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NO VOTE

"If you plan to vote the Democratic ticket," Rod said, "there's no point in either of us going to the polls."

"Why not?" Sally asked. Rod laughed lightly. "Why, be- Cause I'm a Republican. You know that. I'll vote the Republican ticket, That means there'd be no vote count from the family.

Sally laughed even more lightly. "That can easily be remedied," she said.

"How?"

"It's simple. You vote Democratic. Then there'll be two votes from the family."

Rod was patient. After all, they had been married only three months. He didn't intend this to be their first quarrel.

"That's cute of you, darling. Don't think I decry your interest in politics. It's the right kind of public spirit. But, after all, I've been voting for years. It's a man's world. I mean, don't you feel my judgment in this matter should do for both of us?”

"No," said Sally. "By the way, who is running for Secretary of state on the Democratic ticket?”

Rod shrugged. "I don't know," he smiled. "That's the point?"

"Just this: I know that Longren

loomed larger. Rod's mind ran riot. This might be the end, a bleak end to their golden dream of happiness. He would have done anything to pre- vent it. He would have even yielded himself, but to do so, he knew, would only make the destruction of the golden dream more complete.

On election day Rod went to the office with no word whatever about the election. In fact, Sally was not even present when he departed.

1

En route to the station he passed the voting polls, but did not go in. All day his heart was heavy with re- gret and remorse. He decided that he would not vote until evening, until he found out whether or not Sally had voted.

Sally was home when he arrived. He decided to put the matter to her. frankly.

down "I suppose you've been vote?"

"Yes. This afternoon."

to

Rod's heart sank. This was the end. If she had only refused to vote! It would be an opening. He could also refuse. -. There would be an opportunity to patch up their quarrel. But apparently she didn't

care.

His face was grim as he got his

is running for that office on the hat. It was still grim when he re- Republican ticket. I know all candidates for all offices on tickets. You don't.

That

the turned from the polls. During din- both ner they were overly polite and certainly formal. They carefully avoided any

By Richard Hill Wilkinson

proves that my interest is greater mention of the election. than yours, and my vote more im- portant. I think you should let me make the decision."

They spent the evening facing each other across the room, the radio be- tween them. Between election return Rod tried to explain that a man of results, Rod buried his nose in his his position couldn't be expected to newspaper, Sally read her book. know all about all the candidates. He By midnight the outcome was de- was too busy. And that's what par- finite. The Republicans had gone in ties were for, anyhow: to select the on a landslide. candidates that they, the party, "Well," said Sally, "It apppears you thought were qualified. After all, if were right," She smiled thinly. “I you couldn't put your faith in

Any- the suppose I should have known. party, you didn't have much loyalty. way, I'm glad now I took your advice It was the party's job.

and voted Republican."

Sally was adamant. It was, she Rod stared, "You voted Republi-

said, un-American, not to learn all can?" He leaped to his feet when she you could about all candidates and nodded. "I'll be damned! We're cer- form your own opinion. She talked tainly a couple of idiots. I voted for an hour. That is, she talked when DemocraticTMt ve Rod wasn't talking. At the end of that time both lost patience. They were pretty bitter.

They looked at each other. The strain of the past week, which each had tried so successfully to conceal, Thus politics was the cause of the coupled with the significance of what Rod Damiens first quarrel. What an the other had done, was all too clear hour ago had appeared so trite in in their expression. Sally's laughter Rod's mind became an issue. And rang out first and was quickly drowned becoming an issue it put him on a by Rod's loud guffaws. spot. If, he told himself, he yielded now it would be a blow to his self respect, to the dignity that, as head of the house, he felt he should main- tain, Suddenly all the bright years ahead became deeply shadowed,

Election was a week away. There was still time to come to an under- standing. Sally could still recon- sider, could admit that in this parti cular instance he was right and sho wrong. If, Rod thought unhappily, she would only yield now he could make it up to her in so many ways: later on. It wasn't that he wanted to rob her of her rights, that ho wanted to be master, that he wanted to suppress her. On the contrary, there was nothing more that he wanted than to be considered fair.

Five days passed and Sally gave no indication that she intended admitting defeat. The barrier between them

"So it's still no vote!" Sally cried happily,

"And no quarrel either," Rod re- plied.

(Copyright; 1938, By The Associated Newspapers.)

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