There was no mistaking the heartiness of the hand grasp that caught his.
"Well, we can go up now," said Martin, cheerfully. "In fact, I"ve been thinking about you quite a lot. Been rather eager to see you again.
But--hold on!--the office is anything but a confidential resort. Suppose you come with me to the Engineers" Club where we can have a nice quiet talk."
Jimmy, feeling as if he had at least one friend left in the world, readily accepted, and thought it rather lucky that they were the only men in the club lounge room; felt that the chairs were very comfortable, and the atmosphere summery.
"How are things with you?" asked Martin shrewdly eyeing him through the first blue smoke screen of a cigar.
"Oh, so-so," replied Jimmy, evasively.
"Everything all right?"
"In a way. In a way."
"Chocolate business flourishing?"
"It was--up to a week ago."
"But now? How about now, Gollop?"
For a moment Jim scarcely knew what to answer, and looking up from an overly prolonged inspection of his cigar caught the humorous, quizzical twinkle in the friendly, keen eyes of his host.
"By jingoes!" he exclaimed, "you know something! You"ve heard the news.
You know I"ve been fired."
"Yes, I do know it," answered Martin, with a grin. "I was--rather curious to learn how you took it. Suppose you tell me all about it. I"m your friend, you know. We"ve shared salt. I"ve been entertained in your mother"s home. Now cut loose."
Jimmy laughed, sobered, shook his head and said, "You see, that"s where the worst of the trouble is unknown. I can"t--well, I can"t worry Maw.
She doesn"t know it yet. I"ve been trying to get another job before I broke the news to her and--well, I haven"t succeeded! Those worth while are afraid of me, or else have no opening. For the moment I"m the under dog; but--I"m not whipped!"
And then he told the whole story to Martin, who listened, asked an occasional question, smiled as if at some secret thought, and finally remarked, "Your story agrees with what I"ve heard. But that man Granger must have been a vindictive brute to carry it so far. By the way, did you say your firm gave you the letter he wrote? Let"s see it."
Jimmy took it from his pocketbook and gave it to the wise old man, who stuck gla.s.ses on his nose awry, and at an angle well down toward the point, and scanned the missive.
"Humph! Sounds like that sort of man," he commented, as he handed it back. "What do you think of it?"
Jim considered the question for a time.
"At first I was sore because he couldn"t take a joke. Then I remembered what kind of a man he appeared to be when I met him, and decided that it was just his way. Not a fault, you know, but something he couldn"t help. Men are not all alike. Personally I can"t keep a grudge. Life"s too short for that. I never try to play, even, in a malicious way. If a man really hurts me, I "most always think of his side of it, and if I decide I"m in the wrong, go to him and say so. If I think I"m in the right,--just forget him. If he gets the best of me in business, I congratulate him. That"s part of the game. This chap Granger really never did me much harm and I think maybe that I, without really intending it, did him quite a lot. So I did the best I could to square it."
"How?" asked Martin with another one of those quizzical glances of his.
"I wrote to all the newspapers I could get knowledge of out there, and said that I was the guilty man; that I had played a fool joke under the impulse of the moment and that the Judge was in no wise responsible for anything at all that I said any more than he was for my actions."
"Is that all?"
"Yes, I suppose that was the most of it."
Mr. Martin laughed and shook his head, and then said, in a kindly voice, "No, that wasn"t all you wrote. I read some of your communications as they were printed. You not only apologized for your practical joke, but you ended by the declaration that you regarded Judge Granger as a man worthy of confidence, and a.s.serted that if you were a resident of his const.i.tuency you would vote for him. I call that pretty forgiving."
"But--you see I had done him an unmerited injury," said Jimmy, soberly.
"And so I did all I could to undo it. It was merely playing a white man"s game."
"In spite of the fact that he had cost you your livelihood and done all he could to hurt you?"
"Oh, that had nothing to do with it! I did him an injury, and--I did the best I could to undo it."
Martin sat and looked at him admiringly, for a time, and then asked, "But what are you going to do now that all your trade is aware of your predicament, and are afraid to employ you?"
"I"ll be hanged if I know!" Jimmy admitted, with an air of gravity.
"But--I"ll keep on trying. You can bet on that! I"ll find some way out of it, even if I have to begin again in some other line. They all of them have to admit that I"m honest--that"s an a.s.set that n.o.body can dispute. We can"t all be brilliant and honest at the same time. Some men are brilliant but fail to gain confidence. Other men are honest but can"t be brilliant. I"m honest but haven"t proved brilliant, or unbrilliant, so I"ve got the best of the situation--up to date. Someone, therefore, will give me a chance. So I"m not discouraged. Maybe it"s because I"ve got imagination. When things go dead wrong with me, I just imagine that they"re not so bad, after all. Cowards and pessimists are the only ones to whom imagination is a curse. Why--even a crippled dog has dreams of hunting in his sleep, and he wakes up with hope!"
Jimmy"s host seemed to ponder over this crude philosophy for a time as if bemused by its possibilities, and then suddenly straightened himself in his chair and leaned forward.
"Do you remember what you said to me in the train one day as to a man"s having faith in whatever he sold? And you talked about an automobile called the Sayers car? You do, eh? Well, here"s something that may interest you. The Sayers Automobile Company is going to reorganize its sales organization. It wants a man with imagination who will take hold of that department. It seeks a man with ideas--none of the old, worn out, hackneyed stuff, but--a man with original ideas that will prove good. The Martin Company handles its advertising. Do you think--really and honestly think--that you could reorganize its sales department and bring to it additional success if I recommend you to the Sayers people?"
"You bet your life I could!" a.s.serted Jimmy. "I"ve thought about that car a lot. And in the last few days when n.o.body seems to want me, I have wondered if it wouldn"t be a good move for me to get into the line of motor cars."
Martin seemed to ponder over the situation for a moment and then said, with a sly grin, "Of course the first step for you to take would be to go out to the Sayers works, meet Sayers and his superintendent, make a study of the sales methods they have been employing, and then put before them a full outline of what you propose. If they like it, they will probably give you a chance to demonstrate what you can do. And if you do get the place, and make good, I believe old Sayers is just the sort of man who would appreciate your work and make it mighty well worth your while to stay with him permanently. But I tell you this much, that he believes in efficiency and will have no one around him who can"t deliver the goods. Now do you want to tackle it?"
"I do! I do!" replied Jimmy with fervency, stopped, and then emitted a groan and said, "But good Lord! The Sayers plant is out near Princetown, and Princetown is the home of Judge Granger, and--they"d lynch me if I showed up there--that is, unless I could get the infuriated populace to make another mistake of ident.i.ty and hang the Judge in the belief that he was me!"
"Um-mh! Granger lives in Princetown, eh? That"s rather awkward, isn"t it? What do you propose?"
Jimmy thought a moment and slapped his leg with an air of cheerfulness.
"I"ve got it. I"ll do as I did before--hide all of my face I can. I"ll wear big blue gla.s.ses, and grow a mustache and get my hair dyed black.
And if I can arrange it I"ll go through Princetown like greased lightning, and stop at the works while there."
Martin chuckled with amus.e.m.e.nt and then said, "I think Sayers would send a car to meet you at the train if we wrote him when you were coming, and I have no doubt that you could find some place to stop out near the works. Did you notice if there were any houses near the plant?"
"Yes, lots of them. Neat little places, most of them. Sort of a model city, I should say."
"You are at least observant," commented Martin, and then promptly arose, went to a writing desk and wrote for a time, whilst Jimmy"s spirits soared up and up until he was glad that he had been foisted out of the chocolate trade.
"Sayers knows I belong to this club," said Martin, returning to his seat; "so will think nothing of my letter being written on club, rather than business stationery. Besides I shall confirm these letters along with other matters, when I return to the office. Now here is a letter to old Tom Sayers, and another to Mr. Holmes, his general superintendent.
Letters of introduction--both--as you can see. I think they will suffice to put you in right, and then it"s up to you to formulate a general plan for a selling organization that will suit Sayers. If you can"t show him something to catch his approval, you"ll have wasted your time. If you can, it"s almost certain that you"ll be given a chance to show what you can do. But--mind you!--he"s been probing around on this matter for some time, and has probably had all sorts of schemes suggested and proposed, and you"ve got to show something that is better than anyone else has put forward. In that way it"s sort of compet.i.tive. And--see here!--if I were you I"d not wait to grow a mustache and get my hair dyed and all that rot; but waste no time at all in getting out there lest someone beats you to the place."
"Good!" said Jimmy, promptly. "You just wire them that I"m coming. I remember the timetables. You tell them to send a car to meet me at a train that arrives in Princetown at ten o"clock to-morrow morning! I"m going to start west on the train that leaves the Pennsylvania station in just thirty-five minutes from now."
"Oh, that means an all-night ride and a breakneck connection, doesn"t it? There"s no such rush as all that," expostulated Martin.
"There"s no such thing as too quick action when looking for a job,"
declared Jimmy with all his accustomed energy. "Good-by, and thank you--ever so much. I"m off to try to make good! Good-by!"
Martin looked at him approvingly as if this was the sort of hustling he liked, and accompanied him out to the street. Jimmy bolted into the traffic, dodged under horses" noses, disregarded the shouts of drivers and traffic policemen, mounted a slowly moving taxi, shouted instructions to the driver from the running board, and the last that Martin saw of him was a hand waved through an open window.
"Well," soliloquized Martin after this breathless chase, "if he moves that fast when at work it would take a cyclone to catch him. It strikes me that he"s going to land that job, all right!"