the breath of
heaven. It's the blush on your cheek, the blood in your veins and mine,
dear."

"No, liberty is more than love. And liberty is the enemy of love," she
answered.

"You speak like a--like a----" He searched his imagination to find what
she did speak like, and she finished for him:

"Like an enemy!"

"No, not quite so bad as that, but you are morbid, dear. This isn't a
meeting of suffragists, this is a sacrament. You and I are alone before
the altar of love. We must not deny one another this sweet bread of
life!"

"You said something just then about suffragists. Do you believe in
suffrage for women, for your wife, for example?"

He sat up and looked at her. He began to smile teasingly, as if she were
a little girl and he a patient elder person with a beam in his eye.

"So that's it, hey? You want to be a suffragist and with the suffragists
stand! Of course I believe in it. I believe in letting every woman have
what she wants. Now kiss me, Selah, like the dear little suffering suff
you are!"

"No, I must be sure you mean that. Men say things to women they do not
believe, just to humour them, just to get----"

"A kiss, yes! I'd vote for you for coroner, Selah, for one kiss
to-night!"

"Well, you won't get it, Mr. Sasnett, not until I am _sure_, absolutely
sure, you are for us, not against us."

"Us! One at a time, Selah, I say. You wouldn't have me be for all women,
would you? A man loves one woman, but he can't stand 'em _en masse_.
He'd romp like a four-year-old in a crowd of men, but a crowd of women,
a commonwealth of women! Good Lord! it would be awful. Don't ask me to
kiss them all, dear!"

"You are making fun of us. I knew you were not for us," she said.

"But I'm for _you_, heart and soul. When are we to be married? You
promised to name the day."

"It will not be this year, if ever," she answered coolly.

"Not this year? It must be this year! I'm going to be representative
from this county, and I want to take my bride to the Capitol with me."

"You don't know whether you will be elected or not, yet, Mr. Sasnett. It
depends upon conditions of which you do not now dream. When is the
election?"

"In November," he answered.

"Before that time there will be five thousand more voters in this county
than there are now!"

"Where'll they come from?"

"They are here now."

"In your pocket, is that what you mean?"

"They may be," she answered, smiling darkly.

"You speak as if you