Stark Coleman snatched up the 'phone on his desk.
"Agatha, my dear, it's glorious news! Thank God, we've won by a majority of 633! You are now a voter in Jordan County!"
He hung up the receiver and ran out to Acres's store. At the same moment Sam Briggs, who was now a diligent clerk in Judge Regis's outer office, thrust the door open and shouted:
"They're in, Judge, by a good 633 majority!"
"All right, Briggs! finish that list of election expenses. We want to publish it in the Signal to-morrow!" he said quietly, as he arose and put on his hat. "I'll go over and tell Mrs. Walton. Think I've earned that privilege, anyhow!" he added, smiling.
"You did it!" exclaimed Briggs, "you worked the whole thing and put it across!"
"No, that speech she made in July did it," he said.
"It was a jo-darter all right, that speech!" laughed Briggs to himself as he went back to his desk.
On his way to Mrs. Walton's residence, the Judge passed two men.
"Bill," one of them was saying to the other, "we can't never get rid of our wives any more, nowhere, not even when we attend a political convention. Apt as not my wife will be my alternate!"