p. "Nonsense," she said, briskly. "It's not
for me. It's for the Cause--the Cause!"

Miss Anthony told me in 1904 that she regarded her reception in Berlin,
during the meeting of the International Council of Women that year, as
the climax of her career. She said it after the unexpected and
wonderful ovation she had received from the German people, and certainly
throughout her inspiring life nothing had happened that moved her more
deeply.

For some time Mrs. Carrie Chapman Catt, of whose splendid work for the
Cause I shall later have more to say, had cherished the plan of forming
an International Suffrage Alliance. She believed the time had come when
the suffragists of the entire world could meet to their common benefit;
and Miss Anthony, always Mrs. Catt's devoted friend and admirer, agreed
with her. A committee was appointed to meet in Berlin in 1904, just
before the meeting of the International Council of Women, and Miss
Anthony was appointed chairman of the committee. At first the plan of
the committee was not welcomed by the International Council; there was
even a suspicion that its purpose was to start a rival organization.
But it met, a constitution was framed, and officers were elected, Mrs.
Catt--the ideal choice for the place--being made president. As a climax
to the organization, a great public mass-meeting had been arranged by
the German suffragists, but at the special plea of the president of the
International Council Miss Anthony remained away from this meeting. It
was represented to her that the interests of the Council might suffer if
she and other of its leading speakers were also leaders in the suffrage
movement. In the interest of harmony, there fore, she followed the
wishes of the Council's president--to my great unhappiness and to that
of other suffragists.

When the meeting was opened the first words of the presiding officer
were, "Where is Susan B. Anthony?" and the demonstration that followed
the question was the most unexpected and overwhelming incident of the
gathering. The entire audience rose, men jumped on their chairs, and the
cheering continued without a break for ten minutes. Every second of that
time I seemed to see Miss Anthony, alone in her hotel room, longing with
all her big heart to be with us, as we longed to have her. I prayed that
the loss of a tribute which would have meant so much might be made up
to her, and it was. Afterward, when we burst in upon her and told her
of the g