I knew that my husband ought not to be in the ministry.
I do not believe he was ever a converted man. This made me very
miserable, putting us in a false light before the people. It was my desire
to serve God in a simple, humble way. Before the year was out because
of some dissatisfaction in the church between Mr. Nation and the board,
we left Holton. I then drove back to Medicine Lodge alone, enjoying my
trip very much. Mr. Nation never took charge of a church again. He
was a man well versed in law, and at one time rendered valuable service
in prosecuting liquor cases in Medicine Lodge.
When I lived in Texas and was keeping hotel in Richmond, one cold
rainy morning, a lot of men came in from the train.
I took special notice of one man. His hands were that of a woman,
his face was very refined, but his clothes were shabby. He was sitting
by himself and I said to him: "You must excuse me but you
look so much like a catholic priest I once saw." I did not then dream he
was one. Next morning I sent one of the boys that waited on the table to
see what was the matter that he did not come down to breakfast. He was
sick. I went up to see him and he told me he often had attacks of heart
trouble; that he had fallen in a faint in the yard the night before. I asked
him if he had any friends. He said: "No." I asked him his business?
"You guessed it last night," he replied. Then he told me he was a catholic
priest.
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