"We are prepared to bear all the expense of publication and offer you a salary of one hundred dollars a month to conduct the paper; but of course we should expect to control the policy of it absolutely. We purpose to make it the organ of the Woman's Suffrage Movement here. I should myself dictate most of the editorials." "You should, Madam?" he exclaimed. "Yes." "And where would I come in?" "Oh, we should want you to do the work, get up advertisements, write special articles along such educational lines for the movement as we should suggest. You would 'come in' a great deal, Mr. Carter. You would be the busiest man in Jordantown." "But, good Lord--beg pardon! You want me to become a woman suffragist, Madam--and I'm a man!" "We should certainly require you to work for it. Suffrage for women is not a matter of sex. It's a question of common justice." "At what salary did you say?" he asked after a thoughtful pause. "One hundred dollars a month, and we pay the expense of publication," she answered. Carter had never cleared a dollar as editor of the _Signal_. He could not even have supported himself if he had paid the interest on his mortgage. Still he hesitated. He was not sure that this offer did not mean the sale of his manhood, on the installment plan, at so much a month. He wondered what the men would think of this arrangement. His wit in the paper had long consisted in humorous comments upon the modern woman, and the Suffrage Movement in particular. "Give me time to think it over," he said. "Until to-morrow morning," she said, rising. "In case you accept the position we shall expect you at nine o'clock. There is some advertising stuff for the next issue, and I shall want to dictate an editorial." "And if I do not accept?" he put in as she advanced toward the door. "In that case we shall take charge of the _Signal_ as soon as we can foreclose the mortgage," she answered without looking back. "Er--good afternoon, Mrs. Walton!" he suddenly called after her. "Good afternoon. Remember, promptly at nine o'clock!" she returned, still without looking back. Carter sat for an hour after her departure scratching his chin. He crossed his legs, shook his elevated foot, showed every sign of profound concentration. He was making up his mind to become a decimal point in the Woman Suffrage Movement. It was like making up his mind to be born again, and not so well born at that! But "promptly at nine o'clock" the following morning he appeared at Susan's office in the Woman's Building, accepted the nominal editorship of the _Signal_, and submitted to the indignity of taking down the editorial which she dictated. On Saturday the _Signal_ appeared. It was a wonder. The entire front page was taken up with an advertisement of the Women's Cooeperative Store. The quality of everything was the best. The prices quoted were far below what they had ever been before in Jordantown.