So often in traveling I see silly girls being led astray
by men who for a vile purpose will fawn and flatter. I never let such a
thing pass my eye now without a little wholesome condemnation: "Thou
shall not in any wise suffer sin upon thy brother but shall rebuke him."
SOME OF MY TRIALS WITH MR. BRUBAKER OF PEORIA.
When I visited Chicago for the first time after the smashing a Mr.
Brubaker called to see me. He was from Peoria and was hired by the
Peoria Journal men to get me to edit that paper for one day. The
arrangements were satisfactory to both parties. I went to Peoria. Mr.
Brubaker met me, took me to a hotel run by a woman who owned one
or two saloons, but had none in the hotel she kept. I had not one line
of copy for the paper but I got up at four in the morning and wrote
continuously that day. I know God helped me. Mr. Brubaker took the
copy. I never saw any of the Journal men until after the paper was out.
I went to see them, told them that only a small part of my copy that I
wrote was in the paper. They said that several times they asked for my
copy but Mr. Brubaker gave them his own. So he destroyed a great
deal of my copy, supplying only what he wanted put in.
I spoke in the Opera House and this Mr. Brubaker was to give me
fifty dollars for my lecture that night. After I had spoken I was asked
to go into a noted saloon, Pete Weise's place. Mr. Brubaker said: "If
you go I will not give you your fifty dollars," as the contract said I was
to speak at no other place in the city.
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