tried to laugh at her.  She fired a shot and killed him on the spot; then the poor girl fell on his dead body screaming in a distracted manner.  She was arrested and brought to jail at Medicine Lodge; and was there six months.  Being Jail Evangelist I went to see her, sometimes twice a week.  When I first saw her she was reticent, and did not seem glad to see me.  She was so nice, that I fell in love with her and I asked the ladies of the W. C. T. U. to visit her, but they thought her a hopeless case.  She bought a Bible and we would read and pray together and talked about the need of Christ in our lives.  She was a woman of great sympathy.  I asked her once:  “Did you ever love anyone.”  She wept bitterly and said:  “Yes, the man I killed.”

Toward the last she seemed perfectly delighted when I came to her cell.  She, consented to go to a home where she would have friends who would keep her, to make a change in her life.  The morning she left I went to the jail and rode with her in the hack to the depot and then to a town about twenty miles east of Medicine Lodge, called Attica.  On the train from Medicine Lodge to Attica, the deputy sheriff had some man to give this girl a letter from him, telling her to meet him at Wellington.  The girl’s father lived at Attica, and an older sister of her’s met us.  I could see the sister was not a good woman, and she took Cora to a room and exchanged the modest hat and dress for a showy hat and elaborate silk dress; and when I saw her it almost broke my heart.  I said to her:  “Oh, Cora, all my work to save you is in vain.”  I had rather have seen her drop dead, and I grieved all the way home.  From Attica she went to Wellington, instead of Olathe, Kansas, where she was to enter this home.  James Dobson was sheriff of Barber County and his brother kept a saloon in Kiowa, the first saloon I ever smashed.

I heard no good news of Cora for some years; she led a bad life.  Five years later, through a W. C. T. U. lecturer, I heard that she was married and living in Colorado; and she was an efficient worker as a W. C. T. U. woman; among fallen women.  She told of her past life and of a Mrs. Nation visiting her.  This woman said it was so incredible to believe that Cora could have been so bad, and had taken a human life, that she was anxious to see the place in Kiowa and to see Cora’s prison cell and myself.  I was then in Oklahoma, and I certainly rejoiced over this news from her I had learned to love.  I saw in this wayward girl certain qualities that would be a power for good, if once God could have His way with her life.

There are diamonds in the slush and filth of this world.  Happy is he who picks them up and helps to wash the dirt away, that they may shine for God.  I am very much drawn to my fallen sisters.  Oh! the cruelty and oppression they meet with!  If the first stone was cast by those who were guiltless, those who were to be stoned would rarely get a blow.

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