liament; whereas the
country member, to become acquainted with the vast area he represented
and the requirements of its inhabitants and attend parliamentary
sittings, had no time left to be anything but a member of parliament,
precariously depending upon re-election for a livelihood.

Dawn threw herself into the contest with great enthusiasm, and also
industriously pursued her vocal studies, but for her was exceptionally
subdued and inclined to be cross on the smallest provocation. She had
become so engrossed in political meetings that "Dora" Eweword, who was
continually at Clay's since the retreat of Ernest, one day
remonstrated with her. She had made a political meeting the excuse for
declining to go rowing with him, whereupon he remarked--

"Oh, leave 'em to the old maids, Dawn. You'll grow into a scarecrow
that would frighten any man away if you hang on to politics much
more."

"Well, if it would frighten _some_ men away, I'd go in for them twice
as much," snapped the girl. "I suppose you admire the style of girls
who are going around now saying, after some straightforward women have
said what we all feel and got the vote, 'Oh, I don't care for the
vote. Let men rule; they are the stronger vessel. Politics don't
belong to women,' and so on. You'd think me a sweet little womanly
dear if I croaked like that; but you keep your brightest eye on that
sort of a squarker, and for all her noise about being content with her
rights, you'll see that she takes more than her share of the good of
the reforms that other women have worked for."

"Oh Lord!" good-temperedly giggled "Dora," for home truths that would
be considered sheer spleen from a plain girl are taken as fine fun
when uttered by a girl as physically attractive as Dawn.

During the second week of the footballer's absence, who should appear
to lend a hand on the side of Leslie Walker but Mr Pornsch, _uncle_ of
the late Miss Flipp. He arrived with the callousness worthy of a
certain department of man's character, and addressed a meeting with as
much pomp and self-confidence and talk of bettering the morals of the
people, as though he had been an Ellice Hopkins. He had the further
effrontery to visit Clay's and feign crocodile grief for the
deplorable fate of his niece. He protested his shame and horror,
together with a desire for revenge, so loudly that I resolved that he
should not be disappointed, that the dead girl should be in a slight
measure avenged, and h