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Show I W Mr. Thlnknlot has W " been In consider- ablo montnl agony all fall, says tho Now York Times. Ho has boon n lifelong life-long Democrat, but this year ho felt that In tho local election ho could not conscientiously voto tho Tammnny ticket, neither could ho seo his way opon to voto the Fusion ticket. Nor could ho conscientiously remain away from tho polls entirely, for It Is ono of tho primnry articles of his faith thnt n good citizen Is In duty bound to voto nt any exponso of time and trouble. Mr. Thlnkalot's friends could havo endured his pitlnblo condition of doubt and uncertainty with ndmlrnblo equanimity equan-imity If It hnd not been for ills rabid doslro for light. Ho Insisted upon discussing dis-cussing his voto at all times and in all places, with tho usual sequence of calm consideration, vohement argument, argu-ment, and furious recrlmlnntlon. Ho becamo a monaco to tho porpotulty of his club, ho did dissolve his firm, nnd ho threatened to disrupt his church. "Hero comos Thlnknlot nnd his voto," lot nny ono observe In any assemblage as-semblage and forthwith a panicky stampedo ensued. Even bill collectors could bo chasod away by such a throat. As election day drow noaror Mr. Thlnkalot's anxloty becamo moro ncuto. Tho over presont, Insistent, unanswerable un-answerable question, "How shall I voto?" moro and moro urgently demanded de-manded a decision, until ho was on tho vorgo of norvoiiB prostration, with a tendency to brain fovcr, and his wifn took tho chitdron nnd went on JH visit to her mother's. Ho was Insuf- HH f ei able. MMI Election day dawned with Mr. Think- 91 nlot still whirling holplussly in tho 9B maelstrom uf Indecision. His day tl passed in an Illogical nlghtmaro of H Irresolution. Lato as possible ho re- H luctantly took his wny to tho polling H plnco. Ho wns want and weary, hag- H gnrd nnd unkempt. H Ho gavo his name, nnd stood woo- H fully drooping, assailed by a brand H now batch of doubts nnd fears, whllo H tho ofilclal turned to tho T's. That H gentleman looked up suspiciously after H n mluuto's search, nnd snld gruflly: H "No such name here. You're not rcg- H "Eh?" exclaimed Mr. Thlnknlot com- HH batlvcly. "You're not registered. You ccn't jH vote," replied tho ofilclal. M Mr. Thlnknlot first scowled aggres- M alvcly and then after a momcnt'B hcsl- H tatlon a burst of hcavonly boatltudo M overspread his faco. M "You won't lot mo voto?" ho askod, 'n his voice trembling with nnxlety. B "Nop," replied tho ofllclnl, positive- H iy. H "Whoopee! Hurrah! Rah, rah, H rah!" yolled Mr. Thlnknlot, wildly H throwing up his lint and kicking It as M it camo down. "I don't havo to do M cido. I can't voto. Couldn't If I want- M od to. Wow! Hurray! Everybody M romo and dlno with mo!" M Then ho danced off gaily down tho M street, whllo tho election ofllcers spoc- M ulatcd as to what ailed him, until ono M said softly, "Who says tho saloons aro M closed on election dny?" M |