing their
drunken husbands for years; now the chickens have come home to roost,
and you are nursing your drunken wives."

Poor man! He, indeed, seemed distracted; and he is not alone,
there are hundreds of cases.

I met a lovely creature on the train, who had been married a few
months. Her husband was a lumber merchant in Chicago. She sat by
me and told me her sad story. She had been a poor girl and dearly loved
a man whose mother opposed the match and prevented the marriage.
The young lumber merchant, left rich by the death of his father, proposed
and she married him. In a month, the mother of the man she
loved first, died and the obstacle was removed. In telling me this story
I smelled liquor on her breath. She would say a few sentences and then
say: "Oh, Carry Nation I am so miserable! If Charlie would only be
true to me I would not grieve for the man I love, but Charlie drinks
and he goes with other women, and leaves me alone. He gives me all the
money I want. I have everything that money can buy; but, Oh! I
almost hate these things! I had rather have a hut with someone to love
me." She kept talking this way until it was enough to break my heart.
She said: "Charlie will be in from the smoking car, and please Mrs.
Nation speak to him. I want to be a good wife and I will do all I can
to make him a good man. But he laughs at me when I talk to him, he
never takes me in earnest. Go speak to him."

So I did. I found him to be a young man about twenty-three, with
the marks of dissipation on his face. I said: "I have something to say to
you privately. You have a beautiful young wife. If you wish to make
her happy you can do so. There is one thing that will ruin the happiness
of both. That is intoxicating drink. Did you know your wife is under
the influence of some drug?" He said: "Oh, don't say a word to her
about that, I am the cause of it. I drink and have persuaded her to,
because she has a right to do what I do."

I told him of the fatal results and asked him to quit or it would be
the ruin of both. Here were these two on the brink of ruin, so young,
so attractive. I never shall forget the pathos of that woman's story.
The yearning of that heart for love. Of course in her unhappiness she
would turn to the benumbing fascination of the poisonous drug.

On every hand I see the desolation of homes and hearts. There are
no five things that make so much enmity between the sexes as this one--
the licensed saloon. The home life is destroyed. Men and boys are taken
from home at the very time they ought to be there, after their work is
done. Families should gather in the evening to enjoy each other's society.
It is said that Germans are the cruelest husbands on earth. Their beer
gardens have taken the place of firesides. There are more insane and
suicides in Germany than any nation on earth. Alcoholism is a disease.
Men go to the Keeley cure and take different treatments to get cured.
This disease is killing more every year than the deadliest epidemic, and
still not one of the senators or representatives will discuss this. Roosevelt
toured this country moralizing on different questions. The nearest
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, no cover. There were only two other prisoners, both put
there for getting drunk. The partition door was by accident left unlocked
and I heard someone creeping, looked up and there was one of the poor
creatures in my cell. I called loudly. He ran back. The turnkey came
and fastened the door. All night through I was handing water to these
poor creatures. The bed bugs were thick and kept me quite busy knocking
them out of my face. I lay on the plank but could not sleep a wink.
Next morning I was called in court. That police officer in order to make
it a case of disturbing the peace said there were one hundred and fifty
people around. There was but five and I so testified. I never have seen
such false swearing as there is with the police. I got a fine of ten dollars.
Of course this judge was a republican.

Here is a list of the times and places I have been in jail:

In Wichita three times. Sentenced December, 1900, thirty days; January
21st, 1901, twenty-one days and January 22nd two days.

Topeka seven times; once thirty days; twice each eighteen days; then
twelve days; fifteen days, seven days and three days.

Kansas City once, part of a day; also once, part of a day at Coney
Island, once at Los Angeles; once at San Francisco; Scranton twice, one
night and part of two days; Bayonne, New Jersey a day and night; Pittsburg
three times, one night and part of two days; Philadelphia once, one
night.

I was also put in jail in Cape Breton, and in 1904, when five of us
attacked the Wholesale House of Mahan Bros., in Wichita, of which I
speak elsewhere, making a total of twenty three times.

I spoke at Sacramento, Cal., to the legislature when in session. I
got a letter from one of the officers in the capitol, telling of the joints
run in the capitol building and patronized by the members of the legislature.
A reporter went with me. He tried to get me an opportunity to speak,
but he was told I could not do so, and that I had better leave as the crowd
prevented them doing business. I did not leave. The reporter said: "You
will not be able to speak." I said: "I will speak." I waited until the
speaker adjourned for noon, and as quick as a flash I took the stand, and
began my address. I saw impatience in the faces of many, but there was
a great cheer from visitors and pages. I spoke about as follows: "I
am glad to speak to the law-makers of California. I not only believe
in making laws, but enforcing them." I called their attention to the most
needed legislation on the lines of prohibition of evil. I could see that all
seemed rather pleased at this point, I drew out the letter which read as
follows: "Dear Madam: I see you are to visit the capitol tomorrow, I
wish to call your attention to the flagrant violations under the dome of
California's capitol. In the Bill filing room is a place where liquors are
kept, also in the Sergeant-at-Arms room in the senate chamber, behind
a screen, is stored beer and whiskey, in room 56 there is a safe where
bottles of beer and whiskey are kept. These unlicensed bars are patronized
by the members, and with their full knowledge and consent." It was certainly
a sight to see the faces of these men. After reading each charge,
I would stop and say: "Now gentlemen this must be a grave slander, and
I want you as a body to rise and down this outrage." I waited, no one
rose up. I said: "certainly there must be a mistake, is it possible that the
law-makers of this state are the law-breakers, if so, then who is capable
of punishing the criminals?" I continued, "I hope that at least there are
some of the members of this body that are ignorant of this and that some
one if only one will rise and say, "I know nothing of this;" not one arose;
Both the houses were adjourned and the aisles and lobbies were packed.
These men looked at each other grinning and looking silly, some heartily
enjoying it, reminding me of a lot of bad boys that were caught stealing
watermelons. The pages and visitors yelled and waved and clapped
their hands, but was this not a shame? This is but a sample of the
legislatures of the states. Washington's capitol is a reproach to common
decency, this government like a fish, "stinks worse at the head."

I spoke in Austin, Texas, at the state university. When I arrived in
the city I was met by "Uncle Tom" Murrah. "Uncle Tom" is a true type
of the old fashion gentleman. Had it not been for the chivalry of this
dear friend I expect I would have had some trouble with the police of
Austin.

I went into a saloon and was led out in very forcible manner by the
proprietor, who was one of the city council. I stood in front of this
man's man-trap and cried out against this outrageous business. The man
kept a phonograph going to drown my voice. The police would have
interfered but "Uncle Tom" told me to say what I pleased, and he would
stand by me. I went up to the state university with students who tried
to get a hall for me to speak to them but they could not. I spoke from the
steps. In the midst of the speech and the cheers from the boys I heard a
voice at my side. I looked and there stood the Principal, Prexley Prather.
He was white with excitement, saying: "Madam, we do not allow
such." I said: "I am speaking for the good of these boys." "We
do not allow speaking on the campus." I said: "I have spoken to the
students at Ann Arbor, at Harvard, at Yale, and I will speak to the boys
of Texas." The boys gave a yell. The mail man was driving up at this
time. The horse took fright, the letters and papers flew in every direction.
The man jumped from the sulky; the horse ran up against a tree and
was stopped. I offered to pay for the broken shafts but the mail carrier
would take nothing. There was no serious damage and all had a
good laugh, except, perhaps, the dignified principal.

When I visited the students at Ann Arbor, Mich., I was given a banquet
by the Woolley club of the university. It gave me new life to look
at such men of intellectual and moral force. Oh! for such men to be the
fathers of the rising generation. Just such men as these will save the
Nation. THESE are the hatchets that will smash up evil and build up
good.

 One cannot help but compare the tobacco smoking dull brained sot-
tish students with these giants of moral and physical manhood. These
young I men were the greatest argument in favor of prohibition. God
will bless the Woolley club of Ann Arbor and all such as they.

AT HIGH MASS, BUFFALO, OCT. 27

I attended High Mass in St. Joseph Cathedral. One of the priests,
Mr. Percell, was taking up the collection. He came to where I was sitting
but the smell of cigarette smoke was so strong about him that I could
not refrain from a rebuke, so I said: "You smell so bad from cigarette
smoke."

He said: "Who?"

I said: "You!"

He said: "You are a liar!"

I said: "No I am not, you do smell bad!"

He said: "I will have you put out of this church!"

I said: "I dare you! You are the one that should be put out!"

He passed on and after Mass I went into the house of the priest's
and asked for him. He could not be found but two priests tried to make
excuses and treated me well. Said they smoked. I told them God said
for them to cleanse themselves from all filthiness of the flesh. That they
were making provisions for the flesh to fulfill the lusts thereof. I said:
"What a shame for a man to dress like a saint and to smell like a devil!"

One thing I have noticed--that the Catholic schools taught by the
Brothers are saturated with vile tobacco smoke. I would not like to
send a son to such a place for that reason alone. There are many things
I like about the Catholic church, but why, oh, why is it so silent as a
general thing on the liquor traffic? Why are so many of its members in
this devil's work? Oh! what a retribution will be theirs when it will be
proven that instead of clothing the naked they have robbed children of
clothes. Instead of feeding the hungry they have allowed them to starve
because their bread was taken to buy drink. They sent souls to prison
and did not minister to them!

CHAPTER XII.

WOMAN'S SUFFRAGE

In all ages woman has taken an active part in the defense of man. She
is the best defender he ever had on earth, because she is his mother.
True mothers think more of the interest of their children than of their
own. God intended it so, All animals have a care for their offspring.
The hen will fight the hawk or dog, even man, to defend her little chicks.
The farmer's wife will not set a hen the second time that will not fight
for her little chickens. Such hens are taken to market. I have heard
my mother say: "I must set that hen again for she is such a good
mother." The mother bear will die fighting for her cubs. The hunters
say they dislike to kill her, because of her mother love, that never yields
up those two little cubs that she places behind her, and then fights until
she dies. This is the mother love of a brute,--what ought to be that of
the human family?

If a man starts a ranch to raise cattle he protects the females in
raising their young. He will kill the animals that will destroy his stock,
and if he produces the pelt or scalp of these animals the state pays him a
bounty. How is it with the human mothers? They produce the most
valuable offspring, but this licensed traffic is defended, while children
are murdered before our eyes and our hands are tied so we cannot rescue
them. No one will say but that woman represents more morality than man,
also that the mother is more interested in the children than the father;
then of course, the party who has the most care and love should be allowed
the largest privilege to exercise it.

America claims more civilization than any other nation on earth. In
the main this is so. But certainly she is not true to the motherhood, and
THIS is her peril.. Some of the best reigns have been those of queens.
All nations have had their women rulers, but the mothers of America
are not allowed to say who shall be the ones to help them make good
citizens of their own children, while their bitter foes prey upon their
offspring as cannibals. A widow with six sons has a little home. She
is taxed the same in proportion as the brewer, who carries on the human
butcher-shop that grinds up the six sons of the widow. He and his crowd
(republicans and democrats) have the ballot that smashes the poor
widow's boys and takes her substance to prosecute her boys after they
are made criminals, to pay for their arrest, to build a jail for them. Her
heart is broken, home is gone, and disgrace is hers. To accomplish this
she is rendered helpless by having no voice or ballot to protect herself.
God never made an animal that he did not give it some means of defense.
While I am writing this I am in Bridgeport, Connecticut. I find this a
city of eighty-two thousand. The PRESIDENT of the board of education is
P. W. Wren, who is president of the Connecticut Breweries and owner
of one of the largest wholesale whiskey houses in the state. This is as
consistent as if one were to start a ranch to raise chickens, ducks, pigs
and calves and then place a wolf to guard them from harm, The business
of the brewer is to sell beer. No animal but mankind will use this
rotten slop, for the others by instinct know it is poison. No man would
let his horses drink it, for they would be dangerous instead of being
useful. The only way to make the brewer's business profitable is to have
boys and girls as consumers. The brewer is not the worst to blame. It
is the voter. Mothers would never vote for such a man to be the public
guardian of the morals of their children. All liquor men, or liquor
license men, are opposed to woman's suffrage, for the reason that should
women vote, we would have prohibition or abolition of the vice. The
women saved prohibition in Topeka in the year 1903 by five hundred
majority, while it would have been lost by two hundred if men only had
voted. The contest was between the WET and DRY mayors. Where women
have the ballot, even in municipal affairs, no state has resubmitted or
brought back the saloon. God said: "It is not good for man to be alone.
I will make him a helpmate, a partner, a companion, a guardian." When
man elevates a woman he elevates himself. A degraded woman means
many degraded men. Free men must be the sons of free women. This
land cannot be the land of the free or home of the brave, until woman
gets her freedom and men are brave and just to award it to her. No
man can have the true impulse of liberty and want his mother to be a
slave.

The constitution of the United States starts out by saying. "We, the
people of the United States." Women are people as well as men. Therefore
I advise all women to go to the polls and vote in spring and fall elections.
We want the moral, intellectual electorate. The brewer, distiller, saloon
man, their agents, even the colored man was given a vote, and never asked
for it. The foreigners in a few months, or a year, after landing, are
given the ballot, but the loving, true defenders of God, home and all the
best interests of humanity, are compelled to see their sons, husbands,
and fathers, murdered before their eyes, without the sign of a protest
from the government under which they live. The outrageous unfairness
of this is quite evident when we consider that the ballot is represented
and controlled by the worst element, when it should be by the best. The
women are more affected by oppression than man. She is the mother,
the rest are the children.

The mother would vote to save the boy.

The mother would do nothing to injure her boy.

The mother makes a good citizen of her son.

The saloon man votes to make drunkards.

The saloon man does all to injure.

The saloon man makes bad citizens.

The best voters are cast out for President, the vilest are put in, no
wonder we have a snob and brewers choice.

A boy's best friend is his mother. Boys and girls go wrong when
they do not obey their mothers. God has always used women as a mighty
factor in salvation. The promise was given her in the garden, after the
fall, that she should produce the Savior, who would give the deadly wound
to man's great enemy, the devil. It was the "seed of the woman," not the
seed of the man. Christ was born of a woman and the Holy Ghost.

No man has ever been greater in God's estimation than Abraham.
Yet when he and Sarah had a dispute and Abraham went to God to
decide the matter, God said: "In all that Sarah thy wife hath said unto
thee hearken unto her voice." Rebecca understood the will of God,
contrary to the will of Isaac. She carried out the plan of God. Jacob
sent for Rachel and Leah to consult with them before he left Laban, and
he took their advice. "Moses, Aaron and Miriam were chosen by God
to lead the people out of Egypt." The Bible so states it. Huldah and
Deborah were prophets. Rahab was the first convert in Canaan; she
and her family were all that was blessed in that cursed city of Jericho.
Esther saved the whole Jewish nation. A woman smashed the head of
the wicked Abimelech as did Jael the wife of Heber also. In the Psalms,
68:11, the original says: "The Lord gave the word.--Great was the army
of women who published it."

Jesus did his first miracle at the request of a woman, still he rebuked
her. He felt her powerful influence and would know no higher will except
his heavenly Father's. Christ defended woman, saying: "Why trouble
ye the woman, she hath wrought a work on me," hereby rebuking men
to interfere with any woman's work when it is good. Christ never
rebuked even the harlot. There was not a greater preacher than the
woman at the well that brought out the city of Samaria to see Jesus.
Philip had four daughters that prophesied. Women were the first disciples,
they followed Christ from Galilee. He chose the men, the women
chose Him. Pheobe was a deaconess of the church of Cenchrea. The
Bible records no act or word of woman against Christ. With
sufferings not one was caused by a woman. The poor prostitute bestowed
the most loving service when she wept at His feet, kissing them.

This gives some of the Bible women. There have been others in all
ages. One instance in the early history of Rome. There was a band of
men who first settled Rome. They wished to get wives for themselves
and this was the plan by which they got them.

The Romans made a great feast; had games; invited the Sabine
nation to come with their wives and daughters, which they did. In the
height of the footraces and archery, the Romans rushed in among their
invited guests and each snatched a woman. The Sabines returned and
prepared for war. The lines of battle were drawn. The stolen women
had a conference and decided to stop the war. They rushed in between
the Sabine men, their former husbands and fathers, and the Romans,
their last husbands, and forebade bloodshed by saying: "You will have
to kill each other over our dead bodies."

If those heathen women by their act could reconcile two nations, is
it not a rebuke to women in this Christian age for their cowardice in not
coming forward and demanding recognition in the matter of being a
go-between, for one class of men are arrayed against another..

A hundred thousand of our sons are being sent to drunkard's graves
and a drunkard's hell every year. By a bold stand for the right, to defend
our loved ones, let us rush between and stop this deadly strife, with the
same heroism of the women of Rome, "over our dead bodies." Women
will get the ballot in time, but it can be hastened only by women themselves.
It will be a great victory for mankind when women can veto the
curse of mankind. The mother impulse is stronger with women than any,
and when she can protect her offspring, she will make a greater effort
to do so than now. She will not then do as many now do, make her
body a manikin to hang the fashions of the day on. She will not then
display her form to attract the vulgar gaze of the world. She will not
place the corpses of cats or birds on her head. She will not wear mops
at the bottom of her dress to sweep up the filth of the earth. She will
not wear shoes that injure her as the heathen do. She will not put her
body in the vice of a corset, displacing the organs of her body, unfitting
her to be a mother, causing more than half the surgical operations in the
hospitals. She will then discuss character more than fashion. She will
be ashamed of her silly, giggling and meaningless conversation. God
said, "a man shall not wear that which pertains to a woman neither shall
a woman put on a mans garment for all that do such things are an
abomination unto God" women will then see the vulgarity and immodesty
and sin in dressing in male attire or in any other form of indecent
exposure of her person.

Young men often say to me: "Mrs. Nation, if I go to see young ladies
I can learn nothing from them. They are not interested in the subjects
that are improving to young men. They read only trash." Also
they say: "I cannot afford to marry. I cannot support a woman. Their
wants are so many.' Dress is a remnant of barbarism. The Indians
delight in different colors, the plumage of birds, the skins of animals,
even rattle-snakes. We retrograde to their level when we attract the
vulgar gaze to such vanities.

God said: "I will make man a HELPMATE," a partner, a helper, not a
hinderer to success in any way. What kind of mothers will this class
of women make? It is said that a mother does more to mold the mind
and heart of the child before it is born than can be done by any one from
its birth up to twelve years. God sent an angel to the mother of Samson;
told her "not to drink wine or strong drink" before the child was
born. Why? God wishes here to teach that mothers can injure their
children or entail on them vices before they are born.

Women will triumph in this battle. The devil knows it and has put
forth every effort to forestall this great reform. Look at the shop windows,
loaded with every style and fashion to attract the eyes of the passing
woman. Things that will be but a burden to her, will cause her to use
the earnings of her husband and the patrimony of her children and destroy
her mother influence and bring upon her just censure of her husband.
This is not the rule but the exception, for women, if they are not false,
spend more for the advancement of their families than themselves. There
never will be a club or other organization of women that will ever make
any regulation that will in any way injure the welfare of their offspring.
And the interests of men are safe in the keeping of good women.

Woman is also a power for evil. Solomon, the wisest, was not wise
enough to keep out of the toils of bad women; and Samson, the strongest,
was not strong enough to break away from the bad influence.

Oh! the degradation among women from intoxicating drinks! These
degrade women and she degrades men. "Rise up ye women who are
at ease in Zion!" The drinking places in the cities, especially in New York,
by every device get women in their dens that they may entice men.

Suffrage is not to give woman greater opportunities to be bad but to
strengthen their powers to resist evil and help men to do the same. To
cause her to think more of the inmates of her home than her raiment.
Woman's greatest sins and vices are those of vanity of appearance and
dress to attract or please their male companions. The prostitutes do
the same thing. Women should be taught to avoid the arts of such.
When I see a woman arrayed as I do these women in these homes of
sin I think, "There is sympathy."

CHAPTER XIII.

ECHOES OF THE HATCHET.

MRS. NATION AND THE SALOON.

It was a crisis in prohibition enforcement in Kansas. The first
smashing was like the opening of a battle. The crashing glass sent a
thrill through the community and resounded o'er the land a talisman of
destruction to the liquor traffic. It set everybody to talking, even the
public school children and students in all the higher institutions were
profoundly interested. The press and the pulpit broke their silence and from
all over the state came the echo. It was the firing of the signal guns.
The response came desultory, as the rattle of musketry in a skirmish,
then heavier from the bigger guns, as is the case in all reformatory work.
The criticisms and comments were varied, often amusing, reflecting the
agitation from far and near and everywhere.

A few months ago and the name of Mrs. Nation was unknown outside
of Medicine Lodge, Kansas, but within the limits of sixty days she
has achieved notoriety, if not fame, by her unique crusade against the
Kansas saloon. Many methods have been adopted during the last
two decades for the abatement of the liquor nuisance, but it remained
for an American woman, under the spur of bitter memories, and a sort
heart, to originate a method, at once so bold and radical as to sharply
focus public attention upon the utter villainy and lawlessness of the Kansas
saloon.

As was to be expected, Mrs. Nation has been subjected to unhandsome
treatment. A section of the press and the pulpit have joined
forces with the rum brigade in holding her up to ridicule. She has been
burlesqued, abused and belied; but when all the facts are soberly and fairly
weighed, it will be found that the scale of justice inclines, very positively,
toward this sorely tried woman and her hatchet. I do not pose
as Mrs. Nation's champion or apologist; she needs neither. History
that corrects the blunders of contemporary critics, will assign to her an
honored place long after the paltry penny-a-liner and ranting pulpiteer
are forgotten. It is a simple task for those to whom the curse of rum
has never come close home, to condemn the methods of a woman, who,
as a drunkard's wife and widow, drank to the dregs the bitter cup of woe.
Mrs. Nation saw her brilliant and handsome young husband slowly transformed
into a demon by rum. She saw him land in an early and dishonored
grave. She saw her baby cursed by the father's sin. She saw
her early hopes blighted, and poverty haunting her door. She saw a
favorite sister grieving her heart out over a fallen husband--fallen in
purse, in character, and station. With this black catalogue of domestic
griefs "deep printed on her heart," is there a man--surely there is no
woman!--who could blame Mrs. Nation, if she turned upon the guilty
gang who had blighted her life and smote them right and left. When
the infernal record of rum is recalled, it is not so surprising that there
is one Mrs. Nation, but that there is not one in every home in the United
States.
                                        M. N. BUTLER.

A CONTRIBUTION TO HOME FOR DRUNKARD'S WIVES.

Dear Madam:--I see you have purchased property to make a home for
drunkard's wives. I send you five dollars to aid you.
                         Yours very truly,
Oakwood, Ills.                            JACOB F. ILER.

I hope thousands will follow the example of this man. Oh! how
the cry comes in: "I want a place in your Home. My husband or son
is a drunkard." Help the poor innocent results of the licensed curse.

Persons have often remarked, "How did you feel, when you went
in these places?" Imagine a burning house, a frantic mother, for her heart
treasures, her babes, are in that building. She hears their cries, she sees
their little arms, waving behind the closed window, amid the smoke
that soon will be a flame. She seizes an axe or hatchet near at hand,
with which she breaks open door or window to let her darlings escape.
Is there a mother in all the land that would not act thus? The mighty
ocean, in its anger is lashing a frail vessel, storm tossed, the captain
orders the cannon to boom! boom! boom! arousing and calling for help
to save the crew. We amputate the diseased limb with a knife, we pull
the aching tooth with an instrument of steel. Why? In order to save.
Just so, the people are asleep, while our precious ones are in danger of
being engulfed in ruin. The smashing is a danger signal, and I kept
it up, to prevent the people from relaxing into indifference, just as a
frantic, living mother would think only of the salvation of those she
loved.

AN APPEAL TO THE NATIONAL PROHIBITION COMMITTEE TO CONCENTRATE THE
FORCES IN KANSAS.

(Emmett L. Nichols, Wilkesbarre, Pa.)

It is a fact beyond dispute, that wherever prohibition is carried in a
state, the liquor dealers' association of the nation in a menacing manner
demands the dominant party in such state that she sees to it that liquor
is allowed to be sold in enough places, at least, to make it appear that
prohibition is a failure, they knowing that the people once made to see
the beneficial effects of prohibition will adopt it generally, as the true
solution of the liquor question, as it really is, all other methods having
been proven to be absolute failures. The politicians fearing the influence
of the power of rum, organized as it is, for self defense yield to the
demands of liquorocracy. Mrs. Carrie Nation has shown this to be the
true state of affairs in Kansas in her hatchet raid upon the joints of that
state. She has shown up to public ridicule the officials of that state, in
different places, in demonstrating the fact that they not only refuse to
enforce the prohibition law, but screen and protect the violators thereof,
and arrest any citizen who attempts to perform the duty which they were
sworn to perform. This state of affairs is most exasperating to every
lover of country. I contend that Mrs. Nation's hatchet has been the
means of bringing about the most critical period of the prohibition reform
movement in its history. It has laid open before the world the fact that
prohibition does not prohibit in certain portions of Kansas, simply because
public officials in violation of their oath of office will to have it so. Now
I further contend that unless these officials are forced to prohibit in
Kansas, prohibition will eventually be repealed in that state, and the way
thereby made all the more difficult for the triumph of the truth if the
officials of Kansas are allowed to continue their work of perfidy in refusing
to enforce the prohibition laws there, prohibition will not only be
repealed in that state, but the securing of national prohibition by peaceful
means will be an impossibility. Viewing the conditions in Kansas
as I do, I am moved to make this appeal to the National Committee of
the prohibition party to concentrate its forces in that state, with the view
of arousing sufficient sentiment among the people there to drive every
"joint" from within her borders. "On to Kansas" should be the battle
cry of the prohibitionists of the nation. It is more important that
the will of the sovereign power in Kansas be enforced in the matter of
prohibition than it was on the principle of the squatter sovereignty there
during the days of slavery. It seems to me that it is the bounden duty
of the National Prohibition Committee to make this fight. I fail to see
any work within its grasp comparing in importance to it. The agitation
which Mrs. Nation created with her hatchet is bound to subside unless
some organization, having the cause at heart will take the matter in hand
and add fuel to the fire of righteous indignation which has been sweeping
the state. The National Prohibition Committee can not afford to
look on letting matters take their course. The time has arrived for action
on its part, that it may set the example before the world what the party
it represents will do if placed in power. The very soul of every
prohibitionist in the nation ought to be on fire in a determined fight
for the triumph of prohibition in bleeding Kansas. I believe the struggle
being had there now means more, either for the weal or woe of this country,
than did the struggle against slavery on the same soil by John Brown
and his followers.

National Prohibition Committee, I repeat, "On to bleeding Kansas!"

A CO-LABORER IN TEXAS WRITES.

Columbia, Texas, February 23, 1901. Mrs. Carrie Nation, Topeka,
Kansas.--Dear Madame and Co- Laborer in the Cause of Humanity--I
have thought for some time that I would write to you, but knowing that
you were burdened with correspondence I have put it off from time to
time, but at last I venture to consume a little of your valuable time in
reading a letter from me. I have been fighting the liquor devil going
on nine years. Constantly have been called here by the citizens of this
place to deliver a series of lectures. I learn that you once lived here
and I see from today's Houston Post that you once lived at Richmond,
Texas. I find that the lady with whom I am stopping while here knows
you (Mrs. G. W. Gayle). Now Dear Mrs. Nation, I wish to say to you
that I believe that God has called you to a great work--a work that is
much needed, and that is calling the attention of the people of the United
States to the magnitude of the liquor traffic--the devil's great agent in
peopling hell--and I believe you commenced at the right place, the capital
of Kansas--the battlefield. Kansas being somewhat the center of the
United States, the eyes of every state in the union is fixed on it as a
guiding star relative to prohibition. If prohibition could be proven to
be a success in Kansas it would not be long until other states would follow
in its steps and on and on until our nation would be free from ruin,
but I doubt whether that will ever come, short of a great war such as we
have not seen or read of. If it is God's will, let it come, for there is
greater cause for war on this line than there was for the liberation of the
Cubans from the Spaniards. Now we see published in the papers down
here that you have gone into a newspaper enterprise to defend the Negro
race. I don't believe this for I know that there will be many things reported
by the liquor traffic to destroy your influence. I shall deny this
report as far as I can until I hear from you, for I know that the liquor
traffic is as wise as serpents and as harmless as the devil, and will do
anything they can to sidetrack you from the main issue, and that through
your supposed friends, so keep both eyes wide open. Then when they
fail in that they will lie on you. God, give you wisdom and may you
stick to your bush is my prayer. Oh, pray much and look out for enemies
in the guise of friends. They will fool you if you don't look out, for you
are doing more good than all the temperance workers combined. God
bless you; keep at it, and nothing else, for your work is only the beginning
of the greatest temperance and prohibition reform that has ever
been. Now it all depends on your not being sidetracked by supposed
temperance reformers. Don't allow any mortal person to stop you, but
push the battle to a finish. I have known of so many reformers making
a good start but about the time the thing begins to boil right well and
a prospect of doing something, some supposed helpers come in and capture
the whole outfit and put a stop to the move. But I trust in the Lord
that this is not a case of that kind. If you have time I would appreciate
a reply from you. Write me here as I will be here for about ten days,
after that my mail will be forwarded. My permanent address is Fort
Worth, Texas, care Polytechnic College.
                         Yours for liberty from rum,
                                             J. G. ADAMS.

AN OLD SOLDIERS APPEAL.

Old Soldier's Home, Leavenworth, Kan., February 14, 1901.--Mrs.
Carrie Nation:--As I have read of your grand success in Topeka, and
elsewhere I wish to congratulate. For God's sake come to the Soldier's
Home and save the Old Veterans. Bring your hatchet along and clear
out the Canteen in the Home. Congress recently passed a law for all
Canteens to be closed on United States reservations, the officials of the
Home claim the law does not apply to the Old Soldiers' Home. Last
year the officials of the Home were very anxious to have the saloons
closed in the Klondike near the Home, for the protection of the Veterans;
as it did not bring the revenue into the Home, we are to be paid in one
week. Come at once and close the joint in the Home. Over 70 half-
barrels of beer are sold in on day at the Home after Pension day.
                                   Respectfully, OLD SOLDIER.

A TRAVELING MAN'S LETTER.

Indianapolis, Ind.--"Mrs. Carrie Nation, Wichita, Kan:--As a preface
I feel it my duty to extend to you my sincere apology for encroaching
these lines for your consideration during the trying hours of your
incarceration, but as the purport of my letter undoubtedly differs, materially
in text, from the countless hundreds you have received, I feel assured
that the sentiment involved, originated as it has, solely from the spirit
and intrepid aggressiveness you have exploited in the suppression of that
paramount curse of mankind, Drink! will, in a measure, justify you in
condoning these lines.

For years the writer has been a traveling salesman, occupying positions
of trust and responsibility. As is the universal trait among the
larger element of my class, I contracted the indulgence of liquor. From
its inception and social intercourse, it gradually developed until I became
an irresistible slave to those base affinities--lewd women and whiskey. The
result, inevitable as death, produced its dregs; shattered health, separation
of family, and social and business ostracism. Prior to a month ago,
reparation and redemption from medical arid spiritual aid, had proven
valueless; with no alternative, I became resigned to the results of a mis-
spent life, when, from the West came the voice and heroic deeds of a
woman. Simple yet fervent, intrepid yet unique. You aroused the press
and the people. Your mission was born. Thousands, you may have
"influenced," but me you have "redeemed." I have read your words with
intenseness. Your forcible acts have impressed me. I resolved and have
conquered. God bless you! I am now organizing a temperance league
among my brother traveling men, paradoxical as it may sound, and am
meeting with a fair support, yet I believe an impetus and a stronger
influential lever can be extended through the expression of your well wishes
and any timely topics you care to extend in furtherance of the cause.
Asking your kind indulgence, and with best wishes for your ultimate
welfare, believe me. Your loyal supporter, W. S. SANFORD.. Care Terre
Haute House, Terre Haute, Ind.

FROM A HEART-BROKEN MOTHER.

Patterson, New Jersey, Sept., 2nd, 1901--Dear Mrs. Nation:--Will
you come to this city before going home? The conditions here are worse
than in any place in the whole country. One thousand saloons run day
and night, every day in the year. Come for God's sake. You can do so
much good, and if you smashed fifty or sixty of the hell holes here you
would be called an angel. Do Come! and save the young of both sexes.
Yours, A HEART-BROKEN MOTHER.

CHAPTER XIV.

CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE.

The life of a soul moved on by the Holy Spirit is beyond human
expression, as well as human understanding. "He that is spiritual judgeth
(examines) all things. Yet he himself is judged or examined of no
man." The spiritual man can see the condition of the unregenerate for
he was once in darkness, but the unregenerate can never understand the
condition of the regenerate. The impulses that move one born of God is
one of the puzzles not possible to be known by the wisdom of the wise
of this world. 'Tis a secret, 'tis hidden, and can come only by Divine
Revelation and is always a miracle, the greatest ever performed. It
raises from the dead, never to die again. It opens the eyes never to be
closed again, 'tis an armor that causes us to handle serpents (devils)
without harm and we can hear or drink deadly poisons, or doctrines but
they will not kill our soul. "These signs shall follow them that believe.
The real Christ life is and always will be hateful to the world. I have
often heard it said of me; "I cannot bear that Carry Nation!" I would
only to do the people good. I do not blame these as I once did; "For
the natural man is not subject to the law of God, neither indeed can be."
"Marvel not that the world hate you, ye know that it hated me before it
hated you." I know that when I was ten years old I felt the movings of
God's spirit--got an answer of peace, but like a little infant pined away,
for lack of care and nourishment. Nothing but the divine mercy of
Almighty God could have directed the affairs of my tempest-tossed life.
I now know there are no accidents. A sparrow falls by a special providence.
There are no sins or temptations that I can not say: "My God
delivered, saved and forgave me for that." I go to prisons and all kinds
of houses of sin. I say: "I can tell you of one who can save and forgive
you for that, he forgave me, and he will forgive you, for I was as
bad, or worse, than you." I have never seen anyone whom I thought had
committed more sin than I. Many will lift up horrified hands at this
but 'tis true. I never saw the corruption of but one life, one heart,--that
was mine. I was never so shocked, so disgusted, so distracted with
remorse over any life, so much as my own. My heart was the foulest
place I ever saw. I do not know what is in other people's hearts. Paul
meant this when he said: "Christ Jesus came into the world to save
sinners of whom I am chief;" Said, this, "is worthy of all acceptation"
or was, a good testimony. Because one can never see how bad the heart
is, until God sheds the light to see it. So many people are deceived, as
a blind man. They may be in filth, and do not know it. It is there,
but not seen, for lack of light.

I was first condemned by reading the Psalms. I said: "If Christians
have impulses to "rejoice", clap their hands, and "shout", I do not
know what it is. I find no response of gladness in my heart." I trembled
with fear to think of God and the judgement day. This continued from
youth up to the age of forty. At this time I received from Christ the
"Gift of the Holy Ghost", the "Unction", that which "leads unto all
truth." There are many names for this; I call it the Bible name. "Hold
fast the form of sound words." Before this I had never spoken a word
for God or prayed in public. At one time I was called on to do so, and
was terrified and mumbled out something, that was no prayer. Now all
was changed: "I was glad when they said unto me, let us go into the
house of the Lord." I was anxious for my time to come to tell how
good Jesus was to me. When I met my neighbors I would be heavy-
hearted, because they talked of servants, house cleaning, the new fashions,
and these seemed so vain, so frivolous. I liked to direct their minds to
speak of the Scriptures, and of the ways of doing work for God. I
soon found out I was not welcome, I was looked upon as an intruder,
was often avoided, I could see the frowns and glances of impatience at
my presence. These would cause me many a cry and mortification. My
best companion was the Bible. I then knew what David meant when he
said: "More to be desired are they, than gold, yea than much fine gold;
sweeter also than the honey and the honey comb." I often kiss and
caress my Bible; 'tis the most precious of all earthly treasures.

I wonder how people can live any kind of Christian life without
reading the Scriptures and prayer. If I neglect this one day I feel
impatient, restless,--a soul hunger. Spurgeon is my favorite of all ministers.
I read where he said, "Being a Christian was something like taking
a sea bath. You go in up to the ankles and there is no pleasure, then
to the knees is not much better, but if you wish to know the pleasure of
a bath take a 'HEADER' and plunge. Then you can say, How glorious."
Christian life is like a journey. There are flowers and fruit and streams;
thorns, dark valleys and fires; rocky steeps from whose summits you
can see beautiful prospects. There is rest, refreshment, sleep and bitter
tearful watchings. 'Tis a great pleasure to me to be in a spiritual meeting.
To know by the testimony how far they have traveled. Some one
in the garden of delights; he wonders why that one tells of the dark
valley. One at the base of the hill cannot understand why others see
what he cannot. The young beginner tells of the beautiful sights and
songs; and maybe the one who has been on the road almost a life time
will tell of the "continual heaviness, hours of darkness, and the smoking
furnace, and the lamp." I have found that the warrior is never as bouyant
as the new recruit, in his dress parade. We humor children, and call
on men to labor. Few, comparatively, get to the place where they prefer
hard labor; to endure desolation of heart; to seek self in nothing;
to see all loved but himself; to see others exalted but only abasement for
self; to "endure hardness as a good soldier; to lay on the ground; to
eat hard tack; to make long, weary marches; footsore and still fight on;
to suffer traveling over rocks and thorns; to endure the loss of all
things." I will take this last for mine. 'Tis the best, Oh my God, give
me this! "He that goeth forth and WEEPETH bearing precious seeds shall
doubtless come again rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him." I do
not ask this because I enjoy suffering but to prove my love and gratitude
to Him who loved me, and gave Himself for me.

After we moved to Medicine Lodge the Free Methodists came there
and held a meeting. I had never heard the doctrine of the "second
blessing" or "sanctification" taught. It was very interesting to me. Three
women called to see me in my home, to ask me if I had ever "had the
Gift." I told them I had something peculiar given me from God in
Texas; asked them to pray to God to give this great blessing to me or a
witness that he had done so. These sisters were Mrs. Painter, Green and
Marvin. I also prayed for myself. In about ten days from that time I
was in my sitting room. It was raining. A minister and his daughter
were at our house (Mr. Laurance, a Baptist). We were all quietly reading
in the room. I was in meditation, praying and saying: "Just now,
blessed Father, give me the witness." Then a wonderful thing took place,
which it is not "lawful" or possible for me to utter. Something was poured
on top of my bead, running all over and through me, which I call divine
electricity. The two persons who were in the room, Mr. Laurance and
his daughter, were very much startled, for I jumped up, clapped my hands,
saying: "I have this from God, this divine Gift." I went below in the
basement that I might give vent to my gratitude, and under my breath
I walked up and down, thanking, praising, crying and laughing.

Like the woman that found the piece of silver that was lost, I had
to tell my neighbors. I wrapped myself up to be protected from the
rain, and ran to Sister Painters, near by, then to Sister Dollars and Marvin's
and several others, to tell them of my great blessing.

When I returned I opened my Bible. Every word and every letter
was surrounded with a bright light. I turned over the leaves, and I
saw the meaning on the pages at a glance. There was a new light and
meaning. I have never been able to express that experience in any other
way than to say I was "eating" the word of God. I could now understand
why we do not understand the figures and expressions used in the
Bible, because I have had several experiences, that were impossible to
explain by human language.

I told Mr. Nation that the Bible was a new book to me, tried to
explain to him; told him I now saw the meaning of everything. He
said: "Explain Lazarus and the rich man." I turned to it instantly.
The divine light gave a new meaning to me. I commented thus as I
read it: "This rich man is the Jewish nation, with its gorgeous temple
service. The poor man is the Gentile nations called dogs, no temple, no
altar, no God, no healing; like a man with an incurable loathsome disease.
These begged from the Jews the crumbs that fell to their dogs. This rich
man had much goods. He could have shared to bless, but through lack
of charity he withheld.

The beggar died, and angels took him to Abraham's bosom, the very
place the Jews thought was only for them. This is a figure of the
death to sin, and the life to righteousness. The natural must die before
the spiritual can live. The rich man died, and was buried. The Jewish
nation died as it is here predicted, and in hell, he lifted up his eyes, being
in torments. It is not said that the Gentiles, or Lazarus were buried.
The Jews as a nation are dead, never to be resurrected. They have been
scattered abroad in torments, a people without a land, a hiss and a by-
word, as God said. The Jew sees the Gentiles with the good things, he
once had. Has time and time again begged relief from them. The Jews
wish no companionship in their misery, have no missionaries. Five is
a number applied to humanity.--five senses, five fingers, five toes. The
gulf spoken of as being impassable, is the separateness of the Jews from
all others.

The rich man wants one from the dead to go to his five brethren, or
humanity. Abraham or the Gospel reminds the Jew that Moses and
the prophets were as convincing; they would not believe them. Christ
said: "If ye had believed Moses, ye would have believed me for he
wrote of me. If ye believe not him, neither will ye believe, though one
arose from the dead." Christ in this parable prophesied of his own
death and resurrection, they did not believe when he arose from the dead.

Scripture was given a meaning I had never heard of before. This
light continued for about three days. Oh! if I had devoted all my time
then to reading while I had this divine light! We never know the value
of any blessing, until it is gone. Persons almost universally say of me:
"You have studied and remember so much of the Bible," but this is a
gift from God. I know why God gave this to me. Because I have always
been a reader and a student of holy teachings, even when it was sealed,
and often to me, contradictory. "If any will do His will, they shall
know of the doctrine." Jesus said: "Search the Scriptures." "Study to
show thyself a workman well approved unto God, that needeth not to
be ashamed, rightly divining the word of truth." 'Tis a sweet love letter
by an independent God to a dependent people. "Oh! the depth of the
wisdom, both of the knowledge and power of God! How unsearchable
are his judgements and his ways past finding out." Yet His love can
be felt and known by all. Not one of the severe judgements of God but
they reflect this tender love of God, in destroying that which love hates,
because sin is the enemy of love, the bitter foe to the happiness of mankind;
therefore 'tis an evidence of the intensity of love to destroy sin.
Take for instance the destruction of the Amalekites. This people was a
curse to the earth and the enemy of all good. "Remember what Amalek
did unto thee, by the way, when ye were come forth out of Egypt."
"How he met thee by the way, and smote the hindermost of thee, even
all that were behind thee when thou wast faint and weary; and he
feared not God. Therefore it shall be when the Lord thy God hath
given thee rest from thine enemies, thou shalt blot out the remembrance
of Amalek from under heaven." God waited four hundred years from
this time. They still were murderers. Then he told Saul to utterly
destroy this cruel nation. The state kills a man now. This is not a
cruelty but a mercy, "And those which remain shall hear and fear and
shall henceforth commit no more any such evil."  "'Tis a righteous
retribution to recompense tribulation to those who trouble you."

Persons often argue that the books of the Bible are written by man
and cannot be said to be written by God. I illustrate the way God wrote
the Bible by this: You have a package of letters from your mother.
Some are written with red ink, some with black, some with a stub pen,
some with a fine point, some with a pencil, etc. You do not say, the pen
wrote me this letter and the pencil wrote me that. No, this is not spoken
of or considered. You say: "My mother wrote these letters to me."
Just so, Moses is God's pen, with which he wrote the five books of the
Pentateuch. Joshua was also a pen, and Ezra, Job, David, Solomon, and so
with the writers of the New Testament. God guided them as we do
our pen. The Bible carries within itself its own evidence of divinity. It
requires no proof. It but weakens its own evidence, to appeal to human
aid. The fulfilled prophesy, its inimitable poetry, is proof to the natural
man to KNOW it to be above the human mind, and to a child of God it
speaks with life, and love more potent than an earthly parent to their
child. The Holy Spirit only can interpret his own words: "'Tis foolishness
to those who perish, but unto us who are saved it is the power of
God."

I have a great benediction on my work. Wherever I go the dear
mothers shake my hand and kiss my face, saying: "God bless you. I
want to help you. You did what I wanted to do." It is the heart of
motherhood running over with love. "The gentle are the brave, the loving
are the daring."

I got a telegram from a man saying: "Your article in Physical
Culture on the use of tobacco has cured me of the vice." One man from
Omaha, Nebraska, wrote: "Three years ago I was a drunkard. I had a
drug store. I was losing business and going to ruin generally. When
I heard of what you did, I said: 'If that woman can do that to save
others, I ought to do something for myself.' So now I am a changed
man. My wife is a changed woman. I have to thank you and Almighty
God. My business is growing every day."

Upon several occasions I have had people to put five dollars in my
hand. While I was lecturing in Pasadena, California, for the Y. M. C.
A. one young man put in my hand what I thought was a silver dollar,
but on looking it was a twenty dollar gold piece. I said: "I will lay
that up in heaven for you." And so I have. I never learned his name
but he will certainly find that twenty dollars in the bank of heaven with
interest.

When I first started out in this crusade I was called crazy and a
"freak" by my enemies, but now they say: "No, Carry Nation, you are
not crazy, but you are sharp. You started out to accomplish something
and you did. You are a grafter. It is the money you are after." Jesus
said: "John came neither eating or drinking and ye say, Behold a wine
bibber and a glutton." So it is the world never did understand an
unselfish life. It is a small thing to be judged by a man that withers
as grass. "If I yet please man, I should not be the servant of Christ."

CHAPTER XV.

SPIRITUAL AUTHORITY FOR MY CHRISTIAN WORK.

There have been from the first time I started out persons who understood
that God moved me. These were students of the Old Scriptures.
Jesus told the people before the New Testament was written to "search
the Scriptures--these are they that testify of me. ALL Scripture is given
by inspiration of God and is profitable for doctrine, for correction, for
instruction in righteousness, that the man of God may be thoroughly
furnished unto every good work." To be thorough one must know the
old as well as the new. In all the sermons of Paul, Peter and the rest,
they quote from old Scripture. So did Jesus. Read Peter's first sermon
on the day of Pentecost. There is a tendency to study the New
Testament more than the Old. It is not possible to understand the New,
unless we first study the Old. One of my favorite books is Deuteronomy,
the dying words of Moses. He here repeats the great mercy, consideration
and power of God's dealings with his people. Tells the kind of
characters God will bless. How God loves the pure and good. How He
hates the wicked. We here see that God creates good and evil, and holds
us responsible for the choosing. While God rules in all things we have
the power to bring on ourselves blessings or cursings. This book declares
the man or woman invincible that abandons himself or herself to do
God's will.

    "True merit lies in braving the unequal.
    True glory comes from daring to begin.
    God loves the man or woman, who reckless of the sequel,
    Fights long and well, whether they lose or win."

In the seventh chapter of Deuteronomy, God commanded the
children of Israel to "destroy the images," "break down" the altars
and "burn the graven images" of the Gods of the heathen. This was
smashing. Also said to them: "If you do not drive them out they shall
be thorns in your sides." God gave them power and ability to do this,
then he required them to do it. God supplies man's cannots, not his
"will nots." In Numbers twenty-fifth chapter, Phineas was given God's
covenant of peace and the priesthood, because he slew the woman and
man that were committing sin: "Because he was jealous for his God
and made an atonement for the children of Israel." This was smashing.
God himself smashed up Sodom and Gomorrah. In the seventeenth
chapter of Deuteronomy, God says: "The idolator and blasphemer shall
be stoned with stones till he die. So shalt thou put away evil from you."
This is smashing. I could write a book recounting the incidents recorded
in God's Word.

"What is in thine hand, Abel?"

"Nothing but one wee lamb, O God, taken from the flock. I purpose
offering it to thee, a willing sacrifice."

And so he did. And the sweet smell of that burning has been filling
the air ever since, and constantly going up to God as a perpetual sacrifice
of praise.

"What is it thou hast in thine hand, Moses?"

"Nothing but a staff, O God, with which I tend my flocks."

"Take it and use it for me."

And he did; and with it wrought more wondrous things than Egypt
and her proud king had seen before.

"Mary, what is that thou hast in thine hand?"

"Nothing but a pot of sweet-smelling ointment, O God, wherewith I
would anoint thine only One called Jesus."

And so she did; and not only did the perfume fill all the house in
which they were, but the Bible-reading world has been fragrant with the
memory of this blessed act of love, which has ever since been spoken of
"for a memorial of her."

"Poor woman, what is it that thou hast in thine hand?"

"Only two mites, Lord. It is very little; but then it is all I have, and
I would put it into thy treasury."

And so she did; and the story of her generous giving has ever since
wrought like a charm, prompting others to give to the Lord.

"What is it that thou hast in thine hand, Dorcas?"

"Only a needle, Lord."

"Take it and use it for me."

And so she did; and not only were the suffering poor of Joppa warmly
clad, but inspired by her loving life. "Dorcas Societies" even now continue
their benign mission to the poor throughout the earth.

"What is it in thine hand, Shamgar?"

"Only an ox goad, a stick with which to drive oxen. I slew six hundred
enemies of God and man delivering from slavery God's people."

"What is it in thine hand Samson?"

"The jaw bone of an ass which was a power in the hand used by God,
to slay a thousand wicked cruel infidels."

"David why do you lay aside the armor of Saul and meet the giant,
with only a sling?"

"My God will give me the power to slay the foe to mercy and truth."

"Carry Nation, what have you in your hand?"

Sometimes a rock; sometimes a hatchet; God told me to use these to
smash that which has smashed and will smash hearts and souls. The
sound of this loving deed will stir conscience and hearts and while I
can not finish the smashing, the voter of this nation will use their ballots
that will, and this impulse will Carry A. Nation.

God sent an angel from heaven to tell Gideon to smash up the altar
and image of Baal. By divine command Achan and family were smashed.
God would not give Joshua victory until this was done. Saul was commanded
by God (through his prophet Samuel,) to utterly destroy the
Amalekite's nation, and all their substance. He was disobedient and saved
the king. Samuel hacked or smashed up Agag, although Saul was the
regularly appointed one. This is a case directly in point. The officers
in Kansas were oath-bound to do what Carry A. Nation did.

Our Savior's mission on earth was to "break (smash) every yoke
and set the captive free." Upon two occasions he made a scourge, of
small cords and laid it on the backs of wicked men who were doing unlawful
things. He came into this world "to destroy the works of the devil",
to "bruise" or crush the "head of the serpent". We are told to "Abhor
that which is evil", to "resist (or fight) the devil and he will flee"'. We
are not to be "overcome with evil but to overcome evil with good".
How? Resist the devil. God blessed the church at Ephesus, because
they "hated the evil workers, tried them and found them liars". The
hatred of sin is one mark of a Christian. Just in proportion to your love
for God will be your hatred of evil. I will here give you a Bible reading
on the subject. These are some instances of smashing. The ten plagues
of Egypt and the overthrow of Pharaoh, were smashing. The death of
of the first born also.

Gen.     19:24   30:15-19   6:25  9:5,6
Josh.    7:25, 26  7:20  4:7-11  7:10,11  15:15
Lev.     19:17  10:24-26  9:53
Num.     33:55,56  23:7
1 Sam.   15:33
Deut.    7:2-5   7:10-13
2 Chron. 34:4,5  21:1-9    19:20
Neh.     13:8-25  21:18-21
Judg.    2:3
Isa.     28:21  13:12-18  3:10  54:16  17:5-7  3:31
Matt.    21:12  19:13-20  4:21
John     2:13-23  25:17-19  5:7
Acts    13:8-11.

If I could I would turn the key on every church in the land, so as
to teach some preachers to go out, and not stay in, and compel poor sinners
to stay out. I yield no territory to the devil. Let us take every
saloon, every house of prostitution of men and women for God. "There
shall not a hoof be left behind." "The kingdom of heaven suffereth
violence, and the VIOLENT take it by force," which means that where the
evil is aggressive, we must be more so, and take, compelling surrender
by the determination never to yield.

I feel that I have been peculiarly favored to go into these places, to
"cry aloud and spare not and show my people their sins." I find this
class so hungry for something better. These poor actresses, who dress
in tights and sing indecent songs, are a weary, tired, heart-sick lot of
slaves. I mingle with them as a sister. When I can say a warning word
I say it. I call them affectionate names and mean it. God will judge
both of us. He knows who loved much; he can forgive much. Christ
said to a lot of men who took the amen pews: "The publicans and harlots
will go into heaven before you." Why? They "repented when they
heard". "How are they to bear without a preacher?" I never see a man
or woman so low but as a sculptor said of the marble: "There is an
angel there." Oh, God, help me to bring it out!

Jesus received sinners and ate with them. He left a command that
Christians should invite these to feasts in their homes. Oh! what a
revival of religion there would be if the homes of Christians were opened
to the lost and sinful, who are dying for some demonstration of love.
If the Son of God, the lovely, the pure, the blessed ate with sinners,
ought it not to be a privilege to follow Him. We are commanded to
"warn, rebuke, and reprove with all long suffering and doctrine." People
will work in a revival to get sinners saved, and will pass them day
after day on the street and not a word of Scripture, do they use to
remind them of God's judgements. Jesus said: "The world hateth me
because I testify that the works thereof are evil." I have had men to
swear at me, call me names and threaten to knock me down. At first
this caused me to feel mortified but that passed off. These very men
have afterward told me I was right and they were wrong. The devil
"threw some on the ground and they foamed at the mouth" before he
was cast out. I have often taken cigars and cigarettes out of men's and
boy's mouths. I wished to show them the wrong and that I was a friend.
Would you let one you love take a knife to open a vein or cut himself?
Oh! the sweetness and force of that promise: "Your LABOR is never in
vain in the Lord." This covers all cases, if you, for the love of God, do
anything. I often say to myself, after rebuking for sin: "You made a
mistake in the way you did this or that, and are you sure it was done
for the love of God and your neighbor?" "Yes." Then "your labor is
never in vain in the Lord". It is not WHAT we do that prospers, but what
God blesses.. "He that planteth is nothing and he that watereth is
nothing, but it is God that giveth the increase." And it matters not how
awkward the work, if it be done from love of God, it will prosper. Like
other things, the more you do, the better you can do.

All the Christian work I ever did seemed to meet with severe opposition
from church members. This is a great stumbling-block to some.
The church crucified our blessed Christ, that is, it was the hypocrites;
for the church is the light and salt, the body of Christ. "If I yet please
men, I should not be the servant of Christ." There is no other organization
but the church of Christ that persecutes its own followers. The
hierarchy in the church told Christ "He had a devil," but they could not
meet the argument when He said: "A kingdom divided against itself
will not stand." "If I, by the spirit of Beelzebub, cast out devils, by what
kind of a spirit do your children cast them out." The devil never destroys
his own work. If the saloon is of the devil, the power that destroys it
is the opposite. If a mother should see a gun pointed at her son would
she break the law to snatch the gun and smash it? The gun was not
hers. It may have been worth a thousand dollars. The saloon is worse
than the gun which could only destroy the body.

It is a great blessing to know your mission in life. I know why
Christians are waiting with folded hands, not being able to see their
mission. They are not willing to pay the great price for their commission.
The rich young man could have been a follower of Jesus, the greatest
honor in earth or heaven, and could have had eternal treasure in heaven
for the transient gain of earth. He would not pay the price. You must
give all, to get all. The effect of smashing has always been to cause
the people to arouse themselves. The Levite that severed his dead concubine
and sent parts of her body to the different tribes of Israel was
to cause the people to "consider, take advice and speak." Then they
acted and four hundred thousand men presented themselves to redress
this wrong.

The smashing in Kansas was to arouse the people. If some ordinary
means had been used, people would have heard and forgotten, but the
"strange act" demanded an explanation and the people wanted that,
and they never will stop talking about this until the question is settled.
Let us consider the character of Moses. It is said this man disobeyed
God but once, and he was the "meekest of all men". We are first attracted
to him peculiarly because he "refused to be called the son of Pharaoh's
daughter, rather suffering afflictions with the people of God than to
enjoy the pleasures of sin for a season." Rather be counted with the poor
despised, afflicted slaves under the taskmaster's lash than be a king or
an absolute monarch. This brought out his characteristic prohibition of
sin,--the renouncing of every worldly ambition, He here made the choice,
at the time when the temptations were greatest, for all that the world
could offer was his. He gave all and paid the price it requires to get all.
On the banks of the Nile he sees one man oppressing another. That
spirit of prohibition of this great wrong caused him to strike (smash)
the oppressor.

Here is a lovable trait of this great man. Moses, could not look on
and see the helpless suffer at the hands of another, even though it brought
death to himself. Forgetful of his own safety, defying the absolute power
and authority of this despot, so far as it lay in his power, against all
these odds he redressed the wrong of a fellow creature. God saw in
Moses a man whom He could use. From the golden throne he sought
a retreat, and for forty years was an humble shepherd, learning the lesson
of caring for the flocks of Jethro, before he should be called to take the
oversight of the flock of God. "He that is faithful in that which is least
is faithful also in that which is much." God called this man out of the
wilderness to go to the greatest court on earth as His ambassador. Not
one compromise would he make, still true to his prohibition principles.
God never used or blessed any man or woman that was not a prohibitionist.
Eli was one of those conservatives and said only, "Nay verily
my sons." And he got his neck broke and both of his sons killed in one
day, because he "restrained (or prohibited) not his sons in the iniquity
which he knew." Moses, although the meekest of all men, he said to
Pharaoh, "There shall not a hoof be left behind." True to the uncompromising
spirit of a great leader. When in the Mount, seeing the idolatry,
smashed the two tables of stone. Why? He would not deliver the
holy laws to a people who were insulting God. This smashing was a
demonstration of Moses jealousy for his God. After this I can see him
striding down to the place of this "ball" or "hugging". The round dance
of the present day is but a repetition of those lascivious plays, and with
his ax or hatchet he hacked up that malicious property, shaped into a
golden calf. This did not belong to Moses. It was very valuable but
he smashed it and ground it to powder and then to further humiliate these
rebels, he made them drink the dust mixed with water, then to absolutely
destroy and stamp with a vengeance this insult to God, he divided the
people and those who were "on the Lord's side" fought with these rebels
and slew (smashed) three thousand men. In one of the canonical books
of the Catholic Bible we have the story of the holy woman Judeth who
cut off the head of Hollifernese to save God's people. Esther the gentle
loving queen had the wicked sons of Haman hanged. Our supremest
idea of justice is a reward for the good and a punishment for the wicked.
We amputate the arm to save the body. David says: "I will not know
a wicked person; he that telleth lies shall not dwell in my sight."

The devil has his agents in the churches, and among those who are
doing his work the best, are a class of professors who testify that you
must not speak ill of any one, not even the devil. They are the "non-
resistives". The devil is delighted to be respected, and not fought. He
gets his work in just as he wants to and he can imitate true conversion,
if he can place in the church those who hinder a warfare against sin.
Paul said: "I tell you even weeping they are enemies of the cross of
Christ." They are the devils in light. "But there must needs be heresies
among you that they who are approved may be manifest." Persons
often propose to do something. I may not see the advisability, but because
there is action in it, I never object. Oh! for somebody to "do with
their might what their hands find to do." "Well DONE" is the best
commendation. Faith is like the wind, we cannot see it, but by the quantity
of motion and commotion. There are workers "jerkers" and "shirkers";
but through much tribulation and temptation must we enter into the
kingdom of heaven. The counterfeit proves the genuine dollar; counterfeits
are not counterfeited. So hypocrites prove the genuine Christians.
If there were not a genuine there would not be a hypocrite. Our mother
and grandmothers who went into saloons praying and spilling the poisoned
slop of these houses of crime and tears were blessed in their DEEDS.
Oh! that the W. C. T. U. would do as they did, what a reform would
take place. I love the organization of mothers. I love their holy impulses
but I am heart-sick at their conventionality, their red tape. This
organization could put out of existence every drinking hell in the United
States if they would demand it and use the power they have even without the
ballot. I intend to help the women of the Kansas W. C. T. U., but not
one that has any respect for either Republican or Democratic parties
shall ever be called on to aid me in my work, women who are not wise
enough to know that the rum voting parties are traitors, can be nothing
but a hindrance to the interests of mothers. One said to me, "You will
cause many women to leave the organization." I said: "Good riddance
to bad rubbish, the quicker they get out the better." As Nehemiah, that
grand prohibitionist, said: "What have you to do to build the walls of
our God."

CHAPTER XVI.

IN NEBRASKA.--WHAT I DID WITH THE FIRST MONEY I GAVE TO THE LORD.--
AT CONEY ISLAND.--WHAT I SAID OF MR. MCKINLEY.--IN CALIFORNIA.
"CRIBS" AT LOS ANGELES.--ARREST IN SAN FRANCISCO.--CONDEMNED BY
SOME MINISTERS.--WHISKEY AND TOBACCO ADVERTISEMENTS,

I told my manager James E. Furlong, to give W. C. T. U. and Prohibitionists
the preference, and not to charge them as much. I tried to
get into churches, but only a few would open to me. I had many inducements
financially to go on the stage but I refused to do so for sometime.
Like a little child I have had to sit alone, creep and walk. I paid my fines
by monthly installments and in December, of 1902, I settled with the court
at Topeka for the "Malicious destruction of property," when, in fact, it
was the "Destruction of malicious property."

In the spring of 1902, I went to Nebraska, under the management
of Mrs. M. A. S. Monegan. This woman had also made dates for J. G.
Woolley and other prominent prohibition lecturers. She was a thorough
prohibitionist and by conversing with her I for the first time found the
remedy for the licensed saloon. This is "National Prohibition".

I held a debate in Lincoln with Bixbee, of the Journal, a rank republican,
who used only ridicule and satire, for he had no argument of course.
I lectured for and with the "Red Ribbon Alliance" there who were so
faithfully working and praying for the abolition of the saloon. The
spring election in Lincoln was for prohibition but lost by sixty votes.
William Jennings Bryan lives there and if he, the man who poses as a
friend of the people, had opened his mouth against the saloon he could
have made this great cause more than the sixty votes. From that time
forth I knew Bryan was for Bryan and what Bryan could get for Bryan.

I lectured at the parks and chautauquas in the summer and fairs in
the fall, and at the end of the year of 1902, I had the sum of five thousand
dollars which I used to build a mission on Central Ave., Kansas City,
Kansas. In that vicinity were several dives and I told those poor criminals
that we would soon run them out. I had my brother, Campbell
Moore, to manage the erection of this brick building. The liquor men
tried to buy the ground to hinder the work, but at last the building was
finished. I was offered seventy-five dollars rent for the hall but refused
it. Then I went to the Salvation Army barracks in Kansas City, Mo.,
and offered to give it to them free of rent if they would start a mission.
They did not see their way clear to accept it. My brother told me of a
property that would suit me better for the purpose of a "Home for Drunkards'
Wives and Mothers", which I was trying to arrive at through the
mission. I went to see this property, and found it to be about two acres,
with a twenty room brick house and a good brick stable on it, nice drives
and forest trees, and while it is in the city, it is on a high elevation and
as much retired from the dust and crowd as in the country. Mr. Simpson,
the owner, sent me ten dollars while I was in jail at Wichita, and he
was anxious to let me have this home of his that he had improved himself.
I purchased this with the money I got from the other place, paying
him five thousand five hundred dollars, owing the rest. This place
is situated on Reynolds and Grandview Aves. It was not possible for me
to begin this enterprise myself, and in speaking to Myron A. Waterman,
of the Savings Bank of Kansas City, Kansas, he suggested that the "Associated
Charities" of Kansas City, Kansas, would put it to the use I
intended. I liked the idea. The society became incorporated so they
could receive the deed, which was a trust, for should the property be
used for other than what it was given for, it will revert.

The society took possession in December, 1903, and at this writing,
February, 1904, it is full, the Home of many poor and destitute, who now
have a good shelter, warmth and light free. They are expected to make
their own living. Mr. Simpson gave forty dollars to furnish one room.
The local W. C. T. U. have furnished their room and have their two
drunkards' wives in it. I here make a plea of help to enlarge this Home.
As stated there are two acres of ground and one who would give money
to this would fulfill the command to feed the hungry and clothe the naked;
these are the orphans and the widows; every dollar will be put in the
bank of Heaven.

My motive for doing this was twofold. I wanted to furnish a home
for these, the innocent results of the saloon, whose sad condition is beyond
words to describe. The people burden themselves with taxes to build
jails, penitentiaries, alms houses, insane ayslums, and reformatories to
care for the guilty results of the saloon. They pay millions to prosecute
these criminals, the result of the saloon, but no one has ever thought
of a building, or shelter for these women who are worse than widows,
who are free from any fault in this matter, but are the greatest sufferers.

I have been asked by my friends not to call it a "Home for
Drunkards' Wives and Mothers", for it would be a reflection on the
inmates. Not at all. The condemnation is on the party which makes
a demand for such a home, by voting for saloons. The question, Why?
will arise in the minds of all who see on the arch over the entrance to
this place, "Home for Drunkards' Wives and Mothers". Why? "Because
of the saloon. Let us smash the saloon and not these women's homes
and hearts." Miss Edith Short is the secretary and is at the home all
the time, and she is the right woman in the right place.

There are many persons who would like to donate to such a place.
We are waiting for funds to enlarge the place, making rooms or flats
for these dear ones. A letter directed to "Drunkards' Wives Home",
Kansas City, Kansas, will reach the place, for there is no other of the
kind in the world. It was such a relief to me when I saw that what
means I could control was used in a manner God would bless, and it was
a great source of joy to me to do something for this class. I have been
a drunkard's wife myself and I know the desolation of heart they have.
This is a worse sorrow than to have one's husband die. A wife always
feels that she might have done something to cause her husband to drink
or to quit. I believe that some men have been led to drink by women,
but it is a cowardly resort, or excuse, and the man who would make this
as an excuse is as bad as the woman that caused him to drink, if not
worse. The thief, the murderer, or any other class of criminals could
just as well blame others for their own wrong doings.

{illust. caption =
Mrs. Carry Nation's "Home for Drunkards' Wives and Children"
One of two fine properties in Kansas purchased by Mrs. Carry Nation with the
money she earned on her lecturing tours. In this way she believes she can
bring comfort into the lives now darkened and saddened by the saloon curse.}

When I was at Coney Island, I was asked, what I thought of William
McKinley's administration? I said: "I was glad when McKinley
was elected for I had heard that he was opposed to the liquor traffic.
I did not know then that he rented his wife's property in Canton, Ohio,
for saloon purposes, and after his election he had been a constant
disappointment to me; that he was the Brewers' president and did their
biddings; that we as W. C. T. U. workers, sent petitions, thousands of them
to Mr. McKinley to have him refuse to let the canteen run. That we
were willing to give our boys to fight the battles of this nation, to die
in a foreign land, but we were not willing that a murderer should follow
them from their home shores to kill their bodies and souls." This
was said at the time that he was thought to be convalescent from his
death-wound. I said: "I had no tears for McKinley, neither have I any
for his assassin. That no one's life was safe with such a murderer at
large." This roused hisses; some left the hall and there was a murmer
of confusion. One man threw a wad of paper at me, but I said: "My
loyalty to the homes of America demand that I denounce such a president
and his crowd." It was a common thing to be hissed. Once I
spoke in Sioux City, Iowa, in the church where the martyred Haddock
preached. The crowd was so large, the church was filled and emptied
three times. I had cheers and hisses at the same time. At the first
meeting I was talking at the top of my voice, the audience was clapping
and hissing and a good evangelistic brother by my side kept pounding
his fist of one hand into the palm of the other and shouting: "She is
right! She is right!" That was a great meeting, and I shall never forget
it, neither will anyone who was there. I spoke three times to audiences
that night. I have been hissed, and after giving the people time
to think, have been applauded by the same parties. "Oh, fools and slow
of heart to understand," Jesus said.

Murat Halstead, who wrote the book called, "Our Martyred President
or the Illustrious Life of William McKinley", wrote some positive
falsehoods concerning me. This Halstead has always been a defender
of anarchy or the licensed saloon.

William McKinley was no martyr. He was murdered by a man who
was the result of a saloon and could not tell why he murdered the President.

I could tell of many amusing incidents, indeed. I could fill a book
of interesting anecdotes. Once when I was among the Thousand Islands
of the St. Lawrence, in the summer of 1902, a characteristic woman with
a very low dress, with a very long train, the whole a mixture of paint,
powder, lace, flashy jewelry and corset stays, with as much exposure
of person as she dare, came to me in an affected manner, handed me a
roll saying: "I am a temperance lecturer, here is one of my bills." I
replied: "If you are such, you had better make a practical application
of temperance and cover up yourself." The change of her countenance
was instantaneous and she with a queer almost startled look said: "You
go to He--l."

Once in Elmira, N. Y. the streets were so crowded that we had to
leave the Salvation Army Hall. I climbed in a farmer's two horse wagon.
He came out of a saloon and gathered up the reins and laid the whip
to his horses, which were caught so as to let me out.

Mr. Furlong, my manager, had a keen sense of the ridiculous and
would let me alone when I started out. He said he knew I could take
care of myself. Often when I would rise to speak to the thousands in
the parks, there would be yells and groans, and a manager at Youngstown,
Ohio, said to Mr. Furlong: "She will not get a chance to speak."
Mr. Furlong said: "You watch how she will handle them." I would
always quiet them for at least a time. Once they were determined not
to let me talk. I at last went to one side of the stage and began talking
very explanatory to some parties in front. The rest wanted to hear,
so they were quiet. Then I gave them the hot-shots of truth. I always
invited interruptions by questions. I had no set speech and these questions
would bring out what the crowd wanted to hear. I like especially
the questions from those who oppose me. I have bad men to shake their
fists at me saying: "You are an anarchist and ought to be in the lunatic
asylum." One agent of a brewer in Hartford, Conn., kept on disturbing
the meeting; at last he said: "Why did Christ make wine?" I said:
"the wine that He made did not rot. His was the unfermented juice of
the grape. God made healthy fruit and grain. The devil rots them and
makes alcohol, which rots the brain, rots the body and rots the soul, and
that is what is the matter with you."

When I first began my lectures I was not taken seriously by the
people. They did not see the great principle back of the work. My
manager said: "We must make all the dates this year, for next year
it will not be so easy." I said: "You will find it easier, for I will be
more popular." He shook his head, but sure enough it was easier. We
could not fill the dates, and now the calls are more and more all over
the country.

In the winter and spring of 1903, I was in California. I was employed
by the theatrical manager of the "Chutes." Beer was sold at this resort.
Some W. C. T. U. were very much horrified that I would go to such a
place. Mrs. Hester T. Griffith, the president of the Federation of Unions
in Los Angeles, came to see me. She had been a staunch friend of mine
from the first and she went with me to the "Chutes" and introduced me.
This she did time and again saying: "If she had the opportunity to
speak at the "Chutes" she would do as Carry Nation does." This woman
was a blessing to me. She helped me to see that the stage was a mission
field. I was severely criticised by the newspapers, and especially by some
of the ministers. One from Rockford, Ill., a Rev. Dr. Van Horn wrote
a very slanderous article which I heard of through my friends there.
I was arrested in Los Angeles for some advertising my manager did
which was contrary to a city ordinance.

In Los Angeles I saw what was called the "Cribs", one of the most
disgraceful conditions. No one stayed there during the day; they were
there just for the night only. These poor degraded girls would pay two
dollars a night to the owners. I said to the women: "These city officials
are at the bottom of this. Let us go to the Chief of Police," whose
name was Elton. He would not talk to me at first. He said: "If we
close these places, these degraded girls will be over the town," when in
fact the girls only stayed there at night. I have seen so much of the
corruption of the officials that when conditions are bad in any place I
know it to be their fault.

We went as a band of missionaries to these dens of vice. At first
an officer would go before us and have the girls pull their blinds down
to prevent us from seeing or speaking to them. We found hundreds
of them who could not speak the English language, they had been brought
over by procurers for the purpose of swelling the ranks of this vice.
Mrs. Charlton Edholm who wrote "Traffic in Girls", was there helping
to rid the city of this disgrace. Her book should be in the hands of every
girl in the world. This grand woman has devoted her life work to the
rescue of girls. She is in Oakland, California, where she has a "Rescue
Home". Any one can get the book by writing her. I also met Mrs.
Sobieski, wife of Col. John Sobieski. Sister Sobieski is one who never
tires in the work for God. She is a terror to evil doers. God bless these
women for their zeal. I found some of the most aggressive christian
W. C. T. U. women I have ever seen in Los Angeles, California. I am
glad to say that in less than a year from the time I was there the "Cribs"
were closed.

I was arrested in San Francisco and spent most of the night in jail,
was put in for destroying a bottle of whiskey on this wise: A certain
saloon-keeper had just finished a very fine "criminal factory" and he
wanted to advertise it. He sent me word by my manager to call and
smash this place up. He had a fine mirror he paid one hundred and fifty
dollars for that he wanted me to smash. I knew that all he wanted was
an advertisement, but I went, not saying what I would do. He had
reporters and the house was crowded. I got up on a table to make a
speech, which, I did in this fashion: "This man has opened a place to
drug and rob poor victims. There are no clothes, no food, no books here,
nothing but what degrades men and women." Some one handed me a
large empty bottle. I said: "No I want a bottle that has some of that
fiery poison in it." I was given a quart bottle of whiskey. I held it up
and said: "None but God knows the sorrows in this bottle, the headaches,
the heartaches, the desolation, but there is no blessing or happiness
connected with it. I will do with this what ought to be done with all
its kind." So I threw it as quickly as I could behind the bar on the floor.
It fell in with some others and made a great smash. I said: "The man
wished me to make a hole in that large mirror so that curiosity would
draw others into this snare to catch our boys." I gave the best rebuke
for the occasion I could, then I went to my hotel, retired, and about
twelve o'clock an officer came to my door. I dressed and went with him
to the station. I stayed there until nearly three in the morning. While
there I saw one continual stream of poor, drunken wretches, men and
women, brought in. My manager came and took me out on bail. Next morning
I appeared in court, was my own lawyer. The case was put off two
days, then I was discharged. The saloon keeper withdrew the charge.
This was done, to advertise this man but the way that I advertise has
never done the whiskey business any good.

There is a great art in advertising. Jacob was the first one I read
of in the Bible who was aware of this art and science, when he placed
the rods before the cattle. The eye is the window by which the inner
man, who does not think, is mostly taught. There is no business in
America so much advertised as the whiskey and tobacco business. Both
are destructive in their influence on the morals and the health of the
people. We would be better off without these articles. The interest of
these manufactories are built up in proportion as they can catch the
unwary who see these signs that are suggestive. One of the most notorious
signs is "Wilson's Whiskey That's All". Yes that is ALL it takes to
ruin your homes. That is all it takes to break a mother's heart. That
is all that is needed to build houses of prostitution and that is ALL that
it requires to break up every impulse of justice and love and happiness.
That is ALL that it takes to fill hell. How my heart is stirred when I see
this: "Remember me, Oh, my God!"

Whiskey or tobacco never introduce their products by reason or
arguments, they never appeal to thought, but suggestion or temptation,
and as oft as the eye is lifted, as one walks up the streets of our cities
there are hundreds of advertisements to meet the gaze; most every one
has a false basis. For instance there is a sign: "Old Crow Whiskey."
This is slandering the crow, for there is not a crow or vulture that will
use a drop of this slop. There is: "Chew Bull-dog Twist," and "Bull
Durham Tobacco." There is not a dog or bull that uses tobacco. There
is the, "Royal Bengal Tiger Cigarettes." This is taking advantage of these
animals because they can not defend themselves. There is the: "Robert
Burns and Tom Moore cigars." There was not a cigar in England when
Burns or Tom Moore lived. I have seen a life-size picture of Abraham
Lincoln advertising cigars, when Lincoln was a teetotaler from cigars or
any intoxicating drink. He promised his mother that he would never
use them and kept his promise to his death. This is slandering the dead.
I never remember seeing the "Grant Cigar". He died with tobacco cancer.
It is said that Mr. McKinley would have recovered but his blood
was bad from nicotine.

CHAPTER XVII.

MY VISIT TO WASHINGTON, D. C.--ARRESTED IN THE SENATE CHAMBER.--
TAKEN OUT BY OFFICERS.--THE VICES OF COLLEGES, ESPECIALLY YALE--
ROOSEVELT A DIVE-KEEPER.

In February, of 1904, I went to Washington, purposely to call on
Mr. Roosevelt, the President. Was refused an audience. While in the
office of Secretary Loeb, a delegation of politicians, republicans and
democrats, came out of the president's apartments with their mutual
admiration compliments and suavity of political tricksters.

I asked them what difference there was in their parties? They
looked silly and said nothing. Mr. Loeb said: "We do not wish any
questions on the subject." I said: "It is a civil question, it ought to
have a civil answer." Mr. Loeb called to a police to take me out. I
said: "If I was a brewer or distiller I could have an interview. As a
representive mother, I ought to be received. I wished to ask him why
he practiced the vice of smoking cigarettes? Why he has never said a
word against the licensed saloon when it is the greatest question that
ever confronted the homes of America? Why he had a coat of arms on
his flag? Why he brought a dive into Kansas? I was taken outside
in a very orderly manner by two policemen, something unusual, for I
am hustled and dragged generally.

Then I went to the Capitol. I called to see Senator Cockrell from
Missouri. I asked him his opinion on the liquor traffic. He got excited
immediately. He said: "I want no one to mention that subject to me."
I said: "It is strange to me that you do not want to converse on the greatest
subject before the American people." He became so indignant that
he stamped his foot and threatened to have me put out of the building.
I also became indignant, and stamped my foot, and said: "Down with
your treason! Down with your saloons! You are sent here to represent
the interest of the mothers and their children, and you insult a
representative mother because you are representing the interest of the
brewers and distillers." During this speech of mine he was making
tracks up the corridor. Then I went to the House of Representatives
and the Senate Chamber. My "spirit was stirred within me", to see at
the head of the American people the bitterest enemies to the defense of
the homes of America, the very thing our forefathers intended to secure
to this people. I wanted to do some "Hatchetation", that not being possible,
I thought I would do some agitation. I took a position in a lobby
near a door. I rose to my feet, and with a volume of voice that was
distinctly heard all over the halls I cried aloud: "Treason, anarchy and
conspiracy! Discuss these!" I knew that I would be put out, but I
selected these three words to call the attention to the fact that these were
more necessary to be discussed than any other subjects. And these were
the very ones they were avoiding most. I was taken down to the police
station. Court was in session. I had my trial and was fined twenty-five
dollars. I made my own plea before the judge, as I had no lawyer. I
justified myself upon the same principle that a man would to give a fire
alarm. The judge said that he sympathized with my cause but he gave
me the maximum fine. I have had just such sympathy as this from all
republican judges. The kind of sympathy that a cat has for a mouse
when she crushes the bones between her teeth.

I am a loyal American. We want true Americans to represent the
principles of Americans. I had my prejudice increased against Mr.
Roosevelt when I heard of the "coat of arms" on his flag, in violation of
every principle of American citizenship. We have no "my lords" in this
country. The people rule here and not the president, for he is the servant.
The brewers of America are mostly German and Dutch, and of
course the Dutch president is their friend. Roosevelt is also a member
of the Order of Eagles, the strongest liquor organization in the United
States. Oh, shade of American heroes look down and condemn this outrage
to your ashes. I have it from three eye witnesses that Roosevelt
smokes and did smoke cigarettes. His secretary, Mr. Loeb, denied this
to Mrs. Dye Ellis, but Mr. Roosevelt dare not deny it. The minister for
Mr. McKinley denied he rented his property for saloon purposes, but
the Chicago New Voice proved he did. I am so true a Daughter of the
Revolution that such a president as Theodore Roosevelt is an insult to
my sires. And last March when he came to Topeka, Kansas, he outraged
every loyal citizen of the state by bringing into it a dive and all
who wished an intoxicating drink could get it by tipping the waiter. Let
his ministers deny this for him also. He ought to have been arrested
as any other dive-keeper.

This President who enjoys the sport of killing innocent animals,
this man who costs the people more than any other president, who has
so little regard for the people's treasury that he spent a quarter of
a million to look at the American fleet and took the treasured relics
of the people and sold them to a junk shop, vandalism!

MY VISIT TO YALE UNIVERSITY.

I have been to all the principal universities of the United States.
At Cambridge, where Harvard is situated, there are no saloons allowed,
but in Ann Arbor the places are thick where manhood is drugged and
destroyed. Also Yale, the latter being the worst I have ever seen. I will
insert two letters which I got on March 1st, 1904, and have received several
more of the kind from the students:

"Dear Mrs. Nation:--As an ardent prohibitionist and an enemy of
the liquor traffic, I feel obliged to bring to your notice some of the things
that are served to the young men at Yale Dining Hall by the college
authorities." (In this letter were several bills of fare.) "You will see
how many of the dishes are served with intoxicating liquors as sauces.
Yale is supposed to be a christian college, but to give boys these poisons
by consent of the college authorities is nothing more or less than starting
them on the road to hell! Please give this matter your earnest attention
and see if you can not stamp this serpent out."

"Dear Mrs. Nation:--Although it pains me deeply, I feel it my duty
to inform you that even after your soul-stirring address of warning and
reproof, the Devil still grins at Yale Dining Hall. The enclosed menus
tells the story. The hateful practice of serving intoxicating liquors has
not ceased. Capt. Smoke holds open wide the gates of hell. Oh, this
is terrible! Satan loves to shoot at brightest marks.

"Here are eight hundred shining young souls, the cream of the
nation's manhood, on the broad road which leadeth to destruction. God
help us. Assist us, Mrs. Nation; aid us; pray for us. Let the world
know of this awful condition and rouse the public indignation until it
has ceased. Publicity will do it. Let the world know that Yale is being
made a training school for Drunkards, and Capt. Smoke will never dare
to serve liquors again. A LONE BUT TRUE FRIEND OF THE TEMPERANCE
CAUSE."

I spoke to the students at the entrance of their dining hall. They
spoke up and told me that "Champagne" was served on their ham three
times a week. They gave me the menus, and on them were: "Claret
Wine Punch", "Cherry Wine Sauce", "Apple Dumpling and Brandy
Sauce," "Roast Ham and Champagne Sauce," and "Wine jelly". While
I was talking to the young men, many were smoking cigarettes in the
entrance of the dining hall, which was contrary to rules, but Capt. Smoke
only laughed at this practice of vice. There should be an investigation
and that quick. Students are crying for it. Faculties should demand
of students a high standard. At Yale the students are pleading for a
moral faculty.

I then went to the Y. M. C. A., and found on the first floor, billiard
tables, cigars and cigarettes; they also have a "smoking room." A poor
mother wrote to a friend of mine in New Heaven to please use her
influence to save the boys. That her boy wrote her that the brandy was
so strong on the food that it made his head dizzy. One poor boy said
that he did not wish such food but that he had no other to eat. Students
are crying out against this outrage. While I was there a "Smoker" was
advertised to be held by the law students. A student told me that a
beer wagon was engaged by the Seniors of Sheffield School of Yale for
their wrestling match procession. These Seniors upon application can
get a tin cup and help themselves to this rotten slop that will destroy
their willpower and make them slaves of the drink habit. What can be
expected of Freshmen if Seniors set such an example? This will show
what it leads to:

The demoralization of the students is talked of universally. They have
what is called Freshman "Games", which are as follows: Upon appointed
evenings they will meet at a select hotel (saloon). They take their
places at the table, then, each one at the table, "sets them up" to all the
rest. If there are twelve at the table each one gets twelve drinks. You
can imagine the "games" after such a debauch. I saw some young men
there from Kansas and I asked them: "Why do you come to Yale?" I
would never send a boy of mine to Yale. If I had a hundred I would
send them to a state, that made such things a crime. Here is a college
that has received donations of millions lately, that young men may be
prepared and fitted for stations of moral, mental and physical eminence
and it is a school of vice to a great extent. The distillers and brewers
dominate the republican party and they are the controlling party at
Yale and will desolate and enslave our darling boys. I went to see the
president of Yale, Professor Hadley, and I asked him about these things.
He said he thought the intoxicants were "fruit juices". I spoke of the
smoking. He said he used to think it was wrong but when he went to
Germany he saw they smoked there. He was taught it was wrong in
America but when he saw it in Germany he thought better of the vice
and is now teaching it to our boys. People ought to demand another
faculty or refuse to patronize such a school.

While I was at Harvard I saw Professors smoking cigarettes. Parents
should demand that the teachers in these colleges and schools should
be free from the practice of the vices of drinking intoxicating liquors
and the use of tobacco. I hope we will have some generous hearted man
who will donate to build a college in Kansas with the capacity of Yale.
What a shame to have professors in our schools aping the vices of
foreigners.

These same professors are the followers of Huxley and Herbert
Spencer, who did far more to make the world ignorant than wise. Huxley
saw in man only the elements of a weed. Herbert Spencer would
have destroyed all family life. Such men as these degrade thought and
see only the animal. "For after that in the wisdom of man, the world
by wisdom knew not. Yet it pleased God by the foolishness of preaching
to confound the wise" (as a fool would determine wisdom).

The great controversy between Yale and Harvard now, is, which shall
excel in brute force, and foot-ball seems to be the test. Colleges were
founded for the purpose of educating the young, on moral, intellectual,
and spiritual lines. The test of these is oratory, debate, intellectual
contests. It used to be conceded, that the mind made the man, now the
forces of the mule and ox are preferred.

Taft, of the noted 'Taft' Cigar has position of lecturer, and the
inference is, there will be more vile cigars smoked than ever, under such
patronage.

Oh, mothers and fathers! Rise in protest against these outrages,
slaughter, bloody anarchy, and treason.

CHAPTER XVIII.

PROHIBITION OR ABOLITION.--WHAT IT MEANS.--THE FREE METHODISTS AND
OTHER MINISTERS ENDORSE THE WORK.--A CATHOLIC PRIEST'S ENDORSEMENT.--
MODERN DEBORAH.--JOHN P. ST. JOHN.

God is a politician; so is the devil. God's politics are to protect and
defend mankind, bringing to them the highest good and finally heaven.
The devil's politics are to deceive, degrade and to make miserable, finally
ending in hell. The Bible fully explains this. The two kinds of seed
started out from Abel and Cain, then Ishmael and Isaac, Esau and Jacob.
There are but these two kinds of people. God's crowd and the Devil's
crowd. The first law given and broken in Eden was a prohibition law.
God said: "Thou shalt not." The devil tempted and persuaded the first
pair to disobey. He did it by deceiving the woman. The fact of redemption
now is to bring them back to the law of God. What is law? God
says that sin is a transgression of law. Blackstone says: "Law commands
that which is right and prohibits that which is wrong." Law is
one, as truth is one. It is not possible to make a bad law. If it is bad,
it is not a law. We have bad statutes. Law is always right. Nothing is wrong
that is legal, and wrong may be licensed, but never legalized. I find lawyers
who do not understand this. I often hear the term "legalized saloon".
When I was passing the building of the supreme court in New York City,
on Madison Avenue, I read an inscription on one of the marble statues
representing a judge with a book on either side of the door: "Every law
not based on wisdom is a menace to the state." This is a false, misleading
sentence for all law is wisdom. It might have read: "All statutes not based
on wisdom, are a menace to the state." Then at the base of the statue
of a soldier, on the other side of the entrance, was this statement: "We
do not use force until good laws are defied." Which ought to read: "We
do not use force until laws are defied." Such ideas as these are corrupting
courts, and biasing the public mind, and the injury is more than apparent
to the observer. If law is not a standard, what standard can we
have? We must have one. We repeat again: "Law commands that
which is right and prohibits that which is wrong." Any statute that does
this is lawful. Any that does not, is anarchy.

God is truly the author of law. The theocratic form of government
was perfect and the only perfect government that ever existed, we need
no other statutes than those that God gave. He said: "We must not
kill a bird sitting on her young; must not see our enemy's beast fall under
his burden and not help him rise." And the refinement of mercy was
taught in the statute that said: "You must not kill the mother and lamb
in one day; must not seethe a kid in its mother's milk; must not muzzle
the ox that treadeth out the corn." The use, and the only use, of law is
to prevent and punish for sin. All law has a penalty for those who violate
it. Governments that are the greatest blessing to its citizens are those
who can prohibit, or abolish the most sin or crime. Crime is not prevented
by toleration, but by prohibition. Nine of the ten commandments
are prohibitive and begin with: "Thou shalt not."

The success of life, the formation of character, is in proportion to
the courage one has to say to one's ownself: "Thou shalt not." It is
not the man or woman who has no temptation to sin, who has the strong
character, but the man or woman who has the desire but will not yield
to sin. Some people ask: "Why did God make the Devil?" The Devil
is God's fire. Like an alchemist God is purifying souls. The Devil is
an agent in salvation. "Every Devil in hell is harnessed up to push every
saint into heaven."

Those who are counted worthy to enter into the delights of that
heavenly land are those who have had their "fiery trials," tried and made
white. Man would have no credit and could not hear: "Good and faithful
servant;" if he had no temptations to do otherwise, man would be
but a mere machine.

God has never used for his work, any but those who prohibit evil.
The pilgrim fathers were forced from the mother country because this
principle of prohibition burned in their hearts. When England would
oppose the colonies, it was prohibition that smashed the tea, over in Boston
harbor. George Washington was put at the head of the colonial
armies that prohibited, by much bloodshed and suffering, the oppression
from the mother country. Our Civil War was the result of the principle
to abolish or prohibit the slavery of the colored race. Now we have a
worse slavery than England threatened us with or the poor blacks suffered
at the hands of their taskmasters. This slavery of soul and body,
is one that leads to eternal death. The forces of God are with the abolition,
or prohibition of wrong. The forces of darkness and death are with
those who are willing to be led captive by the Devil at his will, and to
lead others under this grievous yoke of those who are trying to perpetuate
the cause of evil.

There are men who desire to be loyal, who are voting for license
or in license parties, because they do not stop to think. The people are
generally right on all questions. They go wrong more for lack of thought,
than for lack of heart. Edmund Burke, the greatest English stateman,
said: "The people have as good government as they deserve." Because
the people have always had the power, and in America especially, they
are sovereign. The president and all others in office, are but servants
of the people. In another chapter I have given what the supreme court
says about the impossibility of licensing wrong by law, or according to
law.

Hear the language of the Declaration of Independence: "We hold
these truths to be self evident, that all men are created free and equal,
that they are endowed by their creator, with certain inalienable rights,
that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, that to
secure these rights, governments are instituted among men deriving their
just powers from the consent of the governed." The licensing of intoxicating
drink results in suicide and murder, whether or not the saloon-
keeper or state be held responsible. Some one is. Who? The man who
consents to or aids by his vote is most criminal. It is said that drink
kills a man a minute. Suppose that we had a war that killed a man every
five minutes. Would there not be howling for an end of bloodshed. This
is more than ten times worse, for the soul is more valuable than the
body.

Freedom or liberty in animals is following instinct and underlying
appetite. Not so with man; to the reverse. It is the freedom of conscience
and will, from the bondage of ignorance of the person, the gratification
of appetite and passion. The body is a good servant, but a tyrant
when it is master. A man must be master or slave. One must first, like
Daniel, "purpose in his heart that he will not defile himself". Liberty
or freedom is only attained by prohibition of opportunity to do wrong
to ourselves or allow any one else to do so. Citizenship not only requires
one to obey law but must see that others do so also.

The principles of government are founded on liberty and self-control.
Drunkenness is a loss of self-control. Anything that animalizes men,
is a menace to the life of the state and prevents the purpose of government.
Thus replacing the weapon of destruction in the hands of its foes
and the danger is great, because so many citizens are under the domination
of their own will and passion. This class is being multiplied by
this licensed crime. These willing classes are an integral part of the
nation. By licensing rum, we are fostering a power that is increasing
the weakness, and preventing the self-control of its citizens. This is
conspiracy, treason, black as night. Some plead the revenue of our
wealth. Our wealth is in our citizens. The state can not add to its
treasury at the expense of its manhood without punishing herself. The
state must guard the character of its citizens. It can not make them
honest but it must punish dishonesty; can not make them humane, but
it must prohibit an act of inhumanity; and should oppose and forbid
every license that man would desire or try to obtain that which would
allow such gratification of the animal over the moral.

The nation is what its homes are. The family first, then the nation.
Nothing can injure an individual or a family that is not an injury to
the state. The fight for firesides means a fight for our national life.
Our revolutionary sires fought for this. This is the fight that Carry A.
Nation is making. It is the heart of love, liberty and peace. Some of
these thoughts I have copied from an article I read on a few leaves of a
torn pamphlet, no name. But the writer has the true meaning of government.
I am a prohibitionist because I am a christian. I want to get
to heaven. None but prohibitionists ever do. Hell is made for those
who take license to sin.

HELL'S CONSPIRACY.

England has the same struggle that we have. The government conspiring
against the people. This article from the pen of Lady Carlisle
tells of the same vile plot the Prime Minister of England sustains, the
brewer against the people, just as Roosevelt and his crowd here:

          THE PEOPLE'S STRUGGLE AGAINST THE LIQUOR TRADE.
               (Spirited appeal by Lady Carlisle.)

Throughout the past year we have been face to face with a grave
crisis in the history of our temperance movement, but the present Session
of Parliament is the moment of our most imminent peril.

In March, 1903, the Prime Minister, surrendering to the threats of
the liquor trade, recklessly attacked the Magistrates because in the public
interest they had here and there reduced the number of licensed houses,
and he declared to the Brewer's Deputation that in so doing the Magistrates
had been guilty of "gross injustice," and that "to such unjust confiscation
of property the Government could not remain indifferent." In
April the Government supported Mr. Butcher's Compensation Bill, and
in August Mr. Balfour gave a pledge in the House of Commons that the
Government would introduce legislation "at the earliest possible moment
in the following Session," which would put an end to the present "wide-
spread feeling of insecurity on the part of English license-holders."

Since the Prime Minister made these pronouncements, our forces
have everywhere set themselves in array to fight the impending legislation,
by which the 'Trade' is to be endowed at the expense of the nation's
welfare, and is to have its privileges and its powers greatly increased.
The government, having yielded to the dictation of the Publican interest,
indicated that either the Magistrates must be hindered from exercising
their ancient power of not renewing annual licenses when in their
discretion they deem such renewal to be against the public good; or else
that some measure of compensation must be enacted, whereby this wealthy
liquor monopoly should have its huge financial profits made permanently
secure by the grant from Parliament of a vested interest in their
licenses. If after the passing of such a measure the Magistrates should,
for the protection of the people, refuse the renewal of a license, the holder
of that speculative public-house investment would be by law guaranteed
against loss. He would thus no longer need to insure himself against
the risk of non-renewal, for the State would have turned this annual
license into a freehold property. Then for the first time this dangerous
'Trade' would have obtained that fixity of tenure which it has so long
coveted, but which Parliament in its wisdom has always vigorously refused
to grant; and the nation, which has already too long suffered under the
oppression of the Liquor Traffic with its terrible licensed temptations,
would then be permanently crushed under one of the most perilous of
all the political tyrannies that ever sapped the strength and the freedom
of a great people. For these Liquor Traffickers have proclaimed cynically
their anti-social aloofness, from the ideals of good citizenship; "they
know no interest but their own," and their defiant boast is heard at all
elections, "Our Trade our Politics."

Today the people and the 'Trade' have come to close quarters in
their conflict; and all Temperance workers must join with dedicated
fervour in unremitting and widespread agitation, till the danger is past.
Deep and living must be the zeal and the faith that inspire our work.
The campaign of protest and of "active resistance" has started vigorously,
and it must never slacken till victory is won. Day by day the pressure
of public opinion must increase, till the impression made on Parliament
by resolutions and petitions shall be overwhelming. The struggle against
the 'Trade' and its Government backers is hard, but we must fight straight
on, for the issue is of vital importance and we should be ready to make
a determined and triumphant resistance to the Prime Minister's sinister
and unashamed attempt to sell our immemorial rights to England's
most dangerous foe, that gigantic Drink Trade, which lives and thrives
on the sorrow and degradation of our people.

The worth of our temperance party as a fighting force is once more
being tested, and I trust that we shall not be found unworthy servants