his face cleared. Indeed, the Hon. Samuel
was smilingly confident when he rose.

Like his rival, he stood in the open road,
and the sun beat down on his parted yellow
hair, so that the eyes of all could
see, and the laughter was still running
round.

``Who is your Uncle Josh?'' he asked
with threatening mildness. ``I know I was
not born here, but, my friends, I couldn't
help that. And just as soon as I could
get away from where I was born, I came
here and,'' he paused with lips parted and
long finger outstretched, `` and--I--came
--because--I WANTED--to come--and NOT
because I HAD TO.''

Now it seems that Uncle Josh, too, was
not a native and that he had left home
early in life for his State's good and for his
own. Uncle Tommie had whispered this,
and the Hon. Samuel raised himself high
on both toes while the expectant crowd, on
the verge of a roar, waited--as did Uncle
Joshua, with a sickly smile.

``Why did your Uncle Josh come
among you? Because he was hoop-poled