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"What is your fine?" I asked, "Only a dollar." "My dear boy, I will
do what mother would do, if she were here, kneel down here and let us
pray." He did, weeping so bitterly all the time. I asked God to make this
a means of saving that dead mother's precious one. I said to him, "Now
my boy, mother would say my darling son, don't use bad language. Be
good and love God. Now I will pay your fine just as mother would do."
So I called the jailer, who seemed to be a kind man, and paid the dollar.
The boy with his face glowing with happiness, fairly flew out. In
a few minutes the door was opened, a friend went on my bond, and I
left to fill my appointment. There were as many as twenty-five men who
volunteered to testify to the unfair arrest. The case was tried the next
day and I was acquitted, the judge saying that. "All Carry Nation wanted
was advertising. Man's inhumanity to woman." I was glad to open
the prison door to the boy, and give him advice at a time when he would
take it, for he promised me to be a good boy and serve God. I expect
God sent me there for that purpose.
CHAPTER XXIII.
COWARDLY ASSAULT BY SALOON KEEPER, G. R. NEIGHBORS OF ELIZABETHTOWN,
KY.--APATHY OF OFFICERS, BUT PEOPLE MUCH MOVED BY OUTRAGE, LECTURED
AFTERWARDS, THO' VERY FAINT AND WEAK FROM LOSS OF BLOOD.--
CIGARETTE SMOKING IN HIGH PLACES DISCUSSED WITH MISS GASTON,
PRESIDENT NATIONAL ANTI-CIGARETTE LEAGUE.
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