Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1879-04-07

sister Territories, and believing that a
woman who was brave enough to come
here and share the perils of border life
was also brave enough to vote conscien-
tlously extended to her that right and so
far as [ was able to learn, there has never
been reason to regret it, for the majority
of them are always to be found on the
side of right. If a man casts his vote
for the respectable whiskey dealer"
mark my words, his wife usually offsets
it with one for the temperance man. |
watched the voting places for some time
and was gratiied at the quiet, ladylike
manner in which the women of Cheyenne
visited the polls and deposited their
votes. Usually two or three would come
together, often leading little children
by the hands; the men lounging about
the voting place would fall quietly back,
often with lifted hats, and always show
as much Difference as they could were
they meeting at church.
Of course Wyoming has class of
women, as we'll as men, whose votes are
to be had by the one who is most willing
to pay; but after careful observation and
an interchange of ideas with some of the
most influential men of that territory, l
am convinced that the moral condition
of Wyoming is far more healthy. that
her politics are purer, and civilization
is more advanced than it would have
been without female suffrage And that
is good deal for me to sag, for | have
never yet taken my place in line with
the advocates of this privilege. But l
am tarrying longer than | meant in this
city whose growth has already been mag
ical. There are still miles and miles
between this and the Golden Gate, so |
will jog along, and, kind readers, if you
do not happen to have the necessary
ticket about you, never mind; come
along all the same, and if you will be
patient I'll stow you away in corner
of the Palace Car and lend you my eyes
and ears while we climb the mountains.
Fairly off from Cheyenne, never you
mind that man across the aisle, who is
grumbling about extortion. I'll tell
you all about his troubles. He is cut
ting teeth-eye teeth, you understand.
All of US do 1t, when we come west,
no matter if our hair is as white as
the beautiful snow and our mouth
full of the highest priced worries. That
man has charming little daughter with
him, and as she is ''large of her age he
paid no fare to Omaha and trusted to
luck to get her through at the same
liberal rate. But the Union Pacific ism t
run on philanthropic principles, so the
conductor from Omaha to Cheyenne col
lected sixteen dollars for the little miss.
At Cheyenne her father bought ticket
for which he paid fifty dollars more,
"allee same he no payee sixteen dollar, F"
as John Chinaman would say. And
there's the trick: A full rate ticket from
Omaha to San Francisco is one hundred
dollars; but if Fate drops one down at
Cheyenne, 5l6 miles west of Omaha,
the little left doesn't amount to anything
for the smiling ticket agent rakes in the
one hundred dollars as cheerfully as the
baggage master smashes you new Sara
toga, so if you have lost your ticket keep
very quiet, or our fate will be worse
than that of our angry neighbors. Until
recently there has been only one road
leading from Cheyenne to Denver, Col.
orado, and the fare has been eleven
dollars but now road unites with the
Union Pacific some eight miles west Of
Cheyenne, and the result of the compe.
titlon has been to reduce the fare to five
dollars.
When Clara Louise Kellog came tc
California last year she wrote Of hel
trip: "a stretch of hundreds of miles
of red tape would be no more monstrous
than is the ride across the continent
l bow with due reverence before tn,
wondrous voice with which Kellogs
charms the world; but if she were al
angel sent from Heaven, and failed t.
see the grand beauties of the old noun
tains, would say she had no poetry il
her soul, no real sympathy with nature
But | suppose she made her journey af
ter the fashion of some of my fellow
travellers. With curtains drawn closel,
across the windows, and heads on pill
lows, they are so engrossed in the nov
els they are reading they do not realiz
we are climbing up into the Rock,
, Mountains, with some of the grandes
scenery before our eyes. l pity sue
people. pity any one who goes STUN
bling and grumbling through this beau
tiful world with eyes and ears hermeti
, cally sealed.
Thirty three miles west of Cheyenn
| We reach the highest point over whic
e the cars pass. The place is called Shel
3 man. 1t is 8,242 feet above the sea
level-a little more than four-ifths Q
mile nearer the blue sky than tn
Peaks of Otter. The stunted growth Q
3 the pines show that vegetation has