Besant sighed again. It was plain that she
could not bring herself back from the other world,
so Miss Anthony, perforce, accompanied her to it.
``When your aura goes visiting in the other
world,'' she asked, curiously, ``does it ever meet
your old friend Charles Bradlaugh?''
``Oh yes,'' declared Mrs. Besant. ``Frequently.''
``Wasn't he very much surprised,'' demanded Miss
Anthony, with growing interest, ``to discover that he
was not dead?''
Mrs. Besant did not seem to know what emotion
Mr. Bradlaugh had experienced when that revela-
tion came.
``Well,'' mused ``Aunt Susan,'' ``I should think
he would have been surprised. He was so certain
he was going to be dead that it must have been
astounding to discover he wasn't. What was he
doing in the other world?''
Mrs. Besant heaved a deeper sigh. ``I am very
much discouraged over Mr. Bradlaugh,'' she ad-
mitted, wanly. `` He is hovering too near this
world. He cannot seem to get away from his mun-
dane interests. He is as much concerned with par-
liamentary affairs now as when he was on this
plane.''
``Humph!'' said Miss Anthony; ``that's the most
sensible thing I've heard yet about the other world.
It encourages me. I've always felt sure that if I
entered the other life before women were enfran-
chised nothing in the glories of heaven would in-
terest me so much as the work for women's freedom
on earth.
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