“My dear,” said the candidate to Mrs. Perkins, as the shuffling feet on the porch shuffled off into the night, “what wages do you pay Norah?”

“Sixteen dollars, Thaddeus,” was the answer.  “Why?”

“Make it twenty hereafter,” replied the candidate.  “She is an emerald beyond price.  If I had only let her meet the nominating committee when they entered our little Eden three weeks ago, I should not now be involved in this wretched game of politics.”

“Well, I sincerely wish you had,” Mrs. Perkins observed, heartily.  “This affair has made a very different man of you, and as for your family, they hardly see you any more.  You are neglecting every single household duty for your horrid old politics.”

“Well, now, my dear—­” began the candidate.

“The pipes in the laundry have been leaking for four days now, and yet you won’t send for a plumber, or even let me send for one,” continued Mrs. Perkins.

“Well, Bessie dear, how can I?  The race is awfully close.  It wouldn’t surprise me if the majority either way was less than a hundred.”

“There you go again, Thaddeus.  What on earth has the leak in the laundry pipes to do with the political situation?” asked the puzzled woman.

The candidate showed that in spite of his recent affiliations he still retained some remnant of his former self-respect, for he blushed as he thought of the explanation; but he tried nevertheless to shuffle out of it.

“Of course you can’t understand,” he said, with a cowardly resolve to shirk the issue.  “That’s because you are a woman, Bess.  Women don’t understand great political questions.  And what I have particularly liked about you is that you never pretended that you did.”

“Well, I’d like to know,” persisted Mrs. Perkins.  “I want to be of as much assistance to my husband in his work as I can, and if public questions are hereafter to be the problems of your life, they must become my problems too.  Besides, my curiosity is really aroused in this especial case, and I’d love to know what bearing our calling a plumber has upon the tariff, or the money question, or any other thing in politics.”

The candidate hesitated.  He was cornered, and he did not exactly like the prospect.

“Well—­” he began.  “You see, I’m standing as the representative of a great party, and we—­we naturally wish to win.  If I am defeated, every one will say that it is a rebuke to the administration at Washington; and so, you see, we’d better let those leaks leak until day after to-morrow, when the voting will all be over.”

Mrs. Perkins looked at her husband narrowly.

“I think I’ll have to call the doctor,” was her comment.  “Either for you or for myself, Teddy.  One of us is gone—­wholly gone, mentally.  There’s no question about it, either you are rambling in your speech, or I have entirely lost all comprehension of the English language.”