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An hour passed； and another； and still the train did
not come。 Miss Anthony； her back braced against
the wall； buried her face in her hands and dropped
into a peaceful abyss of slumber； while I walked
restlessly up and down the platform。 The train
arrived four hours late； and when eventually we had
reached our destination we learned that the min…
isters of the town had persuaded the women to give
up the suffrage meeting scheduled for that night； as
it was Sunday。
This disappointment； following our all…day and
all…night drive to keep our appointment； aroused
Miss Anthony's fighting spirit。 She sent me out to
rent the theater for the evening； and to have some
hand…bills printed and distributed； announcing that
we would speak。 At three o'clock she made the
concession to her seventy years of lying down for
an hour's rest。 I was young and vigorous； so I
trotted around town to get somebody to preside；
somebody to introduce us； somebody to take up
the collection； and somebody who would provide
musicin short； to make all our preparations for
the night meeting。
When evening came the crowd which had assem…
bled was so great that men and women sat in the
windows and on the stage； and stood in the flies。
Night attractions were rare in that Dakota town；
and here was something new。 Nobody went to
church； so the churches were forced to close。 We
had a glorious meeting。 Both Miss Anthony and I
were in excellent fighting trim； and Miss Anthony
remarked that the only thing lacking to make me
do my best was a sick headache。 The collection we
took up paid all our expenses； the church singers
sang for us； the great audience was interested； and
the whole occasion was an inspiring success。
The meeting ended about half after ten o'clock；
and I remember taking Miss Anthony to our hotel
and escorting her to her room。 I also remember
that she followed me to the door and made some
laughing remark as I left for my own room； but I
recall nothing more until the next morning when
she stood beside me telling me it was time for break…
fast。 She had found me lying on the cover of my
bed； fully clothed even to my bonnet and shoes。
I had fallen there； utterly exhausted； when I entered
my room the night before； and I do not think I had
even moved from that time until the moment
nine hours laterwhen I heard her voice and felt
her hand on my shoulder。
After all our work； we did not win Dakota that
year； but Miss Anthony bore the disappointment
with the serenity she always showed。 To her a
failure was merely another opportunity； and I men…
tion our experience here only to show of what she
was capable in her gallant seventies。 But I should
misrepresent her if I did not show her human and
sentimental side as well。 With all her detachment
from human needs she had emotional moments； and
of these the most satisfying came when she was
listening to music。 She knew nothing whatever
about music； but was deeply moved by it； and I re…
member vividly one occasion when Nordica sang
for her； at an afternoon reception given by a Chicago
friend in ‘‘Aunt Susan's'' honor。 As it happened；
she had never heard Nordica sing until that day；
and before the music began the great artiste and the
great leader met； and in the moment of meeting
became friends。 When Nordica sang； half an hour
later； she sang directly to Miss Anthony； looking
into her eyes； and ‘‘Aunt Susan'' listened with her
own eyes full of tears。 When the last notes had been
sung she went to the singer and put both arms
around her。 The music had carried her back to her
girlhood and to the sentiment of sixteen。
‘‘Oh； Nordica；'' she sighed； ‘‘I could die listening
to such singing！''
Another example of her unquenchable youth has
also a Chicago setting。 During the World's Fair a
certain clergyman made an especially violent stand
in favor of closing the Fair grounds on Sunday。
Miss Anthony took issue with him。
‘‘If I had charge of a young man in Chicago at this
time；'' she told the clergyman； ‘‘I would much
rather have him locked inside the Fair grounds on
Sunday or any other day than have him going
about on the outside。''
The clergyman was horrified。 ‘‘Would you like
to have a son of yours go to Buffalo Bill's Wild West
Show on Sunday？'' he demanded。
‘‘Of course I would；'' admitted Miss Anthony。
‘‘In fact； I think he would learn more there than
from the sermons preached in some churches。''
Later this remark was repeated to Colonel Cody
（‘‘Buffalo Bill''）； who； of course； was delighted with
it。 He at once wrote to Miss Anthony； thanking
her for the breadth of her views； and offering her a
box for his ‘‘Show。'' She had no strong desire
to see the performance； but some of us urged her to
accept the invitation and to take us with her。 She
was always ready to do anything that would give
us pleasure； so she promised that we should go the
next afternoon。 Others heard of the jaunt and
begged to go also； and Miss Anthony blithely took
every applicant under her wing； with the result that
when we arrived at the box…office the next day
there were twelve of us in the group。 When she
presented her note and asked for a box； the local
manager looked doubtfully at the delegation。
‘‘A box only holds six；'' he objected； logically。
Miss Anthony； who had given no thought to that
slight detail； looked us over and smiled her seraphic
smile。
‘‘Why； in that case；'' she said； cheerfully； ‘‘you'll
have to give us two boxes； won't you？''
The amused manager decided that he would； and
handed her the tickets； and she led her band to
their places in triumph。 When the performance be…
gan Colonel Cody； as was his custom； entered the
arena from the far end of the building； riding his
wonderful horse and bathed； of course； in the efful…
gence of his faithful spot…light。 He rode directly
to our boxes； reined his horse in front of Miss An…
thony； rose in his stirrups； and with his characteris…
tic gesture swept his slouch…hat to his saddle…bow in
salutation。 ‘‘Aunt Susan'' immediately rose； bowed
in her turn and； for the moment as enthusiastic as a
girl； waved her handkerchief at him； while the big
audience； catching the spirit of the scene； wildly
applauded。 It was a striking picture this meeting
of the pioneer man and woman； and； poor as I am；
I would give a hundred dollars for a snapshot of it。
On many occasions I saw instances of Miss An…
thony's prescienceand one of these was connected
with the death of Frances E。 Willard。 ‘‘Aunt
Susan'' had called on Miss Willard； and； coming to
me from the sick…room； had walked the floor； beating
her hands together as she talked of the visit。
‘‘Frances Willard is dying；'' she exclaimed； pas…
sionately。 ‘‘She is dying； and she doesn't know it；
and no one around her realizes it。 She is lying there；
seeing into two worlds； and making more plans than
a thousand women could carry out in ten years。
Her brain is wonderful。 She has the most extraor…
dinary clearness of vision。 There should be a stenog…
rapher in that room； and every word she utters
should be taken down； for every word is golden。
But they don't understand。 They can't realize that
she is going。 I told Anna Gordon the truth； but she
won't believe it。''
Miss Willard died a few days later； with a sudden…
ness which seemed to be a terrible shock to those
around her。
Of ‘‘Aunt Susan's'' really remarkable lack of self…
consciousness we who worked close to her had a
thousand extraordinary examples。 Once； I remem…
ber； at the New Orleans Convention； she reached
the hall a little late； and as she entered the great
audience already assembled gave her a tremendous
reception。 The exercises of the day had not yet
begun； and Miss Anthony stopped short and looked
around for an explanation of the outburst。 It never
for a moment occurred to her that the tribute was
to her。
‘‘What has happened； Anna？'' she asked at last。
‘‘You happened； Aunt Susan；'' I had to explain。
Again； on the great ‘‘College Night'' of the Balti…
more Convention； when President M。 Carey Thomas
of Bryn Mawr College had finished her wonderful
tribute to Miss Anthony； the audience； carried away
by the speech and also by the presence of the vener…
able leader on the platform； broke into a whirlwind
of applause。 In this ‘‘Aunt Susan'' artlessly joined；
clapping her hands as hard as she could。 ‘‘This is
all for you； Aunt Susan；'' I whispered； ‘‘so it isn't
your time to applaud。''
‘‘Aunt Susan'' continued to clap。 ‘‘Nonsense；''
she said； briskly。 ‘‘It's not for me。 It's for the
Causethe Cause！''
Miss Anthony told me in 1904 that she regarded
her reception in Berlin； during the meeting of the
International Council of Women that year； as the
climax of her career。