rred for procuring the desired knowledge.

Ernest and Ada Grosvenor came in together, and to the casual observer
seemed much engrossed with each other, but I noticed that Dawn could
not speak or move, but a pair of quick dark eyes caught every detail.
So far so good, but it was necessary for Dawn to think the prize just
a little farther out of reach than it was to make it attractive to her
disposition, so I set about attaining this end by a very simple
method.

Miss Grosvenor had called to invite us to a meeting she had convened,
to listen to a public address by a lady who was going to head a
deputation to Walker afterwards, and we had decided to go. Mrs Bray's
husband also dropped in, and to my surprise proved not the hen-pecked
nonentity one would expect after hearing his wife's aggressive
diatribes, but a stalwart man of six feet, with a comely face
bespeaking solid determination in every line. And when one comes to
think of it, it is not the big blustering man or woman that rules, but
the quiet, apparently inane specimens that look so meek that they are
held up as models of propriety and gentleness. Miss Grosvenor
immediately nailed him for her meeting, and politics being the only
subject discussed, he aired his particular bug. This was his disgust
at the top-heaviness of the Labour party's demands, and the railway
people's easy times as compared with that of the farmer.

"I believe," said he, "in every man, if he can, working only eight
hours a-day--though I have to work sixteen myself for precious little
return, but these fellows are running the country to blazes. The rules
of supply and demand must sway the labour or any other market all the
world over, and they'll have to see that and haul in their sails."

"Who are you going to vote for?" inquired Andrew.

"I'm goin' for Henderson, and the missus for Walker."

"It's a wonder you don't compel Mrs Bray to vote for your man."

"No fear; I'm pleased she's taken the opposite chap, just to
illustrate my opinion on what liberty of opinion should be; but I
won't deny," he concluded, with a humorous smile, "that I mightn't be
so pleased with her going against me if I was set on either of them,
but as it is neither are worth a vote, so that I'm pretty well
sitting on a rail myself."

"I thought your first announcement almost too liberal to be true,"
laughed Miss Grosvenor.

"No, I will say that Mr Bray is a man does treat his women proper, and
give 'em liberty