The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1873-05-23
Miss Anthony Tells the New York Fe.
male Convention How She Voted.
[From the New York World

Ifrom the New YORK WorldJ
Miss Anthony then took the stand and
gave an account of her persecution and
prosecution for casting vote. The
place at which she registered for drop
ping that precious bit of paper was
after the fashion of an Eighth avenue
polling booth, and barber shop into
the bargain. She had some sharp argu-
ments with the enlightened American
citizens who officiated at the registry,
and being led to suppose that her regis
try would be ignored, she proposed to
have hold on the inspectors, and
straightway went to lawyer for counsel.
She found not raua ovis OF his kind,
but lawyer of the old, old sort. He
said, "Why, Miss Anthony, you show
that you know nothing at all of law
You should pay down a round retaining
fee, and then you are all right" Five
women registered in the Eighth Ward
of the city of Rochester, and by their
example fifty others were melted to reg
lister in other wards, though only four
teen out of the whole voted. When
election day came, fearful of insult, they
went early and found no difficulty in
putting their ballots through the broken
pane. The inspector said: "Miss An
thony, you are challenged; are you
ready to swear?" Yes" said /, and /
forgot my Quakerism and kissed the
Bible. "Do you swear you are citi-
zen?" etc., and L swore (the papers made
me swear l was n male citizen). Then
they made me swear that l had neither
bribed nor taken a bride for this cleo
ton; of course 1 swore that. There
were 81, 800 floating around that day,
but no man was challenged, no man
sworn. The Quaker lady, Mrs. De
Garmo, who followed, was also chal-
lenged. She refused to swear, saying,
81 will not swear, but / will tell the
truth, If that will answer" The whole
party voted, and not an insulting word
was spoken. 1t was said that arrests
would be made, but days passed and
none were made. began to get afraid
that they would not arrest me. But
finally Commissioner Storrs, whose office
is in the Arcade, sent word for me to
call at his Office. l sent word to him
that had no social acquaintance with
him and didn't wish to call on him. If
he wanted to see me on official business
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young man in beaver hat and kid gloves
(paid for by taxes gathered from women)
came to see me. He sat down. He said
it was pleasant weather. He hemmed
and hawed and said Mr.. Storrs wanted
to see me at the Arcade. "What for ?"
L asked. "To arrest you" said he. SIS
that the way you arrest men?" "No."
Then I demanded that should be ar
rested properly. My sister desiring to
go with me, he proposed that he should
go ahead and follow with her. This l
refused, and he had to go with me. In
the car he took out his pocket-book to
pay fare. L asked him if he did that in
his official capacity. He said yes; he
was obliged to pay the fare of any Grim
inal he arrested. Well, that was the
first cents worth 1 ever had from Uncle
Sam. A more wilted looking officer of
the law cannot be imagined than he.
And Mr.. Commissioner Storrs was not
less out of his element. Miss Anthony
read the section of the Constitution
upon which she is arraigned for illegal
voting, and argued that she had not even
violated it.