``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 prescience--and 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.
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