Four members of the Pittsburg Conference voted for it, and when my husband returned from the dedication, I learned that three of them had figured prominently in the exercises, and he had refused to commune on account of their ministrations.
Everything went smoothly for ten days, when my husband came to our room, where I sat writing, threw himself on the bed and poured out such a torrent of accusations as I had not dreamed possible, and of which I refrain from giving any adequate description.

I looked up and saw that he was livid with rage.

His words appeared the ravings of a mad man, yet there was method in them, and no crime in the calendar with which they did not charge me.

Butter money was not accounted for, pickles and preserves missing, things about the house were going to destruction, the country was full of falsehoods and I had told them all.

It was all a blur of sound and fury, but in it stood out these words: "You ruined Samuel, and now you are trying to ruin the boys and those two fool preachers.