you stand for it, Jane!"

"After all, it is a part of Jerry's business."

"Jerry's business is to make women care for him. It is very dangerous
business and apt to be bitter for his wife," said Bobs.

"I think I understand his temperament and his temptations fairly well,
but I prefer to trust him."

"You'll regret it, mark my words."

"Sit down and have lunch with me. There isn't much to tempt you, but I'd
like to have you."

"Thanks, I will. I get blue these days. I'm all off my form."

"You take such poor care of yourself. Meals when you remember; no
exercise, just work."

"I wish I could work myself to death. I'm sorry I can't."

"Do you sleep well?"

"No."

"How is 'Woman' coming along?"

"Very uneven. Some days good, some days awful."

"Come over to Union Square with me this afternoon. The I. W. W. people
are going to explain the Paterson strike."

"Are you interested in the Paterson strike?"

"Yes, because it affects so many women. I'm deeply interested in woman's
industrial fight, aren't you?"

"I used to be. But what's the use? Woman is trying to fight her way
against the two strongest forces in the world, first, Nature--her own
damnable, emotional impotence--second, Man, the cave-dweller."

"You think men don't want her to advance?"

"Man wants things to go on as they did a hundred years ago; woman, the
dependant, the begetter, the chattel."

"Not all of them----"

"Well, we won't get anywhere until men are with us, and help us, and
that's--never!"

"It's too late to say that. We're started, we are far on the way, we've
got to convert them."

"Have you tried your hand at converting Jerry?" Bobs laughed. "I advise
you not to try. He once put it all into a phrase-- The woman I marry
must have only one career--Jerry Paxton.'"

Jane made no comment.

"They don't know what we're talking about; they don't want to know. They
refuse to admit what education and economic conditions have done to us.
It means a readjustment. It's uncomfortable. They won't have it."

"It's human nature to fight change, but change takes place every second,
just the same," said Jane.

"I hope change breeds a brand of us without sex instinct before I come
again," said Bobs, and went away.

Jane sat still where she had left her for several minutes. She was weak,
as if she had looked on at a fellow creature bleeding to death. When she
went out later, her thoughts were still full of Bobs and how she could
help