Time is certainly no
more than a myth to Miss Mary Anthony. "Yes," said she, laughing,
"I am about to make my debut. Just think of it, a real reception in
my honor! By the time I'm eighty, my existence will probably have
become one whirl of delicious excitement."

The reporter asked to see Miss Susan B. Anthony; five minutes would
be sufficient; the matter was urgent and important.... Turning to
her the reporter said: "The Herald would like you to give an
account of your sister. You know she would never admit that she
ever did anything worth mentioning, so it is from you that the true
story must come."

She laughed as she took off her glasses, leaned back in her chair
and asked, "Where shall I begin?"

"At the beginning, please."

"Well then, my sister was born in Battenville, the youngest of four
daughters. One thing may surprise you. She, not I, is the suffrage
pioneer in our family. She attended the first woman's rights
convention, and when I came home from teaching school, I heard
nothing but suffrage talk, and how lovely Lucretia Mott was, and
how sweet Elizabeth Cady Stanton was. I didn't believe in it then,
and made fun of it; but sister Mary was a firm advocate. My
brother-in-law used to tell me that I could preach woman's rights,
but it took Mary to practice them.

"For twenty-six consecutive years, from 1857 to 1883, she taught in
our public schools. Many of the best citizens of Rochester once
went to school to her; and it is perhaps her influence upon those
minds and lives that my sister considers the most important part of
her life-work. She has always been identified with the suffrage
cause in this city and State, as I have with the national. For a
number of years she was corresponding secretary of the State
society, and for five years has been president of the city
Political Equality Club.

"I can not tell you how she has helped and sustained me. She has
kept a home where I might come to rest. From the very beginning,
she has cheered and comforted me. She has looked after the great
mass of details, my wardrobe, my business, etc., leaving me free.
She is the unseen worker who ought to share equally in whatever of
reward and praise I may have won."

The Democrat and Chronicle thus commenced a two-column account of the