for him. The boys who saw the joke enjoyed it very much
indeed, as he strolled along with the self-importance befitting so
prominent a citizen.

The beautiful voice of the candidate rose and fell, occasionally
halting till the usual cheers or guffaws died away, and the meeting
ended in the customary way. What good to the country was likely to
accrue from it? On the other hand--what harm?

To be abroad in the open air with comfort at that time of the year,
and at that hour of the night, illustrated the beautiful climate of
that latitude if nothing more, and every one was harmlessly
entertained, for good-humour characterised the whole affair.

Tea, coffee, and cheese abounded for all comers at the committee rooms of
Leslie Walker--the candidate supported by the temperance societies; and on
behalf of Olliver Henderson there was an "open night" at Jimmeny's "pub.,"
with the result--as published by the Oppositionists--that boys of fourteen
and sixteen were lying drunk in the gutters.

The next day, however, was the culmination of the whole thing.

Dawn almost wept that she was not of age to vote, and as I was so
comfortably indifferent as to which man won, I offered to cast my vote
for the one she favoured, but she declined.

"That would only be the same as men having the vote and thinking they
know how to represent us," she said.

But though she couldn't vote she worked hard for her side, and with a
big rosette of pink and blue decorating her dimpling bosom, and
streamers of the same flying from her whip and her pony's headstall,
she was out all day driving voters to the booth, where for the first
time in that town women produced an electoral right. The Federal
election had been conducted without them.

In the forenoon Larry Witcom drove Carry to vote in state--otherwise a
brand-new sulky he had recently purchased; and such is human nature
that we were all sufficiently malicious to be secretly pleased that
poor old Uncle Jake could not vote at all, because he had only an
obsolete red elector's right, and he should have procured an
up-to-date blue one.

It was a genial sunshiny day, and the lucerne and rape fields and the
Chinese gardens on either hand were beautifully green, as grandma
noticed when during the afternoon she and I drove in the old sulky to
cast our vote.

"Poor Jake! I'm sorry he can't vote, though he ain't goin' for my
man," she remarked. "But don't it seem like a judgment on him for
bein' so n