orego a
revival of the old, old story that will outlive voting and many other
customs of many other times.

Among the crowd of mercurial and lustily cheering boys was my friend
Andrew, and a little farther on, lo! the knight himself. A motor cap
was jammed on his warm curls, and a football guernsey displayed the
proportions of his broad chest as his Chesterfield fell open, while
with a gaiety and freedom he lacked when addressing girls he exchanged
comments with some other young fellows, evidently fellow-motorists.

My feeble pulse quickened out of sympathy with Dawn as I caught sight
of him. It was easy to understand the hastened throb of her heart upon
first becoming aware of his presence. Who has not known what it is to
unexpectedly recognise the turn of a certain profile or the
characteristic carriage of a pair of shoulders, meaning more to the
inner heart than had a meteor flashed across the sky? Most of us have
known some one whose smile could make heaven or whose indifference
could spell hell to us, and those who by some fortuitous circumstances
have spent their life without encountering either one or both these
experiences, are still sufficiently human to regret having missed
them, and to understand how much it could have meant.

Had Dawn's blue eyes yet discovered the goodly sight?

When I presently found her the light in them betrayed that they had.

Her face shone with the inward gladness of a princess when she has
come into view of a desired kingdom--whether it shall endure or be
destroyed and replaced by the greyness of disappointment, depends upon
the prince reciprocating and making her queen of his heart.

"Dora" Eweword was in attendance, so I despatched him to ascertain if
grandma were all right, and took advantage of his absence to say--

"I see Ernest has returned to see the result of Leslie Walker's
candidature."

"Then it's a wonder he didn't stay in Townend. They'll know the
results there sooner," she replied with studied indifference.

Our pony fell sound asleep where she stood and in spite of the
cheering, as though she were well acquainted with women taking a live
interest in an election. We let her sleep till twelve, when to
grandma's disappointment Leslie Walker was more than a hundred votes
behind. There were yet other returns to come in, but these were not
large enough to alter present results.

When we left the street was still crowded and the cheering unabatedly
vigorous.

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