The life and work of Susan BAnthony; including public addresses, her own letters and many from her contemporaries during fifty years . owedand furnished with two desks, two chairs, a little table—and the senior editor,Mrs. Stanton. The short, substantial figure, with its handsome black dressand silver crown of curls, is sufficiently interesting. The fresh, girlish com-plexion, the laughing blue eyes and jolly voice are yet more so. Beside herstands her sixteen-year-old daughter, who is as plump, as jolly, as laughing-eyed as her mother. We study Cady Stantons handsome face as she talkson rapid
The life and work of Susan BAnthony; including public addresses, her own letters and many from her contemporaries during fifty years . owedand furnished with two desks, two chairs, a little table—and the senior editor,Mrs. Stanton. The short, substantial figure, with its handsome black dressand silver crown of curls, is sufficiently interesting. The fresh, girlish com-plexion, the laughing blue eyes and jolly voice are yet more so. Beside herstands her sixteen-year-old daughter, who is as plump, as jolly, as laughing-eyed as her mother. We study Cady Stantons handsome face as she talkson rapidly and facetiously. Nothing little or mean in that face; no line ofdistrust or irony ; neither are there wrinkles of care—life has been pleasantto this woman. We hear a bustle in the outer room—rapid voices and laughing questions —then the door is suddenly throv/n open and in steps a young Aurora, habitedin a fur-trimmed cloak, with a jaunty black velvet cap and snowy feather setupon her dark clustering curls. What sprite is this, whose eyes flash andsparkle with a thousand happy thoughts, whose dimples and rosy lips and. SUSAN B. ANTHONY. At the Age of 46 ESTABLISHING THE REVOLUTION. 303 white teeth make so charming a picture? My dear Anna, says Susan,starting up, and theres a shower of kisses. Then follows an introduction toAnna Dickinson. As we clasp hands for a moment, I look into the greatgray eyes that have flashed with indignation and grown moist with pity be-fore thousands of audiences. They are radiant with mirth now, beaming asa childs, and with graceful abandon she throws herself into a chair and be-gins a ripple of gay talk. The two pretty assistants come in and look at herwith loving eyes; we all cluster around while she wittilj^ recounts her re-cent lecturing experience. As the little lady keeps up her merry talk, I thinkover these three representative women. The , comely matronsitting there hand-in-hand with her daughter, intellectual, large
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