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She stood in the effulgent light of a sliorl tallow dip, waiting for him at his front door at 1 a.m. He came. He was husky. She didn't mind that. He was drunk —she was used to it. ' Jim,' she said softly, knocking him down so as to drag him up to"bed easier. 'Jim, did you vote P ' ' Yesb, dear.' ' You've been a long time.' • Yeah, love, poll didn'frclose, till jes now.? ' Where's the money?' • What? ' 'The money/ •My dear, I don't unnershand.' ' Didn't they pay you for your vote?' < No.' She looked at him playfully, with a boa constrictor's tickle in her eye. 'It's time women had the franchise,' she muttered; ' the men ain't up to it.' Then she rolled hjm under the bed, to be out of the way, and in the morning she got him into an asylum under the new Punph and Judicature Act. 'He gave bis vote for nothing,' she said to the magistrate. ' Dangerous lunatic,' wrote his worship; and at the next election there was a voter short.— London Beferee.