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。