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Show I Wives as a Help H "Gcorgo," said his wlfo triumphant- ,ly, as Mr. Candidnto walkod in Into M for dinner, nnd with a tired look on H his faco, "you say that I always do M tho wrong thing Just boforo election, B. but I didn't mako a mlstako this timo. H I mot old DIggs this morning and cut M him dead." M "What!" Bhoutcd her husband, all M itrrco of oxhauslon vanishing. m "Why, Gcorgo!" gasped his wlfo, M '"you said only last night, 'Novor torn- B morlzo with an enemy; lot him under- M stand that you know him, and'" m "Do you mean to toll mo," interrupt- M led tho onrnged politician, "that you M rofusod to speak to the man who casts B itho entiro labor voto?" M "But, Gcorgo," commenced his wlfo, ft-w ("If ho is against you " H "Ho t not. He's 'tor mo or wnB," fl ho addml, with tragic omnhnsln. "Ica H I will nojv support tho other fellow. I H desorvo this for holng fool enough to H discuss my affairs with my wlfo." H "That's Just it, George," said his H 'wlfo, resentfully; if you wero moro H candid and had only told mo bo HI 'was for you this timo it would havo 'been all right." HI Mr. Candidnto groaned. HI "I am very sorry, of course," resum ed Mrs. Candidate "I hato to snub people, but it's done now, and really I hardly feel that I am to blame. But I mado up for my bad treatment of DIggs by being especially cordlnl a low minutes later to Mr. Snobbs." "Snobbs!" yelled her husband, this timo pushing his chair back from tho table. "Why, yes; your great friend and" "Rend that, Mrs. Candidate," throwing throw-ing her a printed circular, whlcn ho took from his coat pocket. "In it my 'friend,' Mr. Snobbs, calls mo a trickster, trick-ster, a rorruptlonlst, and a liar. Thousands Thou-sands of thom aro on tho street." Ho watched her with a kind of frenzied calm, whllo sho realized tho character of the paper. . "Really .iQeorgo," Bho , tyammered, "this is too bnd; but I nnl so lntcr'i estod in your raco and so anxious to help." Sho paused a momont, thon nddod tearfully, "'Van do think wives help n little, don't you, George?" "Yes," ho responded grimly, "as holps to beat a man for ofilco I put thom ngainst tho world!'' Mrs. Candidnto wopt not loudly, but distinctly, whllo Mr. Candidato savagely attached his dinner. |