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Evidently, too, Yimville had passed from the mind of his companion, who seemed pondering over salesmanship. "But but how would it be applicable to power plants?" he demanded. "I don't know," admitted Jim, "but the principle is the same for chocolates, or power plants or automobiles. That's what started me off those Sayers automobiles. I never heard about that car until I saw one in the street.
At four o'clock that afternoon Jimmy boarded the train bound for the last city he would visit in the state, and attracted by the cries of a newsboy, "All about Judge Granger! Latest news from Yimville," bought a paper and settled himself down to read. The latest advices from the scene of his latest escapade told of the return of Tim.
Maybe I've met him sometime, and he's got all that gray around his temples since then. Gray hairs do make a difference." He was still puzzling over this lost identity when the man laid the newspaper to one side, lighted a fresh cigar and, turning toward Jimmy, said, "Funny about that affair over in Yimville, isn't it? Have you read about it?"
"Mighty glad to see you, Judge!" declared the one who first clutched his hand. "They told us down at the station that the railroad up to Princetown from Media City was completely blocked. So we had given you up. But you can see how interested in what you have to say the folks around Yimville are when you get inside. Yes siree! Got the court house full.
I honestly admit it when some other house brings out a certain line that beats ours, and then I hustle back home and put on my spurs, and get out my hammer, and try to get my firm to see it, and to meet the new stuff and if possible to go it one better." Jimmy had forgotten all about Yimville, now that he was expatiating on a pet hobby of his.
You've got a nerve to ask that!" roared the manager, banging his fist on the top of his desk. "Here, look at these!" He handed Jim a small sheaf of sheets consisting of letters and telegrams. The first was from a jobbing firm: "Cancel order given your man Gollop. Sorry, but entire board of directors are Republican and resent Yimville affair."
"Oh, that was settled this forenoon, Judge," soothingly explained the other welcomer. "Court got it out of the way so's the court room could be open for the speech making this afternoon. Hello! Hear 'em? That's the Yimville Silver Comet Band. Bill I mean Mister Perry has given the band the tip you've got here. Come on! Now's the time!"
Now that he had escaped the clutches of the irate militants of Yimville, it wasn't such a bad predicament after all. "Hello! What's that?" he exclaimed, sitting up with a jerk, as the boy pulled the reins and yelled a loud "Whoa, Bill!" It seemed as if something had gone awry with the prow of their ship. They climbed out to investigate.
Then his eye wandered to a big sign on a board wired up to a pillar of the court house entrance, where he read: "GRAND PUBLIC RALLY! The distinguished Jurist, Hon. James Woodworth-Granger, Judge of the Fourth District Court of Princetown, will on Saturday, December 1st, address the voters of Yimville on the issues of the campaign.
The whole plant of the newspaper had been utilized to give adequate expression to this unparalleled forensic outburst. A much garbled report "in full" was given of the wording, and as lurid yellow as was ever mixed went to make up the account of the incidents in Yimville.
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