also a son-in-law of the late Bishop."--_Church Paper_.

And apparently (by marriage) his own grandfather.

* * * * *

THE VOTE.

"And now," I said, "that you've got your dear vote, what are you going
to do with it?"

"If," said Francesca, "you'll promise to treat it as strictly
confidential I'll tell you."

"There you are," I said. "Unless you can make a secret out of it you
take no pleasure in it. You're just like a lot of girls who--"

"I'm not. I'm not even like one girl. I wish I was."

"I don't. I like your mature intellect. I can't do without your
balanced judgment."

"Thanks; it's pleasant to be appreciated as one deserves. And now I'll
tell you what I'm going to do with my vote. When the time comes I
shall take it with me into what's called a polling-booth, and I shall
demand a piece of paper, and then--yes, then I shall destroy the
sanctity of the home and neglect my children, and, incidentally, I
shall break up the Empire, and do all the other dreadful things that
you and the others have been prophesying; and I shall do them simply
by making a cross opposite the name of the candidate who's got the