The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1876-04-21
AN HOUR WITH CORRESPONDENTS.

boring city, signed by the secretary OF
lodge of Good Templars, and contain
ing an invitation addressed to Mrs.
Duniway to deliver a lecture at their
lodge-room at an early date. Mrs. Dun
iway is at present travelling and lectur-
ing on the Sound, but will doubtless be
pleased to accept the invitation when
she returns, if her time will permit
A letter from remote, and no
doubt eozy nook in Tillamook county,
encloses a subscription, accompanied by
such words of kindly greeting as cause
us to long to take the genial writer by
! by the hand and return them, ViUd Uoce.
In lieu of this we send her this greet
ing, and accompany the same by some
articles ordered "frOm the metropolis"
A good friend at Lafayette supple
ments business letter by a little exul-
tation duly appreciated by the editor,
that she has never read copy of the
New NORTHWEST that was not paid
every copy yet thrown from the press.
She closes by saying: 81 hope Mrs.
Duniway will have an opportunity to
go to the Centennial, and also to visit
the Cincinnati Convention. We need a
representative, or somebody to look out
| for our interests in the East. More
over, we need some one who can talk
when she gets there, and feel that she
is the proper person to represent the
wishes of the Woman Suffragists of this
State this year" Mrs. D. is endeavor-.
ing to perfect arrangements for the trip
spoken of, and hopes to be able to adjust
business affairs in manner that will
leave her free to start eastward toward
the latter part of May.
A friend at Pendleton writes that,
owing probably to the presence of an
alien "i' in her name as written upon
her paper, she receives very few copies
of the New NORTHWEST. Another
illustration of the fact that a very
small excuse is oft-times sufficient to
cause P. NJ. to withhold woman's
paper. Be comforted, friend. The
name will be corrected, and, in putting
out an "i'' of one kind, let US hope we
have opened one of another.
A letter from Spencer Creek, and the
writer asks for information in this
wise: "Will you please inform me
whether Miss Anthony is, or is not, a
believer in free lore. have heard so
many persons accuse her of this belief,
that l hardly know what to think
about it. [ have never heard her lee
ture-never met her, even-and 1 come
to you for information on the subject.
You can form some idea of the feeling
concerning the woman question in this
region, when tell you that some of our
neighbors won't join the Grange be-
cause women are there allowed to vote.
The enclosed extract, cut from the
Prairie Farmer, must, think, refer to
some of the farmers on Spencer Creek"
When a correspondent is forced to ask
the question given at the commence
ment of the letter above quoted, it is
scarcely necessary for her to inform us
more particularly of the benighted
condition of the narrow minds that
! form a large part of the community
! by which she is surrounded Both
the private life and public record
of Miss Anthony are above reproach.
Even her most prejudiced enemies,
or those at least who are person.
ally acquainted with her, have not the
hardihood to cast stigma upon the
former, and only assail the latter by
feeble attempts at wit, and harmless
shafts of ridicule and invective. From
an intimate personal acquaintance with
her, we know her to be all that is
womanly and pure and true, faithful
worker for the elevation of her sex, an
uncompromising assailant of wrong,
and valiant defender of right. That
unlettered men and servile women at
tempt to destroy the impetus which the
sound of her name gives to woman's
freedom, even in the most obscure To-
calities, by crying 'free love-" is not
wonderful. This bugbear crouches by
the hearthstons of every ignoramus
who disgusts his betters by ventilating
his opinions on equal rights, ready to
spring to his aid the moment he is dis
comfited by argument, and sticking to
him closer than a brother Such per-
sons evidently need some restraint to
prevent them from embracing the mon-
ster with whom they carry on this
sham warfare. Miss Anthony has
chosen to walk alone through life, ain
Gods content, safe-folded all her way,''
rather than be untrue to a love that
shed its radiance athwart the pathway
of her early womanhood, only to be
overshadowed by the somber wing Of
the Death Angel.
Numbering our page the seventh time
admonishes us to cut short this chat,
which we do by subjoining the extract
which the last correspondent noticed
thinks is so applicable to some of the
farmers in her region round about:
81 can't jine the Grange" 81 am sorry" was
the reply; "we had counted on you" mo,
can't jine," said the voter, "because they've lei
the women IN, and they'll work it round so as
TO git TO vote directly, and 1 won't have any.
thing TO do with it, The women is gettin
above their privileges, anyway. They don't stay