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We held a good many meetings. I spoke in several churches and
held meetings in Dr. Eva Harding's office, where we prepared to take
measures to break up saloons in Topeka, where sworn officials were
perjuring themselves from governor down to constable. About this time
a certain woman pretended to be a friend of mine, but was a spy and
a traitor. I believe she was hired by the jointists to find out our plans.
She told me she knew where every saloon in the city was and would
show them to me. It was understood by a few of us that we would make
a raid one morning in February, 1901, and I called on this woman to show
us where the places were. We wandered around from street to street,
and I soon discovered that she was keeping me away from them. One
young boy said: "I'll show you a place."
I came to one dive. I lifted my hatchet to smash the door and this
woman grabbed at my hatchet and so did the man. He slammed the door
and left his hat in my hand. I passed on down to the "Senate" saloon and
went in. This was about daylight. The bartender ran towards me with
a yell, wrenched my hatchet out of my hand and shot off his pistol toward
the ceiling; he then ran out of the back door, and I got another hatchet
from a lady with us. I ran behind the bar, smashed the mirror and all
the bottles under it; picked up the cash register, threw it down; then
broke the faucets of the refrigerator, opened the door and cut the rubber
tubes that conducted the beer.
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