Honoré Willsie

“ There has been no time in the past thirty years when Wyoming could not have given state aid to any prospective mother, no matter how remotely she might have hid herself in the ranges. But her politicians would not have it so. Hughie, when I was a girl of twelve, I was alone on the ranch with my mother. We were too poor and too ignorant. She died in child birth—me, alone, a little girl, trying to help her, trying to save the baby, to save her. ”

“ There probably is one single thing on which all their hearts are set. We’ve got to find out what that is.”
“I can name one thing right now,” said Elijah. “Offer to put Hugh Stewart out of state politics and they’d give you the Children’s Code.”
Every one laughed again.
“Jokes aside,” said Mrs. Ellis suddenly. “Even if we wanted to do such an absurd thing, I doubt if we could do it. The ranchers of this state want him. The young men of education want him and the women want him. He belongs to Wyoming now and he can’t be shoved in and out of politics like a wax figure”
Hugh moved impatiently. ”

“ And I’ve noticed that she’s very popular with the cowmen.”
“Popular!” snorted Johnny. “Let me tell you that Jessie Morgan is the whole works in the association. Why, she has no real idea herself of the influence she has. She’s got her mother’s gift for politics with, excuse me, Mrs. Morgan, a kind of natural frankness and friendliness that her mother hasn’t. More than that, she’s a real Wyoming girl. She knows horses, she knows cattle. She’s learned the problems the fellows that raise steers have, and she’s interested, heart and soul, in them. ”