those ahead may live under as the fruits of the
self-sacrificing labour of those now fighting for their ideals?

NO!

TWENTY-ONE.

THINGS GO MORE WRONG.

Grandma could think of nothing but the clerk's insult when she had
gone for her electoral right.

"Him! that thing! What's he employed for but to do this work, and if
he ain't prepared to do it decent, why don't he give up an' let a
better man in his place? They're easy to be got. 'Runnin' after a
vote,' indeed! But that's where I made me big mistake. I should have
stayed at home and writ to him, an' he'd have been compelled to send
the police with it. That's what I ought to have done, an' let me
servants that I'm taxed to keep do the work they're dying for want of,
instead of doin' it meself; but at any rate I got me right safe an'
sure," she said with satisfaction. "A long time we'd be getting them
if all men was like him, which, thank God, they ain't. But that's the
way with all these fellers in a Government job; they think they're
Lord Muck, and too good to speak to the folk that's keeping them
there, and only for which they wouldn't be there at all. Only for
Oscar Lawyer and Mr Pornsch--and Dawn, where are you? Mr Pornsch was
very nice to me, an' I asked him to tea, an' to come down for some of
them little things belongin' to his niece. He's very cut up about
her."

"Yes, about as cut up about her as Uncle Jake would be over me."

"Now, Dawn, how do you know?" severely inquired the old dame.

"I know very well that old men with his delightful slenderness of
figure, and men who have drunk all the champagne and other poison it
must have taken to colour his nose that way, haven't got much true
feeling left, except for a bottle of wine, and a feed of something
high and well seasoned."

However, Mr Pornsch presently arrived, and illustrated by his
smickering at Dawn that notwithstanding his grief for a dead girl he
yet retained an eye for the charms of a living one. It also transpired
that he would not have waited for an invitation to call upon us.

This sweet bachelor champion of Women's Protection Bills, who had so
long deprived some woman of the felicity of being his wife, had
apparently determined to hastily repair the omission, and it soon
became evident that he meant to honour no less a person than Dawn in
this connection--Dawn! a princess in her own right, by reason of her
health, her beauty, her youth, and her honest maidenhood!

He took