From collection Frances Willard Journal Transcripts
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November 26, 1893
Letters from America rec'd this morning show that poor W T Stead is going on in the most mad way in Chicago-calling great public meetings in Central Music Hall in which he denounces-temperance people as doing more harm to the cause than anybody else-saying that of the [...]saloonkeepers we must get "the best two thousand " to take hold & help-introducing a pardoned anarchist to the audience some of whose members threaten dynamite &c & so on. Nan writes that he went to Rest Cottage & sitting in my den told of the messages he had from Yolande & his "telepathic interview" with Lady Brook we all know. Alas & alas! He told me months ago that he felt "crawlings all over [entry continues onto space for 11/27Jspinal column & head"-this accounts I fear for his proceedings.
November 27, 1S93
Somers & Arthur here over Sunday & planning for a reputable "Music Hall" in Somerstown for the people. I should be glad for all sakes if the boy developed an enthusiasm to give good times to the people & do them no harm. Heaven speed the venture! Harmless fun for its own sake is good & natural-my Mother's way with her children-helping us to make a comedy of our lonesome lives-taught me that long ago. How little surcease or solace Cossie has! I never knew one who gave her self to others more completely. God bless her!
November 28, 1893
Cossie wrote so sweet & mindful (I did to her [?]-never were love & trust completer. I am so sorry she works so hard-it is not right nor good for her or the Cause Dictated & biked-early to bed for I have had 2 restless nights. So sorry about W T Stead who has behaved like a madman in America-the papers full of it. Poor fellow he is overworked & unstrung & doesn't know it. Bess Gordon is a good girl-true & loving hearted-she is growingly like unto her blessed father. The Priory looms up grandly-a stately home for Lady Henry's son. May he be good & outgrow all else.
November 29, 1893
In London.
Rose at 7-breakfast 8. Sat in my pretty, quiet den & read my mail-now grown so large-from all parts of Christendom. All through my public life this mail has come between me St the speeches, articles, stories! poems! that I have "felt it in my bones" I could write. I have grieved over it too-but doubtless it
