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Hopkins is a Democrat, and we may then fight him openly."

      "What is the difference, sir, between the two parties?"

      "There is no difference of importance. All Americans are loyal citizens, whichever side they adopt in politics. But the two parties are the positive and negative poles that provide the current of electricity for our nation, and keep it going properly. Also they safeguard our interests by watching one another."

      "What is your preference, sir?"

      "I've always been a Republican, whenever I dabbled in politics, which hasn't been often."

      "Then I will be a Republican."

      "Very good."

      "I am sorry to say that I know nothing about politics and have no convictions on the subject. Who is to oppose the Honorable Erastus on the – on our side?"

      "I don't know yet. The primaries for the nomination are not to be held for two weeks, and the Republican candidates seem shy about coming forward."

      "Didn't you say the district was Republican?"

      "Yes; but since Hopkins defeated them last term they seem to be terrified, and no one likes to offer himself as a possible sacrifice."

      "That feeling will probably elect Mr. Hopkins," declared Kenneth, with conviction.

      "Unless – "

      "Unless what, sir?"

      "Unless we come to the rescue of the Republicans and take a hand in local politics ourselves, my lad."

      Kenneth pushed back his chair and rose from the table. He walked to the window and stood there whistling for a few moments, and then left the room without a word.

      For a time Mr. Watson sat silently musing.

      "Perhaps I'm inviting trouble," he murmured; "but I am sure I am doing right. The boy needs a good shaking up and more knowledge of his fellow-men. If I can get Kenneth interested, this plan of mine will be of great benefit to him."

      Then he, too, left the breakfast table, and wandering into the garden saw Kenneth busy at his easel in a shady corner.

      For a day or so the, subject was not resumed, and then Mr. Watson casually introduced it.

      "A law could be passed in the State Legislature forbidding the display of all advertising signs in public places in this county," he suggested.

      The boy looked at him eagerly.

      "Are you sure?" he asked.

      "I am positive," was the answer. "It is merely a question of privilege."

      "And you think we might hire Hopkins to pass such a law?"

      "No; we couldn't trust him."

      "Then what do you propose?"

      "I'll think it over, my lad, and let you know."

      Then he walked away, leaving Kenneth much pleased with the idea he had advanced. Indeed, he was so much interested in the suggestion that he himself referred to the subject at the first opportunity.

      "I don't like to be beaten, sir, once I've undertaken to do a thing," he said. "So if such a law can be passed I'll do all I can to elect the man who will pass it."

      "I thought as much," the old lawyer replied, smiling. "But there's only one man who could go to the legislature with enough influence to win the votes to carry such a unique measure through."

      "And who is that, sir?"

      "Kenneth Forbes, the owner of Elmhurst, and the largest taxpayer in the county."

      "Me, sir?"

      "You're the man."

      "A State Representative?"

      "It's an honorable office. It's an important office, properly filled. You might not only beautify your district by having those objectionable signs prohibited, but do many other things to better the condition of the farmers. And that isn't all."

      "What's the rest, Mr. Watson?"

      "You owe something to yourself, lad. All your young life you've been too self-contained and exclusive in your habits. 'The noblest study of mankind is man.' It would broaden you to go into politics for a time, and do much to develop your character and relieve the monotony of your existence."

      Kenneth frowned.

      "It won't be easy, you know. It'll be a fight, and a hard one, for Hopkins won't give up his job if he can help it."

      The boy brightened again.

      "I like a good fight," he said, wistfully. "If I thought – if I believed I could fill the position with credit – I might undertake it."

      "I'll answer for that," retorted the old man, highly pleased with his easy victory. "You win the fight, Ken, and I'll guarantee you'll outclass the majority of your fellow Representatives. It's a good state, too."

      So the thing was undertaken, and both the young man and the old threw themselves into the contest with energy and determination.

      Mr. Watson rode in his buggy all over their district during the next fortnight, and interviewed the farmers and townsmen of the legislative district. When it became noised about that the young owner of Elmhurst, now barely twenty-one, had determined to enter politics, and asked for the nomination of Representative, no other Republican ventured to oppose him.

      It was understood to mean a hard fight, and even the most sturdy Republican was inclined to fear that the present incumbent of the office would be elected to succeed himself.

      So the primaries were held and Kenneth attended and made a speech, and was warmly applauded. His nomination was a matter of course, and he went home the unanimous choice of his party, because none of the older and more discreet politicians ventured to risk defeat.

      The Hon. Erastus Hopkins well knew this feeling, and smiled in his pompous and most sardonic manner when he learned who was his opponent. Having conquered an old and tried Republican warrior in the last campaign, he had no fears in regard to this mere boy, who could know little of political intrigue.

      "He won't put up enough of a fight to make it interesting, I'm afraid," Mr. Hopkins confided to his cronies.

      But he didn't intend to take chances, so he began the campaign with his usual vigor.

      It was now the middle of September, and the election was to be early in November.

      CHAPTER V

      PLANNING THE WORK

      The Honorable Erastus Hopkins was thoroughly enjoying his campaign.

      He was not an especially popular man in his district, and he knew it. Physically he was big and stout, with a florid face and small eyes that blinked continually. His head was bald, his hands fat and red and his feet enormous.

      To offset this Mr. Hopkins wore a silk hat and a "Prince Albert" coat morning, noon and night. His gold watch-chain was huge and imposing; he had a big diamond shirt-stud, and upon his puffy fingers several rings. He conveyed, nevertheless, the impression that he was more prosperous than refined, and the farmers and townsmen were as quick to recognize this as was Mr. Watson himself.

      Moreover, the Honorable Erastus was dubbed "close-fisted" by his neighbors. He never spent a penny on anyone but himself, and being unscrupulous in politics he was naturally unscrupulous in smaller things of a business nature. But since he had risen from a stable-boy to his present affluent position he had never been unwise or careless enough to be caught in any crooked action; and while his acquaintances had an indefinite fear of dealing with him they could not accuse him openly.

      It seems strange that such a man should have been chosen to represent a wealthy and important district in the State Legislature, but politics can show many a similar case. In the first place, Mr. Hopkins was aggressive, and knew political methods thoroughly. He had usurped the position of Democratic leader in his community and the others were afraid to antagonize him openly. When he was nominated for Representative he managed to dictate, by shrewd methods, the nomination of Thompson, the store-keeper, on the Republican ticket. Thompson owed Hopkins a

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