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If he had been alive you would not have been left unthanked and unserved for so long a time." It distresses Corkey. "That's what he was a white man!" David Lockwin is dumb. But he thinks he is saying: "I am David Lockwin! I am David Lockwin!" "It is a sweet remembrance, now." Her voice grows clearer. "They tell me I did wrong to mourn so bitterly. I suppose I did. Mr.
Tarbelle, you are very kind." "Mrs. Lockwin, as I said, I have been a hard man all my life, but your little boy has enslaved me. Sixty-three years! I don't believe I looked twice at my own three boys. But they are great men. Big times at the ho-tel, Mrs. Lockwin. Four hundred people on cots. Here, Davy, you can carry an orange, too. Well, Mary will be waiting for me. Your servant, madam. Good day.
If this doctrine be taught skillfully Esther Lockwin will learn that she must show her gratitude in a substantial manner. Five millions, for instance. After that crisis secrecy may be, less sternly imposed.
Learned editors, noting this phase of the matter, discuss the mausoleums of Asia erected by loving relicts and score a point in journalism. "The widow of the late Hon. David Lockwin, M. C., will soon sail for Europe," says the society paper. But she will do no such thing. She will spend her nights and mornings lamenting her widowhood.
Don't you know I tell you I was going to find that yawl?" "I do." "Well, I find it." Does David Lockwin color? Or are those features forever crimson? "You do look like a man as has been a red-hot sport in his day. Ever do anything in the ring? Let me try that red liquor of yours. Let's see if it tears. Oh, yes, about the yawl.
"Oh!" she exclaims, not expecting to see a man so badly wounded, so highly bandaged. "Nothing at all serious, Mrs. Lockwin," explains Corkey. "Oh, I am so very sorry," says the lady. "Mr. Chalmers, you find me unable to express my feelings. I cannot tell you how many things I should like to explain, and how seriously I am embarrassed by the evils I have brought on you.
He is morally and publicly responsible for the turpitude of the party leaders and the party hacks. He is married to a cold and unsympathetic woman. Did he not wed her as a part of the political bargain? Is life sweet? No. Then let Davy's path be followed. Now, therefore, let this affair of suicide be discussed. Can David Lockwin, the people's idol, commit suicide?
He enters the hotel dining-room. The head waiter seats his guest at a table where three men are eating. Every one of them is a business acquaintance of Lockwin. The excitement of the moment drives away the brain terrors which were entering the man's head. The men regard the newcomer with that look which is given to an uninvited banqueter whose appearance is not imposing.
Or go home, if you want to be there." "Wind blows like sixty!" says the old Chicagoan, after Esther has gone. The mother harkens. She goes to the window. "Is that the lake?" she asks. "Yes; it's too late in the year for David to be on any boat." The wife of David Lockwin cannot sleep. She cannot even write another letter. "How happy are lovers who may write to each other!" she says.
My yellow stuff! Will you see Chalmers, sissy? Call him Chalmers. He's Lockwin, just the same, but call him Chalmers." The wife kisses her husband, and puts the letter back in the drawer. "Sissy." "Yes." "I forgot one thing. Git a little mourning handkerchief out of my hip-pocket. There ain't no gun there. You needn't be afraid."
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