Part 26 (1/2)

”We c.o.c.k-a-doodled and pip-pipped till you couldn't hear your ears.

Half couldn't get in, they was climbed up an' hangin' in the windows--little girls too along with the boys. I suppose now that they're as near got a vote as we have, they'll be poked everywhere just the same as if they had as good a right as us,” said the boy with the despondence of one to whom all is lost.

”It's a terrible thing they can't be made stay at home out of all the fun like boys think they ought to be. No mistake the woman having a vote is a terrible nark to the men--almost too much for 'em to bear,”

said Dawn, whom I had thought asleep.

”I reckon I'm goin' to every meetin', they're all right fun,”

continued Andrew. ”At the both committee room they're givin' out tickets with the men's names on, an' whoever likes can get them an'

wear 'em in their hats. Me an' Jack Bray went to this Johnny Walker's rooms and gammoned we was for him, an' got a dozen tickets, an' when we got outside tore 'em to smithereens; that's what we'll do all the time.”

After this Andrew disappeared down the stairs, spilling grease, and being admonished by Dawn as he went as the clumsiest creature she had ever seen.

Silence reigned between us for some time, and in listening to the trains I had forgotten the girl till her voice came across the room.

”I say, don't tell that Ernest anything not nice about me, will you?

I'll take care not to flirt with him, and I wouldn't like him to think me not nice. I wouldn't care about any one else a sc.r.a.p, but he's such a great friend of yours, and as I hope to be with you a lot, it would be awkward; and you know he has _said_ nothing, it might only be my conceit to think he's going the way of other men. He took me to afternoon tea to-day at such a lovely place,--he said he wanted to be good to your friends, that's why he is nice to me. I don't suppose he ever thinks of me at all any other way,” she said with the despondence of love.

So this had been chasing sleep from Beauty's eyes, as such trifles have a knack of doing!

”Very likely,” I said complacently, and smiled to myself. The only thing to be discovered now was if the young athlete's emotions were at the same ebb, and then what was there against plain sailing to the happy port where honeymoons are spent?

Fortune favours the persevering, and next afternoon an opportunity occurred for procuring the desired knowledge.

Ernest and Ada Grosvenor came in together, and to the casual observer seemed much engrossed with each other, but I noticed that Dawn could not speak or move, but a pair of quick dark eyes caught every detail.

So far so good, but it was necessary for Dawn to think the prize just a little farther out of reach than it was to make it attractive to her disposition, so I set about attaining this end by a very simple method.

Miss Grosvenor had called to invite us to a meeting she had convened, to listen to a public address by a lady who was going to head a deputation to Walker afterwards, and we had decided to go. Mrs Bray's husband also dropped in, and to my surprise proved not the hen-pecked nonent.i.ty one would expect after hearing his wife's aggressive diatribes, but a stalwart man of six feet, with a comely face bespeaking solid determination in every line. And when one comes to think of it, it is not the big bl.u.s.tering man or woman that rules, but the quiet, apparently inane specimens that look so meek that they are held up as models of propriety and gentleness. Miss Grosvenor immediately nailed him for her meeting, and politics being the only subject discussed, he aired his particular bug. This was his disgust at the top-heaviness of the Labour party's demands, and the railway people's easy times as compared with that of the farmer.

”I believe,” said he, ”in every man, if he can, working only eight hours a-day--though I have to work sixteen myself for precious little return, but these fellows are running the country to blazes. The rules of supply and demand must sway the labour or any other market all the world over, and they'll have to see that and haul in their sails.”

”Who are you going to vote for?” inquired Andrew.

”I'm goin' for Henderson, and the missus for Walker.”

”It's a wonder you don't compel Mrs Bray to vote for your man.”

”No fear; I'm pleased she's taken the opposite chap, just to ill.u.s.trate my opinion on what liberty of opinion should be; but I won't deny,” he concluded, with a humorous smile, ”that I mightn't be so pleased with her going against me if I was set on either of them, but as it is neither are worth a vote, so that I'm pretty well sitting on a rail myself.”

”I thought your first announcement almost too liberal to be true,”

laughed Miss Grosvenor.

”No, I will say that Mr Bray is a man does treat his women proper, and give 'em liberty,” said grandma.

”An' a nice way they use it,” sniffed Carry _sotto voce_.

As we set out to the meeting Miss Grosvenor mentioned to me that she was endeavouring to find suitable speakers to address her a.s.sociation, and asked did I know of any one. Here was an opening for a thrust in the game of parry I was setting on foot between Dawn and Ernest Breslaw.

”Ask my friend Mr Ernest to deliver an address: 'Women in Politics,'”