he last
notes had been sung she went to the singer and put both arms around her.
The music had carried her back to her girlhood and to the sentiment of
sixteen.

"Oh, Nordica," she sighed, "I could die listening to such singing!"

Another example of her unquenchable youth has also a Chicago setting.
During the World's Fair a certain clergyman made an especially violent
stand in favor of closing the Fair grounds on Sunday. Miss Anthony took
issue with him.

"If I had charge of a young man in Chicago at this time," she told the
clergyman, "I would much rather have him locked inside the Fair grounds
on Sunday or any other day than have him going about on the outside."

The clergyman was horrified. "Would you like to have a son of yours go
to Buffalo Bill's Wild West Show on Sunday?" he demanded.

"Of course I would," admitted Miss Anthony. "In fact, I think he would
learn more there than from the sermons preached in some churches."

Later this remark was repeated to Colonel Cody ("Buffalo Bill"), who,
of course, was delighted with it. He at once wrote to Miss Anthony,
thanking her for the breadth of her views, and offering her a box for
his "Show." She had no strong desire to see the performance, but some of
us urged her to accept the invitation and to take us with her. She was
always ready to do anything that would give us pleasure, so she promised
that we should go the next afternoon. Others heard of the jaunt and
begged to go also, and Miss Anthony blithely took every applicant under
her wing, with the result that when we arrived at the box-office the
next day there were twelve of us in the group. When she presented her
note and asked for a box, the local manager looked doubtfully at the
delegation.

"A box only holds six," he objected, logically. Miss Anthony, who had
given no thought to that slight detail, looked us over and smiled her
seraphic smile.

"Why, in that case," she said, cheerfully, "you'll have to give us two
boxes, won't you?"

The amused manager decided that he would, and handed her the tickets;
and she led her band to their places in triumph. When the performance
began Colonel Cody, as was his custom, entered the arena from the far
end of the building, riding his wonderful horse and bathed, of course,
in the effulgence of his faithful spot-light. He rode directly to our
boxes, reined his horse in front of Miss Anthony, rose in his stirrups,
and with his characteristic gesture swept his slouc