The National tribune. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1877-1917, 1906-03-22
SUSAN B. ANTHONY.

sneered, openly scoffed, and a little
later retreated with bleeding backs
from the logic of her tongue-lashing.
That was the opening wedge. Miss An
thony pounded that wedge day after
day for 70 years, and she saw before
she died that the selfish old world had
cracked wide open to women in every
way, shape and form, except to accord
her the privilege Of the ballot This
she firmly believed they would ulti-
mately receive.
But, oh, the pathos OF II. As that
strong, sweet old soul, worn to saintli-
ness by its struggle with the selfishness
and cupidity OF nature, was winging
for flight. Miss Anthony's tired eyes
opened for the last time, and she cried
out YEARLY, ITO think that I have had
more than so years OF hard struggle
for little liberty, and then to die
without 1t seems SO cruel!''
Rev. Anna Howard Shaw, who was
with her. said:
"Your legacy will be freedom for all
womankind after you are gone. Your
splendid struggle has changed life for
women everywhere"
She replied: IF it has 1 have lived
to some purpose
That reply of Miss Shaw's should be
beacon light for every woman. A
woman's right to herself, her right to
property. her right to her children, her
to-day, Is due to the fight made under
the leadership OF Susan b. Anthony.
Miss Anthony was several times
abroad on suffrage missions, but two
years ago, when she made her last trip
to attend the great International Coun-
Gil OF Women. she was received like q
Queen. The Empress Of Germany re-
ceived her as a guest In her palace.
Queens and crowned heads all over
Europe were pleased to do her honor.
Miss Anthony accepted 1t all for the
cause" The blessed woman never
could seem to believe that all the hon.
age, ali the adulation, all the honor
was for woman who represented prin-
ciples, and not for the principles them
selves, although 1t must be said that
in honoring the grand old woman of
America the world was also honoring.
if not accepting, the truths for which
she gave her heart, her soul, her
money, aye, her very life.
Miss Anthony's brain was as clear the
day she died as it had been at any time
during her life. To the end she car
rfed herself erect. well poised, almost
regal in appearance. She would have
attracted attention in any crowd. She
but looked taller. because she had a
slender, well-built figure. She had a
strong face like those Of the ideal Ro-
man matrons, with clear, bright, blue
eyes, and wore her crown Of snow
white hair just the same way that she
wore It when she first put up her braids
70 years ago and as you see ii In the
picture. Miss Anthony was not hand.
some. She had not a good complexion;
she had g. mouth whose outlines were
stern; her Jaws were too square; the
whole expression of her face in her
earlier womanhood altogether too stern
for the ideal ''motherly' woman. In
later years this expression softened
wonderfully and when I saw her last,
only few days before her death.
dressed for her birthday celebration in
rich black satin, with point-lace collar
and undersleeves. and about her fine,
square shoulders the red crepe shawl
that had become famous. thought her
one of the worlds magnificent women
Miss Anthony left all her little prop.
erty to the cause" and to the Con-
gressional Library her precious manu-
scripts, collections OF suffrage litera-
ture. the finest and completest in the
world, and many autograph letters. Be-
side. she left to the world in four large
volumes the history Of the woman
movement and Of suffrage written un-
der her own eye and largely at her own
dictation. by Mrs. Ida Hustled Harper,
one OF the brilliant and brainy younger
women who was for years Miss An
thongs chosen friend and her biogra-
pher.
The good that Miss Anthony did will
not be inferred with her bones" I'll
has so many million living witnesses
among the women who have profited
by the life battle OF Miss Anthony that
they can never forget what she has done
for them, nor can the world OF women
who think ever fail to emulate her
splendid example.
But. despite all this. the loss to the |
world Of such a life is like the goineI
out Of 4 great light.