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Half an hour later the little cast-iron bell in the steeple of theTom Drake and his wife and John Webb left the fare, sauntered down the road To arht piece of ribbon at the neck, a scarf over her head Webb carried his coat on his ar hi for Dolly to appear, and was glad that the trio had left her to his care They were out of sight when Dolly ca-paper in her hand Mostyn ate and opened it for her

"Well, what luck have you had with your speech?" he asked, as they passed out

"'What luck,' I say!" She shrugged her shoulders and sht, the fewer ideas seeive you ument I don't want to voteto make other women want to Just at present I have so many inary position I'd break down and cry--I feel exactly like it--if I hadn't been this way before and h by the skin ofup before a crowd makes you feel so desperate and hee to say so withbetween here and the -house--don't talk, please! I' to laugh and cry myself into hysterics If Warren Wilks were to see u for office and the returns went against me I suppose I'd lie flat down in the road and kick like a spoilt child"

At thistomen and a lanced back "Is that you, Dolly?" she asked

"Yes; how are you, Mrs Timmons?"

"I'm as well as common, thanky, Dolly Drive slower, Joe What's the use o' hurryin'? They can't do a thing till she gits thar; besides, I want to git at the straight o' this business Say, Dolly, it ain't true, is it, that you intend to stand up for wooin' to the polls?"