The Story of the Mobbing

     The death of President McKinley brought my lecturing tour to a premature close; last Sunday afternoon I delivered my last speech from Boston Common.
     There were a lot of ridiculous stories set floating around in the press as to my being mobbed in various places, including Waterville and Bath, in Maine, Portsmouth, N. H., and York, Pa. There was a particularly lurid account of my escaping from lynching by the skin of my teeth in York telegraphed all over the country, from Maine to California. I don’t like to give away my press agent, but I must confess that I did not go within 500 miles of York during my whole trip. I had intended once to speak there Saturday night last, but the meeting had been called off days before the President was shot, as I found I could not make good train connections. The Mayor of Portsmouth asked us to postpone our street meeting there, sending word just before we began. The meeting was then adjourned to a hall and held without any interruption or trouble. There was no demonstration on the street or within doors against me at any place during my whole trip.
     At Dayton, Ohio, my meeting on September 1st was stopped under authority of a local ordinance.