Next day, the Judge, he give consultin's in the eatin'-house sample-room. I went over and had a talk with him, tellin' him just how I wanted that votin' contest to go. He said he wisht me luck, but that if the railroad boys felt they needed his medicine, he didn't believe he had no right to keep 'em from buyin'. And, a-course, when a feller made a buy, he wanted t' vote like he pleased. Said the best thing was t' git holt of folks that 'd met Miss Sewell and liked her, 'r wanted t' work fer her ole man, 'r 'd just as lief do _me_ a good turn.
I hunted up Billy. "Doc," I says, "I _hope_ Briggs ain't a-goin' to name that Brown waitress fer its best sample. Now----"
"Aw, wal," says Billy, "think how it 'd tickle her!"
"Tickle some other gal just as much," I says.
"And the _prettiest_ gal ought to be choosed. Now, it could be fixed--_easy._"
"Who do you think it oughta be?" ast Billy.
"Strikes me you' wife's little sister is the pick."
"Cupid," says Billy, lookin' anxious like, "don't you git you'self too much inter_est_ed in Macie Sewell. You know how the ole man feels towards you. And what can _I_ do? He ain't any too friendly with _me_ yet? So be keerful."
"Now, Doc," I goes on, "don't you go to worryin' about me. Just you help by _prescribin' that medicine._"
"To folks that don't need none?" ast Billy. "Aw, I don't like to." (Billy's awful white, Billy is.) "It won't do 'em no good."
"Wal," I says, "it won't do 'em no _harm._"
"You could let it out that somebody in town's been cured by the stuff," I suggests.
"Only make them railroad fellers buy more."
"That's so. Wal, I guess the best thing fer me to do is to hunt up people with a misery and tell 'em they'd better buy--and vote my way."
Billy throwed back his haid and haw-hawed.
"You're a _dickens_ of a feller!" he says. "When you want to have you' own way, I never seen _any_-body that could think up more gol-darned things."
"And," I _con_tinues, "if that Root-ee just had a lot of forty-rod mixed in it, it 'd be easier'n all git out to talk fellers into takin' it. If they'd try _one_ bottle, they'd shore take _another._"
"Now, Cupid," says Billy, like he was goin' to scolt me.
"'R if ole man Baker 'd take the stuff and git his hearin' back."