"Could you offer twenty-five a week?" Yetta interrupted his despondency. "It would be hard," Rheinhardt said. "Sure we could--for a good man," Paulding contradicted him. "I could guarantee it myself. I've a lot of friends who are interested in _The Clarion_, but just dead sick of its sloppy appearance. I haven't seen anything in it for weeks that jolted me till this paper-box story of yours. Think of it! A Socialist paper which isn't afraid to tell the truth, but can't afford to hire the brains to do it! Yes, if we had a live-wire on the paper, I could find ten people who would pledge ten dollars a month. But what's the use of talking about it? The kind of man we need could get fifty a week--more. It's the same all the way through. We need keen men in every department and can't afford to pay their market value. If we got the right kind of a man for advertising manager--the kind we need--he'd be valuable to other richer papers. The right kind of a man for our circulation department would be worth ten thousand to a dozen other--" "I don't know anything about the business side of it," Yetta interrupted again. "But I know a lot of reporters. If you'll authorize me to offer twenty-five a week, I'll see if I can find one." "No one can work on the paper who isn't a party member," the other nonentity said. "We can't ask the Comrades to put up money to support a broken-down capitalist." "What's the use of discussing it?" Paulding asked Yetta, ignoring the nonentity. "Have you the nerve to ask a friend to take such a job? You wouldn't do it yourself." Yetta suddenly remembered that she was probably jobless. "On the contrary," she said, "if I had the right kind of training, I'd jump at it." "Well," Rheinhardt said, suddenly waking up, "I think you come nearer to what we need than any one we're likely to find. If Paulding can raise twenty-five a week, will you accept it?" "Yes," Paulding chimed in, "I'll get the money. Will you do it?" "I haven't the training," Yetta laughed, not taking the offer seriously. "I've only had six months' newspaper work altogether, and that was very specialized stuff on the Woman's page. We need some one with more general and longer experience." "You don't answer," Rheinhardt said, slumping back in his chair; "we can't get the wonder you talk about. Even with your limited experience you can earn more elsewhere." "Of course you won't take it," Paulding sneered. "Not that I blame you. I'm not taking it either." "On second thought," Yetta said, "I will." It was a complicated psychological process which caused Yetta so suddenly to throw in her lot with the struggling Socialist paper. She did not often act so impetuously.