Yours for God’s love for Him and suffering humanity,
                                   Mrs. Lucy Wilhoite.

I had dates ahead that I disliked to cancel, because of disappointing the people and entailing a great financial sacrifice.  Sister Lydia Muntz, also wrote me to come to Wichita immediately.  I knew it meant smashing and imprisonment, possibly, loss of life, for I wrote Sister Wilhoite, “I am coming to do all I can to destroy the works of the devil, and if need be to die.”  At first, I told her to keep things quiet.  Then I thought it best to give all an opportunity to have a part in this great work of saving life here and hereafter, so I wrote a letter to the Topeka Journal making a call for helpers setting Sept. 28 as the day.  When I arrived in Topeka I learned that the W. C. T. U would be in convention session on that day in Wichita, and also that there was a carnival going on in the place, and thought it providential to have a crowd.  I arrived in Wichita the 28th, the raid was postponed until the 29th.  I took hatchets with me and we also supplied ourselves with rocks, meeting at the M. E. church, where the W. C. T. U. Convention was being held.  I announced to them what we intended doing and asked them to join us.  Sister Lucy Wilhoite, Myra McHenry, Miss Lydia Muntz, and Miss Blanch Boies, started for Mahan’s wholesale liquor store.  Three men were on the watch for us, we asked to go in to hold gospel services as was our intention before destroying this den of vice, for we wanted God to save their souls, and to give us ability and opportunity to destroy this soul damning business.  They refused to let us come near the door.  I said, “Women, we will have to use our hatchets,” with this I threw a rock through the front, then we were all seized, and a call for the police was made.  There was of course, a big crowd.  Mrs. Myra McHenry was in the hands of a ruffian who shook her almost to pieces.  One raised a piece of gas pipe to strike her, but was prevented from doing so.  We were hustled into the hoodlum wagon, and driven through the streets amid the yells, execrations and grimaces of the liquor element.  I watched their faces and could see that Satan was roused in them beyond their control, making the most diabolical faces sticking out their tongues! at what?  Just five women, who were doing with their might what their hands found to do, Just five living hearts that dared to give their lives to save them.  Just gray-haired women, mothers, and grandmothers, who, for love they could not contain, rushed in to save their loved ones, from ruin.