vote in the council--a matter quite as surprising to Mr. Travers as to
any man present. Mr. MacAllister whispered aside to Major Dale, when the
result of the ballot was made known:

"Travers does not know what a strong pull our young politicians have.
This is the girls' campaign."

But when a few hours later, the new squire told his own girl of the good
fortune, Tavia declared Dorothy had managed it all.

It was a fact, however regrettable, that Mrs. Travers was not at home to
hear the good news. She had gone to see a sick friend that afternoon,
and had sent word later that she would remain away all night.

But Mrs. Travers was probably not as blamable in her home-making
delinquencies as it might appear. She simply did not know how to make a
home. She belonged to that unfortunately large class of women, who have
received a so-called "education" from books, but who have never been
trained in either discipline or character, which might give the
forbearance necessary in meeting the actual trials of life, or in the
management of the great American dollar, which might make up, in a
measure, for lack of discipline, when that dollar, like the proverbial
charity, must cover a multitude of wants. Mrs. Travers had attended a
school where embroidery was the chief number in the curriculum, and
mathematics (after decimal fractions) made elective. Hence it was that
the burden of responsibility came so early to Tavia, who was scarcely
better able to undertake it than the mother.

The unfortunate result of this total lack of management might have
discouraged a man less optimistic than John Travers, but he always "made