He saw the two men coming up to the barn, and as they passed almostbelow him, he heard Milt say, "0h, sure, John Thomas will vote right--Ican run him all right!--he'll do as I say. Hello, John! Where is he?"

They went into the house--they searched the barn--they called, coaxed,entreated. They ran down to the road to see if he had started back totown; he was as much gone as if he had never been!

"Are you dead sure you brought him?" Milt asked at last in desperation,as he turned over a pile of sacks in the granary.

"Gosh! ain't they lookin' some!" chuckled the elusive voter, as hewatched with delight their unsuccessful endeavors to locate him. "Butthere's lots of places yet that they hain't thought of; they hain'thalf looked for me yet. I may be in the well for all they know." Thenhe began to sing to himself, "I know something I won't tell!"

It was not every day that John Thomas Green found himself the centre ofattraction, and he enjoyed the sensation.