Long after it was supposed that the last dog had gone out, yellow dogs, of different degrees of yellowishness, and moving in irregular orbits, would be thrown from the secretary's room with great force. Some of them were killed, while others were painfully injured. It is said that there are fewer yellow dogs in Cheyenne now than there used to be, and those that are there are more subdued, and reserved, and taciturn, and skinned on the back, than they used to be; while the secretary has a far-away look in his eye, like a man who has trusted humanity once too often, and been everlastingly and unanimously left. WHAT WOMAN'S SUFFRAGE HAS DONE FOR WYOMING. SOME TESTIMONIALS, AND ONE THING AND ANOTHER. |The managing editor of a Boston paper, is getting material together relative to the practical workings of Woman's Suffrage, and as Wyoming is at present working a scheme of that kind, he wants an answer to the following questions: 1. --Has it been of real benefit to the Territory? 2. --If so, what has it accomplished? 3. --How does it affect education, morals, courts, &c.? 4. --What proportion of the women vote? ANSWERS. 1. --Yes, it has indeed been of real benefit to the Territory in many ways. [Illustration: 9176] Until woman's suffrage came among us, life was a drag--a monotonous sameness, and simultaneous continuousness. Now it is not that way. Woman comes forward with her ballot, and puts new life into the flagging energies of the great political circles. She purifies the political atmosphere, and comes to the polls with her suffrage done up in a little wad, and rammed down into her glove, and redeems the country. 2. --It has accomplished more than the great outside world wots of. Philosophers and statesmen may think that they wot; but they don't. Not a wot. To others outside of Wyoming, woman's suffrage is a mellow dream; but here it is a continuous, mellow, yielding reality. We know what we are talking about. We are acquainted with a lady who came here with the light of immortality shining in her eye, and the music of the spheres was singing in her ears. She was apparently on her last limbs, if we may be allowed that expression. But woman's suffrage came to her with healing on its wings, and the rose of health again bloomed on her cheek, and her appetite came back like the famine in Ireland. Now she wrestles with the cast-iron majolica ware of the kitchen during the day, and in the evening works a cross-eyed elephant on a burlaps tidy, and talks about the remonetization of the currency. Without attempting to answer the last two questions in a short article like this, we will simply give a few certificates and testimonials of those who have tried it: Prairie-Dog Ranche, Jan. 3, 1880.