The Monitor. [volume] (Woodstown, N.J.) 1884-1892, 1891-03-06
THREE STORIES ABOUT WOMEN.

"a tApetilhebe III JouiuaiisHi, no Lolo INC
of a trial be had just made with a woman
writer in the field of Indian warfare.
am sure every member of the so-cslled
weaker sex will read it with delight, ting
ed slightly, perhaps, with malicious en-
joyment, but | fear that the newspaper
correspondents, who have been posing as
heroes since the recently-allayed Indian
uprising, will noe relish the betrayal of
that which they have endeavored to keep
a secret.
On the staff of the Chicago Herald is a
woman named Teresa II. Deane. believe
she is a widow. She is still young and
bright and at a dinner table can hold her
own in all respects with the most socially
experienced member of tho sterner sex.
During the height of the Indian excite
ment, when the newspaper correspondents
near the scene of action were sending tele-
grams to their respective journals telling
with heroic fe~arlessness, "Ileave at once
for the scene of danger" or something to
that effect. ard people marveled at their
self-sacriice, Mrs. Deare walked into Mr..
SCOTS flee and said: "a woman has
never " ritten abort these Indians during
a time such as this. Let me go among
them and give an account of how the
situation impresses me-"
The publisher laughed. What could
you do OUT there" he said with that
sealskin ulster trailing at your heels?"
Il can very easily remoye that" was
the quiet response. IF you'll let me go
I'll procure a proper outfit and FL warrant
you'll hear from me-"
That day the woman started for the H.
dian country covered by a warm gray wool
en- ulster al with a wooden hat atop her
head. When she reached Pine Ridge she
found thiiteen correspondents, all men,
were there ahead OF her. They had sent
their cards, each numbered from l to 10,
in the order of their arrival, into General
Miles tent and were cooling their heels
outside until it pleased the military chief
tain to see them. Mrs. Deane sent in her
Soha. ~ wac III DCiCa :. II lCouib
was most natural. A gallant soldier keep
a woman waiting and a woman, too, who
had dared to enter such a p~eriious country?
Never, by Maisi
Send in No. A. was the order which
was heard by the dismayed correspondents
who had been so patiently waiting. In a
few moments the woman was chatting
like an old acquaintance with the leader
of Uncle Sans soldiers. He gave her ali
the information she desired, and then add
ed: Now, sit here while l send TO. the
other correspondents one by one, and you
can have the benefit of all their questions
and my answers Any newspaper man
will appreciate what disgust and even
anger this created among the woman's
male rivals, but they had to submit. En-
riched with a mass of valuable information
Mrs. Deane, after having telegraphed a
couple Of columns to the Herald, inquired
nonchalantly of one of the surprised thir-
teen: "Where is this hostile camp l hear
SO much talk about?" She was told it was
over the hills six or seven miles away,
w%hereupon she said carelessly: Il think
l will take 9 trot over there"
Her male rival gasped in establishment.
"Wh-a-a-t?" he finally found breath to
utter. 'Are You crazy? No one thinks
of going over there. They would murder
you"
She said no more through a dread that
she might be prevented from making tie
journey. Quietly, however. she secured
the services of a competent interpreter,
and with him as her only companion, she
tramped over the hills and into the hostile
camp. Needless to say her appearance
there caused considerable surprise amor g
the aborigines. When. however, she ex-
plained that she came among them to give
to the people of the country their side of
ment, she was treated with the most dis
tinguished courtesy. In a short time the
novel sight was presented of q woman
newspaper correspondent interviewing for
publication all the leading Indian chiefs,
in a camp of supposed hostiles. That
A nerican Horse, whose recent speech in
Washington showed him to be a man of
intellect aud friendly to the whites, adj
mired the daring and appreciated the mo-
tives of the woman who interviewed him,
was plainly revealed by the fact that
before she left the camp he presented her
with what an Indian values as he does his
life, nothing less than his beautiful war
bonnet, containing seventy eagle feathers,
an indication of the fact that the chief
had with his own hand shot the thirty.five
eagles, each of which had contributed two
OF the necessary feathers to his plume.
That bonnet now crowns a bust of Grover
Clev Gland in the business Office of the Chi
cage Herald. 1t will be presented to the
new Tomahawk Club to which nave re.
ferred.
When Mrs. Deane returned to Pine Ridge
the dismayed thirteen would scarcely speak
to her, but the Union officers overw helmed
her with congratulations. AT a formal
banquet given by the officers she was made
a special guest and placed at the right
sand of General Miles, and | tear it was