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Updated: June 8, 2025
Harvey J. Frame; auditors: Miss Gwendolyn B. Willis, Miss M. V. Brown, Mrs. Louis Fuller Hobbins, Miss Amy Comstock, Mrs. A. W. Schorger, Mrs. H. A. J. Upham, Mrs. Sarah H. Van Dusen. Mrs. A. J. Birkhauser. Wyoming was the pioneer Territory and the pioneer State to give full suffrage to women.
"Yes," the Doctor's voice now, breathless, low, tremulous with anxiety. "If we want to save her " "Am I her?" interrupted Gwendolyn. " It must be done!" "There isn't anything to cry about," declared Gwendolyn, stoutly. She felt hopeful, even buoyant. It was all novel and interesting. The Doctor began by making grabs at the lump of salt on the Bird's tail. The lump loosened suddenly.
"I did," prompted Gwendolyn, eager to help him. "I did," repeated the King's English but the polished tongue slipped from his grasp! "I seen!" followed up Thomas. "I sung!" Crack! Crack! It was the last fatal onslaught. The scarlet-coated figure fell forward. Yet bravely he strove again to give tongue-lash for tongue-lash by reaching out one palsied hand toward his weapon.
Then, in a business-like tone; "Take two pairs of sandals, a dozen cheap gingham dresses with plenty of pockets and extra pieces for patches, and a bottle of something good for wild black-berry scratches." He bowed. "Mix all together with one strong medium-sized garden-hoe " "Oh, fath-er," cried Gwendolyn, her hoarse voice wistful with pleading, "you won't mind if I play with Johnnie, will you?"
And while these two were occupied, the Piper swaggered toward the Policeman, his pipes and implements striking and jangling together. "I want my money," he bellowed. "I don't owe you anything!" retorted the Policeman. All this gave Jane the opportunity she wished. She advanced upon Gwendolyn. "Come, sweetie," she wheedled.
It made conspicuous two packages that flanked it one small and square; the other large, and as round as a hat-box. Each was wrapped in white paper and tied with red string. "Birthday presents!" cried Jane, the moment she spied them; and sprang forward. "Oh, I wonder what they are! What do you guess, Gwendolyn?" Gwendolyn followed slowly, blinking against the light.
By the expression on his face, Gwendolyn judged that Robin Hood's Barn of which she had often heard was a most undesirable spot. "Is it far?" she asked, swallowing. "No. Only we'll have to go around it." Somehow, all at once, he seemed the one friend she had. She put out a hand to him. "You will go with me?" she begged. "Oh, I want to find my fath-er, and my moth-er!"
It was a maid a maid wearing a sugar-bowl cap. Gwendolyn knew her instantly that pretty face, as full and rosy as the face of the French doll, and framed by saucy wisps and curls as fair as Gwendolyn's own and freckleless! "Oh!" It was a low cry of delight. The nurse smiled. She had a tray in one hand. On the tray was a blue bowl of something steaming hot.
"I tell you," Jane launched forth again, "that if you run about on the street, like poor children do, you'll be grabbed up by a band of kidnapers." "Are are kidnapers worse than doctors?" asked Gwendolyn. "Worse than doctors!" scoffed Thomas, "Heaps worse." "Worse than than bears?" Up and down went Jane's head solemnly. "Kidnapers carry knives big curved knives."
It was a slender, girlish figure, and it came hurrying forward along the circular way with never a glance to right or left. Gwendolyn could see that whoever the traveler was, her dress was plain and scant. Nor were there ornaments shining in her pretty hair, which was unbound. She was shod in dainty, high-heeled slippers.
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