CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
NOVEMBER 1871
One year remained until the presidential election. The event I had carefully planned for today tested exactly how a woman attempting to vote would be treated. At best, our band of reformers would gain notoriety for succeeding; at worst, we would be arrested like so many suffragists before us. Either way, I was sure to make the papers. I even invited Johnny to accompany us as we made our way to the polling place to ensure every moment would be documented in the Herald for posterity.
Approximately a dozen women, including Tennie and me, were gathered in the drawing room of our Murray Hill mansion when the clock struck half past two. We had registered to vote two days before without anyone trying to stop us, so the atmosphere was one of hopeful excitement
