I now see why God saw in me a great lover,
and in order to have me use that love for Him, and others, He did not
let me have those that would have narrowed my life down to my own
selfish wishes. Oh! the grief He has sent me! Oh! the fiery trials!
Oh! the shattered hopes! How I love Him for this! "Whom the Lord
loveth He chasteneth and scourgeth every son whom He receiveth."
There are pages in my life that have had much to do in bringing me in
sympathy with the fallen tempted natures. These I cannot write, but let
no erring, sinful man or woman think that Carry Nation would not understand
this, for Carry Nation is a sinner saved by grace and I know He
can save to the uttermost, all that come unto Him. "Heaven is made for
redeemed sinners and hell for the proud and disobedient." When I
see the proud glance, the boastful manner, the display of, "I am better
than thou," I feel pity and commiseration for the poor dying creature and
see "behind the face a grinning skull". I like the companionship of the
servant in the kitchen more than the mistress in the parlor. I covet the
humblest walk. I wish for the power, often, to make the rich take back
seats, and give the front to the poor, the crippled, the lame and the blind.
I will not have a piece of fine furniture. I have no carpets on my floors.
I have two small rooms in Topeka in the building I desire to give to
the W. C. T. U. for prohibition work.
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