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.
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