Evening star., 1934-08-26
WOMAN'S SUFFRAGE STIRS
WASHINGTON DURING 8Os
Woman Rights National Convention,
Led by Susan B. Anthony, Reports
Progress Made i'm Various States.

how It felt" She then proceeded TO
describe the emotions of q woman
voting. comparing them as similar to
her feeling at the marriage altar, and
of Christian women at the communion
table Ridiculous as this was, she
told 1t so well that the audience wept,
and there was bolt of linen IN hand
kerchiefs used to wipe away flowing
tears.
Joaquin Miller, the long-haired poet
of the Sierras, has Just moved into
his log cabin. 1 called upon him
there today and found a tall, we'll
made, blue-eyed man Of As, with long
tawny hair flowing out from under
his slouch hat, wearing pantaloons
tucked into a pair of fine boots and
having good-natured air of Western
wildnesS which well accorded with his
picturesque surroundings. He re-
ceived me cordially and showed me
over his cabin, saying that for is years
he had been wandering about over
the face of the earth, and that at last
he was glad he had a place he could
call his home.
The cabin is on the heights at the
head of Sixteenth street, the great
avenue of the Washington of the fu-
ture. 'The Presidents house is at
one end of Sixteenth street." says
"Waukeen," "and mine is at the other,
but while I own a cabin, the Presi-
dent has only a cabinet"
Sixteenth street is a broad street
paved with asphalt and lined alter
nately with $50,O0O mansions and $50
huts. The White House, almost
bathed by the Potomac and faced by
Lafayette Park. is its starting point
cabin is a green plat in which q
bronze equestrian statue Of Gen. Scott
looks at the Executive Mansion. The
street rises steadily, carrying with it
old st. Johns Episcopal Church,
George H. Pendleton's mansion, labor
ers' cabins, Senator Camerons great
palace and a like mixture until it
reaches the boundary Of the town,
where there is a jump forward in the
shape Of a 50-foot hill or plateau run
ming back into the country. On this
plateau Joaquin Miller has bought
lot and put up one of the prettiest Of
log cabins.
The cabin is built on the wild west
ern plan, and there is not q nail In
it. The oak logs are hewn on the
inside, but left rough on the outside.
They are notched and joined, one on
top of the other, until they have
grown into a story and a half. The
cabin has a ridge roof and in front,
facing the most beautiful view Of the
city. are two windows hung with
bright curtains Of cardinal red and
white. The door is Of plain pine and
is fastened with no lock or bolt. A
simple black latch string hanging
from hole is the means of entrance.
Today it was. fortunately left out
for me.
A picture of an interior of frontier
home lies before you. A large room,
Is feet wide and 22-odd feet long.
furnished in the simplest and quaint
est way and withal wonderfully home
like and comfortable. A blazing FIRE
Of hickory logs is burning upon the
open hearth and three split -bottomed
rocking chairs, roughly hewed out,
are before it. A plain poplar writing
table covered with papers, writing ma
terialS and two punches of cigars
stands back of these and two smaller
tables of white pine with legs set
crisscross are at either end Of the
room. These have bright red covers
of felt and on one of them lie several
books, presents from author friends.
There are wooden pegs driven into
the walls from which hang rifle or
two, saddle and other curious be-
longings of the Western poet. One
little peg is filled with papers and
memoranda and see letter from
the Boston Globe asking Mr.. Miller
to telegraph them a poem on the
death of Wendell Phillips.
The back part Of the room Mr.. Mil
Ter intends to curtain of with q gor-
geous hanging to serve as a bed room.
The bed-a rough hewn couch of
logs-is already in place. There is no
kitchen or dining room connected
with the cabin. These are now be-
ing built some distance away, with
quarters for the servants, and these
quarters Mr.. Miller says he intends
to have better furnished than his own,
with most Of the modern conveniences.
The SOuthWOrth Cottage.
Mrs. e. d. z. N. Southworth's cot
tage is another curious literary den
of Washington. 1t is situated at
Georgetown Heights and is a small
frame affair worth. should say, not
over $2,500. 1t also has a beautiful
view, but its owner delights not in
the pristine simplicity of the Western
poet. Her home Is called Prospect
Cottage and in the Summer, when
covered with honeysuckles, 1t is quite
pretty. Joaquin Miller says writing is
work for him and he only writes when
he has to do so by being back on copy.
I judge he is much governed by his
moods. 1t is not so with Mrs. South
worth. She works like machine and
can grind out page after page and
novel after novel, like Anthony Troll
lope, no matter how she feels or
whether the sun shines or not.