d a convention. In these eventful times of woman
suffrage, having been separated a few days, on meeting, our
hearts were overflowing with good news for one another. While I
told Mrs. L. all I had seen and heard at Bloomington, and the
various conversations I had had with dissenting "white males" on
the trains, she told me her plans in regard to her new paper, the
_Agitator_. Having decided to call such a journal into being,
what its name should be was the question. Accordingly a council
was held of the wise men and willful women of Chicago over the
baptismal font of the new comer. The men, still clinging to the
pleasant illusions that everything emanating from woman should be
mild, gentle, serene, suggested "The Lily," "The Rose Bud," "The
New Era," "The Dawn of Day;" but Mrs. Livermore, always heroic
and brave, now defiant and determined, having fully awakened to
the power and dignity of the ballot, and stung to the very soul
with the proposed amendment for "manhood suffrage," declared that
none of those names, however touching and beautiful, expressed
what she intended the paper should be--nothing more or less than
the twin sister of _The Revolution_, whose mission is to turn
everything inside out, upside down, wrong side before. With such
intentions, she felt the _Agitator_ was the only name that fully
matched _The Revolution_. All the women present echoed her
sentiments, eschewing the "rose bud" dispensation and declaring
that they would rather get the word "male" out of the
constitution than to have a complete set of diamonds--rather have
a right to property, wages, and children, than the best seats in
the cars, and the tid-bits at the table. Thus, with one
simultaneous shout, the women proclaimed the _Agitator_. The men
calmly and sorrowfully resigned all hope of influence in the
matter, and, as they dispersed, it was evident they looked
mournfully into the future. Good Prof. Haven said that the mere
name of the _Agitator_ gave him an ague chill, and what life
would be to most men after this twin sister to _The Revolution_
was under full headway, no one could predict. Filled with
profound pity for our beloved countrymen in this their hour of
humiliation, we arrived in Milwaukee, where a delegation of
ladies and gentlemen awaited us, among