If one does manual work all day, it is rather hard on the feet to be compelled to dance at night. This was what the young mechanic thought when he called upon his "best girl," and she immediately began making the records do their duty, while she instructed her fiancé in some fancy steps. The young man sighed, for his corns were protesting, and he led his prospective father-in-law when that sprightly individual sneaked out, presumably headed for a nearby saloon where he could sit down and rest. His wife telephoned to the refreshment establishment, but the barkeeper told her the man she wanted was not there. (Diplomat, that barkeeper.) Then the wife went around in person, but was headed off. She returned home in tears, declaring she had been shamefully treated, and adding: "They wouldn't treat me that way out west, where women have the vote." All this time the suitor had been dancing and dancing, but he had reached his limit. He collapsed upon the sofa, and his lady felt sorry for him. She said she would go in the kitchen and help her mother, and while she was away the young man fell asleep. In his dreams he was transported out west, and there he found that the wife's words were true. He saw the family and followed his sweetheart to a dance hall, where she was the queen of the evening. His father-in-law-to-be was also there, but his wife took him out at the point of a revolver, led him home, tied him to a tree, and explained that she intended to have some target practice. The young man interfered, was chased up a tree, shot, and fell down again. Then he awoke. His tumble from the sofa brought the women in from the kitchen, and just as they helped him to his feet his father-in-law-elect strolled in. Husband and wife had an argument, and wife flounced off to the kitchen. The man was "peeved," and told his story to the younger chap, who replied: "Cheer up! Think what might have happened had she been a cowgirl." And when he told his dream the husband admitted that matters might have been worse.