he　kept　knocking　me　down　every　time　I　rose　to　my　feet。　He　would　not
  allow　me　to　get　my　things。　I　was　invited　to　go　home　with　a　prohibitionist；
  Dr。　Marshall。　This　Chapman　was　a　noted　dive…keeper；　a　rummy；　and
  ran　a　representative　rum…soaked　republican　hotel。　He　was　angry；　because
  I　dared　to　expose　him；　in　his　sneaking　way　of　drugging　and　robbing
  his　guests。　It　was　marvelous　what　rages　these　law…breakers　used
  to　have　when　I　came　around　at　first。　It　is　not　so　now。　Their　bands
  have　been　smashed　and　they　are　not　as　bold；　and　more　marvelous　that
  I　was　not　seriously　hurt。
  Once　in　Nebraska　City；　Neb。；　I　was　knocked　in　the　temple　by　a
  saloon…keeper。　I　reeled　and　fell　and　while　I　knew　he　struck　me　with　his
  clenched　fists　as　hard　as　he　could；　so　it　seemed　to　me；　I　did　not　have　a
  bruise。
  I　always　prayed　to　God　to　take　care　of　me；　but　to　lead　me　into　these
  tumults　to　rouse　the　people　to　think　and　to　talk。
  THE　BEGINNING　OF　THE　GRAVEYARD　ASSOCIATION　OF　MEDICINE　LODGE。
  I　never　saw　anything　that　needed　a　rebuke；　or　exhortation；　or　warning；
  but　that　I　felt　it　was　my　place　to　meddle　with　it。　I　have　been　called　a
  〃meddler〃。　Yes　I　say：　〃It　is　my　place　to　meddle　with　the　devil's
  business。　Jesus　meddled　with　the　law…breakers　in　the　temple。〃
  I　will　give　you　a　few　facts　to　prove　what　I　mean　and　hope　it　will
  inspire　my　readers　to　do　likewise。　What　injures　one　is　the　interest　of
  all。　We　are　personally　responsible　for　all　wrong　that　we　neglect　to　make
  right；　when　it　is　in　our　power　to　do　it。　If　anything　injures　my　neighbor
  it　injures　me。　If　my　neighbor　is　blessed　so　am　I。
  I　used　to　ride　out　north　of　Medicine　Lodge　past　the　graveyard。　It
  was　situated　on　an　elevated　place；　barren　of　trees；　for　trees　could　not
  well　grow　where　it　was　so　dry。　Grave…yards　are　not　pleasant　places　at
  best；　but　to　see　one　barren　of　trees　or　flowers；　just　the　graves；　the　white
  marble；　the　sunshine；　rain；　and　prairie　grass；　in　sight　of　the　pleasant
  yards　and　homes　of　the　living；　I　feel　a　sense　of　reproach；　as　if　the　dead
  were　complaining　of　this　neglect。　The　only　ground　Abraham　ever　bought
  was　a　piece　of　ground　to　bury　his　dead　and　it　had　trees　on　it。　I　wanted
  to　see　a　better　condition　of　things。　I　knew　this　neglect　was　because　no
  one　would　make　a　move。　I　felt　I　was　not　the　one；　but　I　wrote　an　article
  for　the　papers；　〃Index　and　Crescent〃；　of　Medicine　Lodge；　and　I　took　it　to
  a　widow；　Mrs。　Young；　who　had　recently　lost　a　husband　who　was　very
  dear　to　her。　I　told　her　she　was　the　one　to　organize　a　grave…yard　association。
  That　this　letter　would　call　the　ladies　together。　After　making　a
  few　changes　in　the　language　she　published　the　letter；　and　the　ladies　met；
  organized；　and　in　a　few　months　all　was　changed。　One　will　rarely　find
  a　more　attractive　resting　place　for　our　beloved　dead　than　in　the　cemetery
  of　Medicine　Lodge。　I　could　not　have　effected　what　Mrs。　Young　did；
  but　there　are　more　ways　of　doing　things　than　one；　and　when　people
  say：　〃I　can　never　carry　out　any　plans〃；　I　know　they　have　not　tact　or
  perseverance。
  MEDDLING　WITH　THE　DEVIL。
  A　friend　who　lived　a　few　miles　in　the　country　came　to　my　house
  in　Medicine　Lodge；　threw　her　arms　around　my　neck　and　said：　〃Oh；
  Sister　Nation；　Matt　has　gone　to　Wichita　for　a　bad　purpose。　I　am　almost
  wild；　can't　you　help　me？　She　is　in　love　with　Will；　and　he　does　not　care
  for　her　but　he　has　gotten　her　into　trouble　and　does　not　intend　to　marry
  her。〃　She　told　me　that　Will　wrote　her　a　note　to　go　to　the　Goodyear
  Hotel。　I　wrote　to　Matt　and　told　her　if　she　became　the　murderer　of　her
  child　that　a　fearful　judgement　was　in　store　for　her。　I　also　wrote　to
  Will　and　told　him　to　marry　Matt　or　I　would　expose　him。　Will's　father
  got　the　letter；　as　it　was　directed　to　Medicine　Lodge。　His　father　came
  down　to　see　me；　weeping　as　if　his　heart　would　break；　told　me　of　the
  trouble　this　boy　had　given　him；　said　that　he　was　preparing　to　marry
  another　girl　and　could　not　marry　Matt；　but　that　he　had　forwarded　the
  letter　to　Will；　as　he　had　gone　to　Wichita。　Will　and　Matt　got　their　letters
  at　the　same　time　and　were　filled　with　terror。　Both　came　back　to
  Medicine　Lodge　and　in　a　few　months　poor　Matt　was　the　mother　of　a
  little　girl。　Her　mother；　sent　for　me。　I　stayed　until　the　little　angel　died。
  From　the　time　Matt　looked　on　the　face　of　the　little　one　she　loved　it
  with　all　the　intensity　of　a　true　mother　and　grieved　so　when　it　died。　In
  a　few　hours　I　went　to　the　grave…yard　With　the　little　coffin。　This　Will
  or　his　father　never　spoke　to　me　again。　He　married　the　other　girl。　In
  a　few　years　father　and　son　were　both　killed。　The　sister　of　Will；　who　also
  treated　me　coldly；　wrote　me　a　letter　and　told　me　to　tell　Matt　it　would
  have　been　a　blessing　if　he　had　married　her。　That　he　loved　her　the　best
  and　that　she　felt　quite　differently　towards　me。
  TIMELY　WARNING　TO　OUR　GIRLS　AND　BOYS。
  I　was　going　down　to　a　neighbor's　one　dark　night。　I　heard　voices；　as
  if　some　parties　were　sitting　by　the　roadside。　I　went　into　the　neighbor's
  house　and　got　a　lantern。　I　came　up　to　these　parties；　they　were　a　young
  man　of　Medicine　Lodge　and　a　young　lady　visiting　there。　I　told　them
  that　such　actions　would　lead　to　mischief。　Told　the　young　boy　to　act
  towards　a　girl　as　he　would　wish　his　sister　treated。　Told　the　girl　that
  ruin　would　be　her　fate　and　she　hid　her　face　and　soon　both　of　them　ran
  down　the　alley。　I　knew　they　would　think　that　I　would　expose　them；　so
  I　wrote　a　letter　to　the　young　man　and　told　him　the　injustice　to　himself
  and　the　girl；　that　would　follow　such　actions；　told　him　that　no　one　would
  hear　it　from　me。　That　it　was　not　my　desire　to　expose　them　only　to　warn
  and　prevent　trouble。　That　young　man　is　in　Medicine　Lodge　now　and　is　a
  good　friend　of　mine。
  I　often　see　actions；　especially　with　the　young；　that　I　know　will　end
  in　heartaches　and　woes。　I　get　these　parties　out　of　hearing　of　others　and
  speak　to　them。　So　often　in　traveling　I　see　silly　girls　being　led　astray
  by　men　who　for　a　vile　purpose　will　fawn　and　flatter。　I　never　let　such　a
  thing　pass　my　eye　now　without　a　little　wholesome　condemnation：　〃Thou
  shall　not　in　any　wise　suffer　sin　upon　thy　brother　but　shall　rebuke　him。〃
  SOME　OF　MY　TRIALS　WITH　MR。　BRUBAKER　OF　PEORIA。
  When　I　visited　Chicago　for　the　first　time　after　the　smashing　a　Mr。
  Brubaker　called　to　see　me。　He　was　from　Peoria　and　was　hired　by　the
  Peoria　Journal　men　to　get　me　to　edit　that　paper　for　one　day。　The
  arrangements　were　satisfactory　to　both　parties。　I　went　to　Peoria。　Mr。
  Brubaker　met　me；　took　me　to　a　hotel　run　by　a　woman　who　owned　one
  or　two　saloons；　but　had　none　in　the　hotel　she　kept。　I　had　not　one　line
  of　copy　for　the　paper　but　I　got　up　at　four　in　the　morning　and　wrote
  continuously　that　day。　I　know　God　helped　me。　Mr。　Brubaker　took　the
  copy。　I　never　saw　any　of　the　Journal　men　until　after　the　paper　was　out。
  I　went　to　see　them；　told　them　that　only　a　small　part　of　my　copy　that　I
  wrote　was　in　the　paper。　They　said　that　several　times　they　asked　for　my
  copy　but　Mr。　Brubaker　gave　them　his　own。　So　he　destroyed　a　great
  deal　of　my　copy；　supplying　only　what　he　wanted　put　in。
  I　spoke　in　the　Opera　House　and　this　Mr。　Brubaker　was　to　give　me
  fifty　dollars　for　my　lecture　that　night。　After　I　had　spoken　I　was　asked
  to　go　into　a　noted　saloon；　Pete　Weise's　place。　Mr。　Brubaker　said：　〃If
  you　go　I　will　not　give　you　your　fifty　dollars；〃　as　the　contract　said　I　was
  to　speak　at　no　other　place　in　the　city。　But　as　I　had　already　spoken　for
  him　I　did　not　feel　bound。　This　man　was　posing　as　a　prohibitionist　but
  he　was　as　loyal　to　the　cause　as　Judas　was　to　Jesus。　I　went　to　Pete
  Weis'　place；　one　of　the　most　expensive　dance　halls　I　was　ever　in。　I　spoke
  for　the　hundreds　of　poor；　drugged　and　depraved　men　and　women。　There
  was　a　large　picture　or　rather　statuary　of　naked　women　among　trees
  which　I　said　must　be　smashed；　Mr。　Weis　treated　me　very　kindly　and
  said：　〃I　will　have　that　boarded　up；〃　and　so　next　day　he　did。
  This　Mr。　Brubaker　would　not　pay　me　a　cent　for　my　lecture　and
  tried　to　garnishe　the　100；　the　Journal　was　to　pay　me；　and　had　it　not　been
  for　a　stroke　of　policy　on　the　part　of　the　Journal　he　would　have　taken
  every　cent　from　me　and　left　me　to　pay　my　expenses　there　and　back。
  Jesus　said：　〃Beware　of　wolves　in　sheep's　clothing。〃　In　a　month　from
  this　time　the　saloon　keeper　sent　me　50。　The　prostitute　loved　more　than
  Simon。
  I　saw　in　Peoria　the　largest　distillery　in　the　world。　Not　one　of　the
  hands　are　allowed　to　drink　what　they　make。　What　would　you　think　of
  a　dry　goods　concern　that　would　not　allow　its　employes　to　use　what　they
  make？　Mr。　William　McKinley　was　entertained　here　by　Joe　Greenhut；
  president　of　the　〃Whiskey　Trust。〃
  I　was　in　Peoria　when　the　prohibitionists　held　a　convention　there　and
  was　astonished　that　they　would　put　up　at　a　saloon　or　a　hotel　that　run　one。
  I　never　eat　or　sleep　in　one。　My　conscience　will　not　allow　me。　I　never
  saw　so　many　ragged　children　or　dirty　streets；　as　in　Peoria。
  WITCHCRAFT。
  I　heard　so　much　of　the　〃Weltmer　treatment〃　for　disease。　I　sent
  twenty…five　dollars　for　a　〃mail　course〃　so　I　could　see　for　myself。　This
  man　Weltmer　had　a　large　institution　in　Nevada；　Mo。；　for　humbugging
  the　people。　I　always　like　to　investigate　these　things　m