This　negro　finally　cheated　me　out　of　my　money　and　papers　also。
  I　closed　with　him　after　three　weeks；　he　put　the　papers　out；　collected　for
  them　and　never　paid　me　a　cent。　I　believe　he　paid　Mr。　Nation　some　and
  when　I　would　have　made　him　account　for　his　wrong　dealings；　I　found
  that　the　contract　between　he　and　I；　which　was　drawn　up　by　Mr。　Nation；
  made　this　negro　my　partner。　This；　of　course；　was　done　to　prevent　me
  from　having　any　legal　redress。　My　paper　was　called　THE　SMASHER'S
  MAIL。　I　called　it　this　for　it　was　largely　composed　of　letters　which　I
  had　received　on　the　subject　of　smashing。　I　had　no　one　to　read　the　proofs
  and　was　at　the　mercy　of　this　negro；　who　was　not　in　sympathy　with　my
  cause；　but　to　the　reverse。　I　was　often　humiliated　at　the　way　my　articles
  were　tortured。　I　afterwards　got　The　Kansas　Farmer　to　publish　the　paper
  and　I　then　bought　a　press　of　my　own；　but　found　that　I　could　not　conduct
  a　paper　and　lecture；　so　after　the　13th　edition；　I　closed。　The　paper
  accomplished　；　this　much；　that　the　public　could　see　by　my　editorials　that
  I　was　not　insane。
  THE　SECOND　TIME　IN　JAIL　AT　WICHITA。
  I　was　in　a　meeting　of　the　W。　C。　T。　U。　in　Wichita；　of　which　Mrs。
  Summers　was　president。　I　wanted　to　have　these　women　go　with　me　and
  destroy　the　places　there　that　were　murdering　their　sons。　Many　present
  were　in　favor　of　it；　but　Mrs。　Summers　was　bitterly　opposed。　Three
  went　out　in　the　hall　with　me；　Mrs。　Lucy　Wilhoit；　Miss　Muntz　and　Mrs。
  Julia　Evans。　The　husband　of　the　latter　was　a　great　drunkard；　otherwise
  a　capable　physician。　Those　three　women　said　they　would　go　with　me。
  We　went　to　Mrs。　Evans'　home　and　then；　for　the　first　time；　I　took　a　hatchet
  and　Mrs。　Evans　a　piece　of　iron。　We　marched　down　to　the　first　place；
  kept　by　John　Burns。　We　walked　in　and　began　to　smash　right　and　left。
  With　my　hatchet　I　smashed　in　the　large　plate　glass　windows　and　also
  the　door。　Sister　Evans　and　I　then　attacked　the　show　case；　went　behind
  the　bar　and　I　smashed　everything　in　sight。　The　bartender　came　running
  up　to　me　with　his　hands　up；　〃Don't　come　near　my　hatchet；　it　might　fall
  on　you　and　I　will　not　be　responsible　for　the　results。〃
  After　we　were　through　for　no　one　resisted　us；　Mr。　Burns　was　asked。
  〃Why　did　you　not　knock　that　woman　down？〃　he　replied；　〃God　forbid
  that　I　should　strike　a　woman。〃　（〃a　man's　a　man　for　a'　that。〃）
  I　did　not　see　what　the　other　two　women　were　doing；　but　heard　Sister
  Wilhoit　talking　to　the　crowd　and　telling　why　we　had　done　this。
  We　were　put　in　one　cell；　the　one　I　occupied　before　and　were　given
  a　cot　apiece。　This　was　one　of　the　glorious　heavenly　and　refreshing
  times。　We　sang　hymns；　repeated　scripture；　would　often　laugh　and　cry
  by　turns　for　joy　to　think　we　were　worthy　to　suffer　for　His　sake。　〃The
  table　was　prepared　before　us　in　the　presence　of　our　enemies；　our　cup
  runneth　over。〃　This　happy　condition　was　not　what　our　persecutors
  wished；　and　Mrs。　Simmons　and　her　husband；　whom　we　called　〃Jezebel〃
  and　〃Ahab；〃　were　determined　to　separate　us。　Mrs。　Simmons　was　telling
  that　I　used　obscene　language　to　her　husband。
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  THIS　PICTURE　TAKEN　BY　A　MAN　WHO　CALLED　FOR　THE　PURPOSE；　TO　SEE　ME　IN
  TOPEKA　JAIL。　I　NEVER　WANT　A　PICTURE　TAKEN　OF　ME　WITHOUT　MY　BIBLE；　MY
  CONSTANT　AND　HEAVENLY　COMPANION。｝
  These　two　were　very　much　interested　in　having　me　adjudged　insane；
  for　Mr。　Simmons　had　in　several　ways　laid　himself　liable　to　criminal
  prosecution；　especially　in　the　matter　of　the　quarantine。　Mrs。　Simmons
  came　to　our　cell　door；　and　in　the　presence　of　Sister　Wilhoit；　to　whom　she
  had　told　that　I　used　〃obscene　language；〃　I　asked　her　if　she　said　this？
  She　had　to　acknowledge　that　she　did。　I　told　her　she　spoke　a　〃lie；〃　for
  I　had　never　done　such　a　thing。　She　sent　her　husband　and　son　up　to　the
  cell　and　they　dragged　me　into　the　rotary　and　put　me　in　one　of　those　little
  triangular　cells；　which　was　indeed　a　place　of　filth。　The　faucet　leaked；
  and　kept　a　continual　spatter；　which　made　the　foot　of　my　cot　damp。　I
  stayed　there　five　days　and　while　it　was　not　as　bad　as　Jeremiah's　dungeon；
  it　was　similar。　The　dampness　and　poison　of　this　cell　added　to　the　already
  deep　cold　on　my　lungs。　Dear　Bro。　Schollenberger！　Who　has　not　heard
  of　this　great　hearted　man　of　Wichita？　He　brought　us　little　treats　and
  in　many　ways　relieved　us　of　our　afflictions　and　bonds。　I　was　not　allowed
  to　be　with　my　lovely　sisters　again　in　prison　they　would　write　notes　and
  send　them　by　a　〃trusty；〃　for　they　were　very　uneasy　about　me；　fearing
  foul　play。
  As　soon　as　the　sisters　could　get　bonds；　they　got　out；　but　I　was　not
  allowed　to　give　bond。　I　was　not　a　meek　prisoner；　did　not　act　like　a
  criminal。　This　vexed　my　prosecutors　and　they　tried　to　humble　me；　but
  I　felt　that　I　was　right　and　that　God　would　stand　by　me　and　I　wanted
  Him　to　look　down　and　always　find　me　brave　and　true　and　in　nothing
  to　be　terrified　by　my　adversaries。
  I　had　some　money　sent　me　while　in　jail　and　this　I　divided；　often　to
  the　last；　with　my　fellow　prisoners。　To　one　I　gave　four　dollars；　for　his
  poor　wife　was　soon　to　be　confined。　To　the　〃trusty〃　John；　I　gave　three
  dollars　for　his　destitute　wife；　and　often　bought　little　treats；　such　as
  fruits　and　butter。　The　meals　were　meat　and　beans　one　day；　then　potatoes
  and　meat　all　cooked　tip　into　a　mush。　I　became　very　much　attached　to
  my　fellow　prisoners　and　I　found　some　with　noble　sentiments。　What
  do　people　do　who　have　no　hope　of　heaven；　I　often　ask。　What　a　joy　to
  have　a　place　in　view　where　there　is　no　sickness；　no　death；　no　jails；　no
  suffering　of　any　kind。
  THE　THIRD　TIME　IN　TOPEKA　JAIL。
  I　had　become　so　disgusted　with　jail　food　that　my　stomach　refused
  it。　As　soon　as　I　was　put　in　jail　I　told　Mr。　Cook　to　send　the　milkman
  to　my　cell。　He　came　and　was　very　kind。　He　agreed　to　bring　me　some
  bread　and　milk；　ten　cents　worth　a　day。　This　I　lived　on　for　the　eighteen
  days。　In　the　cell　with　me　was　a　woman　named　Mrs。　Mahanna；　who　was
  put　in　for　selling　beer。　She　did　not　happen　to　have　a　government　license。
  Poor　creature！　She　bad　been　the　mother　of　fifteen　children；　had　a
  broken　hip　caused　by　a　kick　of　a　drunken　husband。　She　was　very　ignorant
  but　kind…hearted。　The　heat　was　intense　and　we　were　next　to　the
  roof。　Sometimes　I　would　feel　like　I　was　suffocated。　The　windows
  slanted　so　that　but　little　draught　came　in。　One　pane　of　glass　was　partly
  out　and　we　would　sit　by　that　to　get　a　breath　of　air。　While　in　this　jail
  I　had　many　offers　from　different　theatrical；　circus；　and　museum　managers；
  who　tried　to　tempt　me　with　all　kinds　of　prices；　one　as　high　as　800
  a　week；　and　a　palace　car　and　a　maid。　I　never　for　one　moment　thought
  of　taking　any　of　them　until　two　managers　came　from　New　York　City。
  The　sheriff；　Mr。　Cook；　brought　their　cards　up。　I　said：　〃Tell　them　to
  wait　until　morning。〃　I　prayed　over　the　matter　nearly　all　night　and　before
  day　all　seemed　settled。　（This　was　a　test　to　try　my　faith。）　The　cloud
  was　lifted　and　I　told　Mr。　Cook　to　tell　the　men　that　a　〃million　a　minute
  would　not　catch　me。〃　My　dear　friends　especially　Mrs。　Goodwin；　Dr。
  Eva　Harding　and　others　used　their　influence　to　have　Stanley；　the　governor
  pardon　me；　this　he　refused　to　do；　the　joint…keepers　were　those　he
  favored　more　than　me。
  I　had　never　thought　of　going　before　the　public　as　a　lecturer。　I
  knew　those　people　only　wanted　me　as　they　would　a　white　elephant。　I
  did　not　at　this　time　see　the　stage　as　a　missionary　field。
  At　this　time　I　was　entirely　out　of　means；　was　in　debt　and　the　duns
  I　got　while　in　jail　were　a　terrible　trouble　to　me。　The　ten　cents　I　got
  for　my　bread　and　milk　came　in　almost　daily　for　copies　of　my　papers。　I
  paid　my　milkman　sometimes　in　stamps。
  I　never　wanted　to　get　out　of　jail　so　badly　in　my　life；　as　I　did　at　this
  time；　when　the　offers　to　make　engagements　were　so　many。　Two　days
  after　the　New　York　managers　were　there；　I　got　a　letter　from　James　E。
  Furlong；　a　Lyceum　Manager　of　Rochester；　N。　Y。；　who　had　managed
  Patti　and　many　of　the　great　singers。　He　told　me　if　I　would　give　him
  〃some　dates〃；　he　would　assist　me　in　getting　out　of　jail。　I　hardly　knew
  what　he　meant　by　〃dates〃。　Mrs。　Goodwin　of　Topeka　called　to　see　me；
  I　showed　the　letter　to　her　and　asked　what　this　man　meant　by　〃dates？〃
  She　said：　〃He　may　want　you　to　lecture　or　you　could　tell　of　your　experience。〃
  〃I　wonder　if　the　people　would　like　to　hear　me；　I　can　tell　my　experience；〃
  I　said。　I　asked　her　to　tell　Mr。　Duminel；　my　lawyer；　to　come　to
  my　cell。　I　told　him　of　it；　and　he　said　he　would　call　the　commissioners
  together　and　would　have　them　let　me　out　by　paying　my　fines　by　monthly
  installments。　This　he　did。　So　Mr。　Furlong　sent　the　money　needed　and
  Dr。　Harding　and　Mrs。　Goodwin　collected　seventy　dollars　from　my　friends
  to　help　me　out。　When　I　got　to　Kansas　City；　I　lacked　fifty　cents　of　having
  enough　money　to　pay　for　my　ticket　east；　so　I　borrowed　that　of　the　man
  at　the　fruit　stand　in　the　depot。　In　about　a　week　from　that　I　spoke　at
  Atlantic　City　for　the　Philadelphia　American；　the　proceeds　being　used　to
  give　the　poor　children　an　outing。　Thousands　of　people　were　present。
  I　never　made　a　note　or　wrote　a　sentence　for　the　platform　in　my　life。
  Have　spoken　extemporaneously　from　the　first　and　often　went　on　the
  platform　when　I　could　not　have　told　what　I　was　to　say　to　save　my　life；
  and　for　s