ve it, and on May 22,
1870, the formal transfer was made. She received the nominal sum of one
dollar, and assumed personally the entire indebtedness. She had this
dollar alone to show for two and a half years of as hard work as ever
was performed by mortal, besides all the money she had earned and
begged which had gone directly into the paper. During that time $25,000
had been expended, and the present indebtedness amounted to $10,000
more.

Miss Anthony could not view this giving up of The Revolution so
philosophically as did Mrs. Stanton; she was of very different
temperament. Into this paper she had put her ambition, her hope, her
reputation. The stronger the opposition, the firmer was her
determination not to yield, nor was it a relief to be rid of it. She
would have counted no cost too great, no work too hard, no sacrifice
too heavy, could she but have continued the publication. Not only was
it a terrible blow to her pride, but it wrung her heart. She could bear
the triumph of her enemies far better than she could the giving up of
the means by which she had expected to accomplish a great and permanent
good for women and for all humanity. On the evening of the day when the
paper passed out of her hands forever, she wrote in her diary, "It was
like signing my own death-warrant;" and in a letter to a friend she
said, "I feel a great, calm sadness like that of a mother binding out a
dear child that she could not support." To the public she kept the same
brave, unruffled exterior, but in a private letter, written a short
time afterwards, is told in a few sentences a story which makes the
heart ache:

My financial recklessness has been much talked of. Let me tell you
in what this recklessness consists: When there was need of greater
outlay, I never thought of curtailing the amount of work to lessen
the amount of cash demanded, but always doubled and quadrupled the
efforts to raise the necessary sum; rushing for contributions to
every one who had professed love or interest for the cause. If it
were 20,000 tracts for Kansas, the thought never entered my head to
stint the number--only to tramp up and down Broadway for
advertisements to pay for them. If to meet expenses of The
Revolution, it was not to pinch clerks or printers, but to make a
foray upon some money-king. None but the Good Father can ever begin
to know the terrible struggle of those years. I am not complaining,