Concerning the Event [excerpt]

     A representative of The Post Express overtook Miss Anthony on East avenue one day this week. She was accompanied by a gentleman whom introductions disclosed to be her brother, Colonel Anthony, the “fighting editor” from Kansas. It was the intention of the newspaper representative to ask Miss Anthony if she had anything to say about anarchists in the United States, but before the representative had had time to put the question to her, she zealously inquired—“And what is your paper saying these days about the assassin and his kind?” “Ah!” replied the newspaper woman, “I stepped up to you, Miss Anthony, so you would tell me something to put into the paper.” “Well, is there anything better than deportation for anarchists, think you? That is the best thing to be done with them, isn’t it?” Colonel Anthony sustained his sister’s views, and was vehement on the subject of deportation.

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     Often it has come into the public’s mind within the past two weeks, to wonder why, if there was a Mrs. John G. Milburn, there was not more heard about her. The Milburn family, as is known, moved out of their house in toto, to give it up to the president’s uses, with the exception of the head of the house, President McKinley occupying the room of the two sons, who are students at Eton college [sic], England. The staff correspondent of The Post Express, who was at Buffalo during the president’s week of suffering, when asked on his return to tell something of Mrs. Milburn, said that the wife of the now nationally distinguished host, was a womanly woman, of modest but strong, distinguished bearing, yet unostentatious in manner, and with an unmistakable depth of feeling and largeness of heart. “Many women of fashion would drive up to the Milburn residence,” said he, “and deposit their cards with an air as if they were attending a function, but Mrs. Milburn, not oftener than once a day, would drive quietly to her home, unobtrusively enter it, aiming to do [so?] unnoticed, if possible, and after remaining only long enough to proffer further services, as if such a thing were possible for the Milburn family, would withdraw and would drive away, quietly, as she came. On the last fateful night, when all was over, she could be seen by herself leaning against one of the trees at the corner of Ferry street and Delaware avenue, with one hand against the rope which marked the sentries’ post. The tears were in her eyes as she stood silently suffering the nation’s poignant grief; not wishing to enter her own home lest she might intrude. Mr. and Mrs. Milburn’s two sons, who came to Buffalo in June, are now about to return to their studies in England. Mrs. Milburn, by reason of her distinguished husband’s position, and her own charming and gracious personality, is a leader in Buffalo society. She is interested in many of the city’s charities, especially those for children. She is a member of the Twentieth Century club.