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advertisements, and the fences are decorated in the same way. In some places a sign-board has been built in their yards or fields, advertising medicines or groceries or tobacco. In other words, our country roads and country homes have become mere advertising mediums to proclaim the goods of more or less unscrupulous manufacturers, and so all their attractiveness is destroyed. Kenneth, being a man of artistic instincts and loving country scenes, resented this invasion of commercialism and tried to fight it."

      "And so ran my head against a stone wall," added the young man, with a bitter laugh.

      "But you were quite right," said Patsy, decidedly. "Such things ought not to be permitted."

      "The people think differently," he replied.

      "Then we must educate the people to a different way of thinking," announced Louise.

      "In three weeks?"

      "That is long enough, if we get to work. Isn't it, girls?" said Beth.

      "Kenneth accepted the nomination with the idea of having a law passed prohibiting such signs," explained the lawyer. "But Mr. Hopkins, his opponent, has used this very thing to arouse public sentiment against him. Farmers around here are thrifty people, and they fear to lose the trifling sums paid them for the privilege of painting signs on their premises."

      Patsy nodded gravely.

      "We will change all that," she said. "The thing is really more serious than we expected, and more difficult. But we came here to work and win, and we're going to do it. Aren't we, Uncle John?"

      "I'll bet on your trio, Patsy," replied her uncle. "But I won't bet all I'm worth."

      "It's all foolishness," declared Kenneth.

      "I do not think so," said the lawyer, gravely. "The girls have a fine show to win. I know our country people, and they are more intelligent than you suppose. Once they are brought to a proper way of thinking they will support Kenneth loyally."

      "Then we must bring them to a proper way of thinking," said Patsy, with decision. "From this time on, Ken, we become your campaign managers. Don't worry any more about the matter. Go on with your painting and be happy. We may require you to make a few speeches, but all the details will be arranged for you."

      "Do you intend to permit this, Uncle John?" asked Kenneth.

      "I'm wholly in sympathy with the girls, Ken, and I believe in them."

      "But consider the humiliation to which they will subject themselves! I've had a taste of that medicine, myself."

      "We're going to be the most popular young ladies in this district!" exclaimed Patsy. "Don't you worry about us, Ken. But tell me, how big is your district?"

      "It includes parts of three counties – Monroe, Washington and Jackson Counties."

      "What county is this?"

      "Monroe."

      "Any cities?"

      "No; only a few towns. It's mostly a rural district. Fairview, just across the border in Washington County, is the biggest village."

      "Have you an automobile?"

      "No; I don't like the things. I've always loved horses and prefer them to machines."

      "How much money are you prepared to spend?"

      "How much – what's that?" he asked, bewildered.

      "You can't win a political election without spending money," declared Patsy, wisely. "I'll bet the bad man is scattering money in every direction. It will cost something on our side to run this campaign in a way to win."

      The young man frowned.

      "I don't mind spending money, Patsy," he said, "but I don't approve of buying votes, and I won't allow it, either!"

      "Tut-tut! Who said anything about buying votes? But we're going to work on a broad and liberal basis, I assure you, and we need money."

      "Spend all you like, then, so long as you don't try to corrupt the voters."

      "Very good. Now, then, how much land do you own at Elmhurst?"

      Kenneth looked inquiringly at the lawyer.

      "About twelve hundred acres," said Mr. Watson. "It is divided into small farms which are let out on shares."

      "How many votes do you control among your servants and tenants?" proceeded Patsy, in a business-like tone.

      "Perhaps thirty or forty."

      "And what is the total vote of the district?"

      "Thirty-five hundred."

      Patsy gasped.

      "So many?"

      "Fully that many," said Mr. Watson, smiling.

      "Then we've got to have over seventeen hundred and fifty votes to elect Kenneth?"

      "Exactly."

      The girl drew a long breath and looked at Beth and Louise. Then they all laughed.

      "Suppose you resign as campaign managers," said Kenneth, beginning to be amused.

      "Oh, no! It's – it's easier than we expected. Isn't it, girls?"

      "It's child's play," observed Louise, languidly.

      The boy was astonished.

      "Very well," said he. "Try it and see."

      "Of course," said Patsy, cheerfully. "Tomorrow morning we begin work."

      CHAPTER VI

      A GOOD START

      At an early breakfast next morning Patsy announced the program for the day.

      "Uncle John and I will drive over to the village," she said, "and perhaps we'll be gone all day. Don't worry if we're not back for luncheon. Louise and Mr. Watson are going in the phaeton to visit some of the near-by farmers. Take one road, dear, and follow it straight along, as far as it keeps within our legislative district, and visit every farm-house on the way."

      "The farmers will all be busy in the fields," said Kenneth.

      "Louise doesn't care about the farmers," retorted Patsy. "She's going to talk to their wives."

      "Wives don't vote, Patsy."

      "They tell their husbands how to vote, though," declared Louise, with a laugh. "Let me win the women and I'll win the men."

      "What am I to do?" asked Beth.

      "You're to stay at home and write several articles for the newspapers. There are seven important papers in our district, and five of them are Republican. Make a strong argument, Beth. You're our publicity department. Also get up copy for some hand-hills and circular letters. I want to get a circular letter to every voter in the district."

      "All right," said Beth. "I know what you want."

      There was an inspiring air of business about these preparations, and the girls were all eager to begin work. Scarcely was breakfast finished when the two equipages were at the door. Louise and Mr. Watson at once entered the phaeton and drove away, the girl delighted at the prospect of visiting the farmers' wives and winning them by her plausible speeches. Conversation was Louise's strong point. She loved to talk and argue, and her manner was so confiding and gracious that she seldom failed to interest her listeners.

      Patsy and Uncle John drove away. In Kenneth's buggy to the town, and during the five-mile drive Patsy counseled gravely with her shrewd uncle in regard to "ways and means."

      "This thing requires prompt action, Patsy," he said, "and if we're going to do things that count they've got to be done on a big scale."

      "True," she admitted. "But oughtn't we to be a little careful about spending Kenneth's money?"

      "I'll be your temporary banker," said the old gentleman, "and keep track of the accounts. If we win we'll present Kenneth our bill, and if we fail I'll have the satisfaction of getting rid of some of that dreadful income that is swamping me."

      This was always Uncle John's cry. His enormous fortune was a constant bugbear to him. He had been so interested in his

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