, 1886-11-03
ON THE WING.
A Strangers Strange Experience
in Cheyenne.
A Thorough Convert to the Bless
ings of Woman Suffrage.

a newspaper mar en- route to Omaha
to take a position on one of the leading
dailics there, stopped over yesterday, and
not remembering the fact of the freedom
OF the ballot for ladies in Wyoming Ter
ritory, met with the following curious ex-
pcriencc.
He says: II thought ! would look on at
your election, and for that purpose
dropped off the train and took a room at
the - house. OF course | strolled
around your beautiful town, and found it,
in short, very like all other towns of its
size on election day, j. C., filed with an
earnest yet very orderly throng of men
intent OF polling votes, and seeing that
their friends did the m With an OK
cellcnt appetite, at noon | entered the
dining room Of the hotel, and no sooner
had | taken a scat than a young lady, evil
IDENTIFY n c-ountrywoman of mine I'm
Irish, you see,) came toward me beaming
a smile that would turn an ordinary man
INTO a Judas %lscariot, and from her decid-
edly pretty mouth came-not viii you
have soup, s%ir?-but, How is she going
up town.? You are a parent, and lust
imagine how you would pity your inno-
cent boy if he was caught on the fly in
that fashion. To say | was thunder
struck does not express my condition. |
was knocked out, done up, f~labbergasted,
Enruuu,nitco GoJru;.E,J In WI.
could | say or do? Those eyes looked
into mine with all the purity and naivete
for which my countrywomen are noted the
world over, and yet this Ilcbc in ashes of
roses overskirt and hair a Ia Niobe wanted
to know How is she going up town.
The %tclltalc blood suffused the north half
of the southwest quarter of my
abundant countcnancc as managed
to blurt out, Soup, if you please, and
felt as if | would like to fall into some
deep and very dark prospect hole and
have it filed up forthwith. My angel of
Hibernian descent, and with the grace of
a Cushman, sailed off toward the kitchen
door and | felt easier. What could she
mean2 | asked my self. am old, bald
headed and afflicted with the hives, and
Betsy Ann, my better-half, never sus-
pectcd me Of making what is vul-
carly termed a mash and as | had
ate an adult meal in the morning,
and successfully stood off the book
and fig fiend on the train, | felt | had not
yet lost my wits. While pondering on
the strange occurrence, my IIebe came
sailing out with a new outfit for a good
dinner, and to my horror, seven or eight
other young ladies after her, with tally
sheets. She placed my dinner and while |
prospcctcd it, the bcvy of beauty resolved
itself into a sorosis behind me, and the
following confab took place:
'lIebe-"Now, | tell you girls, well
all have to go for the sheriff strong and
get our friends to help 5 do his case up
in good shape
Second young lady-"Why, girls, ma
and Aunt Lizzy and Mrs. Tobias are 60
ing up soon and every one of them
will go.for Judge and make things
hot for him, tell you, I'm leading this
prayer meeting
Mentally commiserating the unfortun-
ate sheriff and judge, | turned and asked
for dessert, when young lady No. 3 chip
ped in:
Il wouldn't give old Waxworks my
North American inalicnable, to save his
old goose neck. He never pays his help and
carries the key Of the pantry in his boot
leg; SC there now, and she ioated off for
the regions beyond the kitchen door.
Hebe-"Well, girls, well all have to
toe the mark and make ourselves felt to-
day, as this is our only chance for a long
time, and these men must be brought to
their senses.
That settled it. | made a break for
the door, and shot out into the cool
air, feeling a glad relief when the walls of
the house intcrvened between me and
those vindict:ve, though beautiful girls.
Just then a regular hrce-for-a-quartcr
ticket peddlcr accosted me and offered me
a ballot, and not till then did it strike me
that the women OF Wyoming-bless them
voted, Just like a man does. When |
took the inevitable tumble, | ran across
the tracks and howlcd in concert with a
locomotive, so angry was | with my
Opaque density. That was it; the ladies'
voted, and they were lust putting up a
little Job on some old curmudgcon whom
they knew when he was at home, where
they could see him as he really is, and not
as he acts his part before the "bhoys, 80
and then and there vowed that | would
ever and always urge IN suffrage on
the people wherever | happen to locate
myself. What wondrous possibilities lie
in the veto Of a woman who knows the
homc-lilc of some fellow who parades his
fancy side for the world and hides the life
of torment or worse, he iniicts on those
who arc, in all but name, his slaves,
though known to the voters Of the male
persuasion as his dear family How