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`` Then it was you who saved it , '' said Jim . `` And you saved me , too . I wo n't forget it . '' The Chicago papers reach Tillman City by nine o'clock every morning , and the inhabitants wait till then for information from the outside world . At supper time they read fragmentary Associated Press despatches and a more or less accurate chronicle of local happenings in _ The Watchman _ . Since the coming of the new editor , Tillman 's one daily had contrived to worry along without the assistance of a patent inside , for he was an ambitious young fellow with a knack for writing snappy editorials , and he made the most of the meagre news the city furnished . He did not hear of Jim 's arrival in town and his drive to the hospital until next morning .