"What's got into yeh, anyhow?" "A little horse sense," said Robie. "I've been a readin' the other side; an' if a few more of yeh'd do the same, you'd lose some of your damn pig-headed nonsense." The Democrats cheered, but the Republicans stared at Robie, as if he had suddenly become insane. "Well, I'll be dinged!" said Smith, his brother-in-law. "I'd like to know what you'd been a readin' to make a blazin' old copperhead of you." Robie held up two or three tracts. The Judge took them, looked them over, and read the titles out loud to the wondering crowd. "'The Power of Money to Oppress.' 'Free Trade Philosophy.' 'The Money Question.' 'The Right to the Use of the Earth,' by Herbert Spencer. 'Land and Labor Library.' 'Progress and Poverty,' by Henry George." "Oh, so you've got hold of Spencer and George, have you?" said the Judge. "No; they've got hold 'f me." "_Spencer!_" said Smith, in vast disgust. "What the hell has he to do with it?" The rest sat in silence. The occasion was too momentous for jokes. "Where'd you get hold o' these?" said the Judge, fingering the leaves. "Radbourn sent 'em out." "I'll bet yeh! If there was a rank, rotten book anywhere on God's green footstool, that feller'd have it," said Smith. The Judge ruminated: "Well, if that's the effect, guess I'll circulate a few copies 'mong the young Republicans of the county. Gentlemen, this is our year." "You've been a sayin' that for ten years, Judge," said Ridings. "And it's been a comin' all the time, gentlemen. I tell you, I've had my ear to the ground, and there's something moving. The river is shifting its bed. Look out for a flood. I'm going to make an entirely new move this fall; I'm going to put up a man for legislature that'll sweep the county; and you'll all vote for 'im, too. He's young, he's got brains, he's an orator, and he can't be bought." Robie brought his fist down on the counter in an excitement such as he had never before manifested. "Brad Talcott! We'll elect him sure as hell!" Amos hastened to put in a word. "Brad's a Republican." "He's a Free Trade Republican," said the Judge, quietly. "How do yeh know?" "Oh, I know. Haven't I been a workin' 'im for these last two years? Did you expect a man to live with me and not become inoculated with the Simon-pure Jeffersonian Democracy?" "I don't believe it," Amos replied; "and I won't till I hear him say so himself. I want to see him go to Des Moines, but I want to see him go as a Republican." "Well, you attend the Independent convention next week, and you'll hear something that'll set you thinking. Your Grange is losing force. You failed to elect your candidate last year. Now, if we put up a man who is a farmer and a clean man--a man that can sweep the county and carry Rock River--why not join in and elect him?"