We were put in one cell, the one I occupied before and were given
a cot apiece. This was one of the glorious heavenly and refreshing
times. We sang hymns, repeated scripture, would often laugh and cry
by turns for joy to think we were worthy to suffer for His sake. "The
table was prepared before us in the presence of our enemies, our cup
runneth over." This happy condition was not what our persecutors
wished, and Mrs. Simmons and her husband, whom we called "Jezebel"
and "Ahab," were determined to separate us. Mrs. Simmons was telling
that I used obscene language to her husband.
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THIS PICTURE TAKEN BY A MAN WHO CALLED FOR THE PURPOSE, TO SEE ME IN
TOPEKA JAIL. I NEVER WANT A PICTURE TAKEN OF ME WITHOUT MY BIBLE, MY
CONSTANT AND HEAVENLY COMPANION.}
These two were very much interested in having me adjudged insane,
for Mr. Simmons had in several ways laid himself liable to criminal
prosecution, especially in the matter of the quarantine. Mrs. Simmons
came to our cell door, and in the presence of Sister Wilhoit, to whom she
had told that I used "obscene language," I asked her if she said this?
She had to acknowledge that she did. I told her she spoke a "lie," for
I had never done such a thing. She sent her husband and son up to the
cell and they dragged me into the rotary and put me in one of those little
triangular cells, which was indeed a place of filth.
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