up the
collection, and somebody who would provide music--in short, to make all
our preparations for the night meeting.

When evening came the crowd which had assembled 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 breakfast. 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 later--when 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 mention 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 remember 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 t