But, as she said goodnight when the editor went forth to his duties, she gently added these words: “If you really think, ‘So the matter ends,’ your thinking ends a very long ways from the end, I assure you.”

The editor smiled a little half smile and hurried on to his task. The parting shot his wife had given him had, seemingly, missed its mark. Preoccupied with a matter of immediate personal interest, he lost sight of whatever other consideration. For some days he had revolved in his mind a little labor problem of his own.

He had wished! to wind up his ten years of editorial service with the acquisition of a greater editorial freedom. The Western Commonwealth needed, in his judgment, a new impetus. He alone should becharged with the responsibility. He wished the editorial department to cover a wider range of topics, to be treated with all the seriousness and interested ability he could command. He would return to the old Greeley way and edit his paper under the inspiration of convictions: make the Commonwealth, like the elder Tribune, the repository of ideas.

He had communicated his plan to the board of directors. And this night on which he had been told by the intuitive mind of the woman he loved that he had not thought to the end of a problem he had so long dismissed as being no problem at all, he was informed by the directors whose opinion he had affected to despise that if he wished to bring the journal whose