who beats a drum with his elbows and clashes cymbals with his feet. Mr. Lloyd George is a wise thinker in his generation, but his sagacity will be at fault if it should be proved (Heaven forbid!) that after all--yes, after all the screaming and smashing of windows, and all the efforts made on their behalf--the women as a whole prove apathetic and indifferent to this wonderful privilege they have fought for and won! There is a French story of a certain spoilt little lady whose husband adored her, from the glimmer of her topmost blonde curl to the point of her broidered shoe, and who expressed to him her ardent wish for a diamond chain she had seen in an expensive jeweller’s window. Her husband, though rich and generous, apparently paid no attention to her oft-repeated request, till one day he suddenly presented her with the coveted ornament as a “surprise packet” and token of his affection. But she pushed the gift aside and gave way to bitter tears. “Why, oh, why did you bring me such a thing?” she sobbed. “I shall never wear it! Oh, _why_ didn’t you buy me that dear weeny-teeny dog I saw yesterday! The _weeny_ pet! I would have loved it so! I would have talked to it about _you_!--it would have been _such_ a companion! Oh, I _did_ want that _weeny_ darling!” There is a moral in this story (despite the contempt it must evoke among future female M.P.s), and “the pint,” as Captain Cuttle or his friend Jack Bunsby remarked, “lies in the application on it.” Whether Mr. Lloyd George and the supporters of the Women’s Franchise will perceive it is problematical--but whether they do or do not, there is a curious nature-fact about Woman which is frequently missed or overlooked by Man. It is this: _That when she is given what she wants, she doesn’t want it!_ That is to say--the gaining of her objective concludes her active interest in it; the thing is possessed, and promptly loses its value. With the swiftness and ease of a butterfly she deserts the blossom from which she has stripped the pollen!