The Use and Need of the Life of Carry A. Nation eBook

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There was a druggist, O. L. Day, in Medicine Lodge who was unlawfully selling intoxicating liquor.  He himself was drinking; also his clerk.  I got a knowledge of a deposit of this contraband goods.  I put a little boy on my buggy horse and sent a letter to our dear Sister Cain, who was president of our local union.  She called several of the women together at our W. C. T. V. room and made known to them what I knew of O. L. Day receiving these intoxicants.  There was a great deal of discussion, but at last it was decided that we should investigate.  At that time I was regarded as a fanatic, and many of these were afraid for me to plan for them, so I kept very quiet.  It was finally agreed that Mrs. A. L. Noble and Mrs. Runyan should go first and see how matters were.  Sister Runyan finally said before we got there:  “Let Mrs. Nation go in my place.”  I said:  “Thank God!” Oh, I was so glad, for I felt that I could handle this case.

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O. L. Day was a real gentleman by nature.  He was the man with one fault, and that was alcoholism.  Mrs. Noble said:  “You do the talking.”  While we were in the W. C. T. U. room discussing, Sister Runyan said:  “I will not have anything to do with this if Mrs. Nation does.”  I kept still, praying for the raid to go through, even if I was not in it; and when it came to the point, I had just what I wanted.  I felt entirely equal to the occasion.  Sister Runyan did not understand me then, for we are the best of friends and she has been true to me in my efforts to defend the homes of Kansas.  I told Mr. Day, we, as a W. C. T. U. thought he had not been dealing fairly, and I looked at his little back room suspiciously, as much as to say:  “I would like to see what you have in there.”  He said:  “Ladies would you like to go in the room?” I said:  “Yes.”  I knew I could discover the secret.  I saw behind the prescription case a ten gallon keg.  I said to myself:  “That is a find.”  About this time the rest of the women, accompanied by Sister Cain, came in the front door.  Mr. Day was as white as death all the time.  As soon as he went to the front I smelled the keg bung.  I turned it on one side and rolled it to the front saying; “Women, this is the whiskey!” Mr. Day’s clerk caught the end of the keg to turn it out of my hands and on the other side of it was Jim Gano, the marshal, who I think hauled all the divekeepers’ goods to them.  He was a Republican and in with the whiskey ring and a “rummy” himself.  I then placed a foot on each side of the keg and held it firm with both feet and hands.  Jim Gano sprang in front

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