I tell you, Senator, he's the worst licked candidate that ever ran for office." Nevertheless, the suggestion that the anti-sign issue had been successful in other localities made Mr.Hopkins a trifle uneasy, and he decided to return home and keep the fight going until after election, whether young Forbes came out of his shell or not.
He arrived at Hilldale on the early morning train and went to his house for breakfast.

To his amazement he found two great banners strung across the village streets bearing the words: "_Vote for Forbes--the People's Champion!_" "Who in thunder could 'a' done that ?" murmured Mr.Hopkins, staring open-mouthed at the great banners.

Then he scratched his head with a puzzled air and went home.
Mrs.Hopkins, a tired-looking woman in a bedraggled morning wrapper, was getting the breakfast.

She did not participate largely in the prosperity of her husband, and often declared she was "worked to death," although there were no children to care for.
"When did those Forbes banners go up ?" asked Mr.Hopkins, irritably.
"I dunno, 'Rast.

I don't keep track o' such things.