CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
MAY 1872
The arrival of summer brought with it sunshine and a sense of optimism to my life. Why shouldn’t I have been happy? I was the unofficial leader of the Suffragist Convention taking place at Steinway Hall—site of some of my most momentous speeches—later that day. Not only that, I’d succeeded in getting permission to have the audience expanded again to include Spiritualists and laborers. Plus, though Elizabeth was irritated I had signed her name to a call to join the Equal Rights Party without her permission, she’d privately endorsed the party. Susan was spitting mad about all three things, not to mention the threatening article that no one spoke of publicly, but there was little she could do. All signs pointed toward a successful event, both for women’s rights a
