The Detroit times., 1911-01-18

denominations, were carefully straight
ened out and handed TO her. The let
ters were alphabetically arranged and
Carrie placed them In her satchel, to
be answered when times were less
strenuous.
Mrs. Nation spent much of her time
in jail especially in Kansas, and she
always was proud Of II. But from a
sincere and serious woman she dete-
riorated into joke and did many out
landish things which attracted atten.
tion and added to her store OF wealth
Her tours became seemingly mere
money-making ventures. When tAe
w. c. T. U. and other organizations
tired Of her she starred" on the stage
in Ten Nights In a Barrodom"-a
title transposed by the facetious into
Ten Barrooms in a Night" Man
ayers got hold Of her and advertised
her as they would circus white ele-
phant or a double-headed calf Soon
u,r usefulness was at an end.
Mrs. Nation was divorced several
years ago from David Nation, with
whom she had lived at Medicine
Lodge before the crusade days. David
how about seventy-seven years old
lis enjoying a retired life at iberia,
o. Carrie first met David while the
latter was editor of the Warrens-
Burg, Mo-, Journal. A few days be-
fore, she had prayed to God for hus-
band. In answer to her prayer, she
said afterwards, she met David. "A
peculiar thrill passed through me
which made me start" she used to
say, in telling the story. Nation pro-
posed by letter and soon thereafter
they were married.
Many melodramatic and farcical in.
cidents occurred during that first
memorable tour Of Carrie Nation, but
1t ended at Chicago In a dramatic
semi-tragedy-the saddest episode In
her career.
1t was near midnight in one OF the
lowest dives Of the city. Mrs. Nation
had visited saloon after saloon all
that evening, accompanied by police
men detailed to protect her, but to see
that she did no smashing. At each
saloon she had talked with the men
behind the bars, asked them II they
were not ashamed to follow business
which leads men and women to de.
struction, pulled an occasional cigar
out of some mans mouth and express
ed Indignation at the shocking paint
ings back of the bars.
In the last saloon the program did
not vary. A young man was carry
ing drinks to human wrecks-men and
women-Seated about the tables. He
acted as though he expected her and
greeted her with a grin and the words:
How do you do, Grandma Nation?"
Others had called her grandma"
and mother" before, 80 she paid no
attention to 1t, but talked to him as
she had to other bartenders. "Of
course, you have a mother?" she said.
Il certainly have a mother" he re-
piled
And does she know" Mrs. Nation
continued, that you are in this low
business?"
The question remained unanswered,
but again he called her Grandma Ma
ton. Don't you know me?" he asked.
Il never saw you before that |
know Of" Mrs. Nation replied.
Then the climax.
Don't you remember little Riley,
Riley White. your little grandson"
Riley WhiteH she repeated; "why,
yes, but | haven't seen him since he
was boy Of ten. | don't know what
became Of the boy"
Il am Riley White, your grandson"
The woman Sazed at him again and
exclaimed:
MY God. Can it be possible that
my grandson is doing the DEVILS
work."
Throwing herself upon the sawdust
H"vered floor she sobbed and wept,
paying no heed to the painted girl who
bent over her and blew cigaret smoke
in her face. Friends helped her to
her feet, but she was no longer the
turbulent, aggressive Carrie Nation.
rake me back to the hotel" she
moaned feebly; Il want to 60 home"
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