From collection Frances Willard Journal Transcripts
starving miners &c. I sent $50-part proceeds of articles. So far as I know I have no superfluity that I could now send-having given my watch (which Cossie "Unbeknownst to me" bought back by Helen Hood's intervention.) Cossie has given $600 and will send more. She gives to everything, does every thing & is "pulled & hauled" till I can only think that "where the carcass is there are the eagles gathered." Well-she gets so tired, the dear, witty, cute, brilliant Little Thing.
November 3, 1393
Bike again-Georgia Leaney, one of our stenographers, & Edith Goode another-gave me their "moral support" along the pleasant driveway to the Priory. We roared with laughter
-indeed the fun helped the health. I really got a bit of zest for life & that is "quite a considerable" these days for me whose curse it is to be spiritless and to sing "Here in the body pent!" Cozzie away at Leeds at Christian Workers Conference. She will infuse a bit of life into its stereotyped performance. No men admitted! not even as reporters! Every paper read-Lady H not permitted to speak hers though she asked to do so! Alys Smith went with her as guardian.
November 9, 1893
Bike again & lots o' luck only I spell it pluck! Miss Murrell the best coach I ever saw has courage & caution mixed. Cossie came home from an inspection of the coal war-she had written a most helpful acct for the Westminster Gazette-on the cars. It is heart rending. How can we sleep wake eat & go on? "A living wage" is the watchword & these men & women & little starving children are the John Hampdens of the time. Jessie Ackerman came after 5 years around the world-mellowed, thinned out-iron gray haired. She has wrought marvels in Australia-bringing in the new day for our aux.
November 10, 1893
News to stir the blood-Colorado enfranchised its women-four thousand majority!
This has been a great day with the "bike." Grace Murrell coached me & I went 12 times from cottage to Priory with her "moral support" only! she says in a week at this rate I shall be master of the steed of steel. I find I like as I always claimed- purposeful exercise but not aimless traipsing. Bess & I went to see the chrysanthemum show-what cockatoo not to say cockahoop contortions those flowers have been cork screwed into. They look like a poodle fresh from the hair dresser or a bunch of Berlin wools or corals of all sorts of shades & shapes-like any thing indeed but posies. I like them as little as I do other aristocrats.
