Their festivities would not be complete without her; she loved them, went to their parties, had the right word to say, and came home happy, her arms full of flowers.
It was all beautiful and heart-warming, but it had to be paid for. May 10 brought the punishment for this season.
“Annual Woman Suffrage supper.
I was to have spoken at this occasion and to have recited the poem which I wrote for Castle Square Theatre, but it was otherwise ordained.
I rose as usual, my head a little misty.
A mighty blow of vertigo seized me.... The elder Wesselhoeft
pronounced it a ‘brain fag,’ not likely to have serious results, but emphatically a warning
not to abuse further my nervous strength.
Got up in afternoon and finished ‘Villa Claudia
’ ; was bitterly sad at disappointing the suffragists and Deland
was asked on this occasion why, at her age, so severe an attack as this had not resulted in paralysis.
“Because,” he replied, “she brought to receive it the strength of forty years of age!”
Sure enough, the next day she felt as if her “nervous balance was very well restored,” and in a week she was at work again.
.... In the evening had word of a Decoration Day poem needed.
At once tried some lines.”
. Doubted much of my poem, but wrote it, spending most of the working hours over it; wrote and rewrote, corrected again and again.
mailed it at about 4 P. M.... Just as I went to bed I remembered that in the third verse of my poem I had ”