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Updated: June 19, 2025
It is murder that furnace going out. This thought comes to Lockwin over and over; perhaps the feeling of murder is because Davy is not an own son. It is all wretched and hideous! The slime of politics and the smell of flaxseed unite to demoralize the man. O if Dr. Tarpion were only here! But Davy will take no medicine; how could Tarpion help Davy? Yes, that medicine ipecac!
Corkey should be flung in the sea and well rid of him. As the ship is foundering we will go on deck, but when a man is so conspicuous as David Lockwin, how can he commit suicide how can he disappear? There are words, indistinctly heard. It is Corkey crying to Lockwin to climb up the steps to the hurricane deck. Indeed it is a clever riddance of that uncomfortable man.
Notice of contest has been served on Congressman Lockwin as a blind for subsequent operations, and yesterday the newly elected member left hurriedly for Washington to consult with the attorney general. It is evident that the federal authorities will inquire into the high-handed outrages which swelled the votes of Corkey and the other unsuccessful candidates on election day.
The persistent chambermaid is the Georgian Bay. The gale has subsided. The sun shines. Blackbirds are singing. The yawl is dancing on the waves near the shore. David Lockwin sits up. How warm and pleasant to be alive! Alive! Oh, yes! Chicago! The Africa! Is it not better? Has he any face left? His nose seems flat. He must be desperately wounded. His eyes grow dim. He must be dying again.
The man is at their bits. They drag him along the curb. One horse slips down. The pole cracks in two. A hundred men are on hand now. David Lockwin flies to the carriage. He unlocks the door. He gathers his wife in his arms. Oh! happy day! He carries her into his drug store. He applies restoratives to the fainting woman. She slowly revives. "Please take me home and send for Dr.
Lockwin is up and away at seven o'clock in the morning. "Be careful of the boy, Esther," he says. "What does the doctor seem to think?" "He gives the same medicine," says Esther, "but Davy played his orguinette for over an hour yesterday." "He did! Good! Esther, that lifts me up. I wish I could have heard him!" "David, I fear that you are overtasking yourself. Do be careful! please be careful!"
The interests of the nation are now to be husbanded in this First Congressional district. The silvery voice of the gifted orator is to reclaim the wandering or lagging voter. The man who has lost faith in the power of the ballot is to be revived with the stimulus of human speech. It can be done. It is done in every campaign. Lockwin is doing it each afternoon and night.
Collector of the port this office seems small to a man who really polled more votes than Lockwin. The notion has taken hold of Corkey that, by some hook or crook, Lockwin will get out and Corkey will get in. When he thinks of this, Corkey rises and walks about his chair, sitting down again. This is a gambler's habit. There follows this incantation an incident which flatters his ambition.
Lockwin was telling me how much it disturbed you. Don't lose your empire over him, and he will be all right in a week. He must not have a relapse that might kill him." "Doctor, I am risen out of hell, the third day. I cannot tell you what I have felt, especially since midnight. But I can tell you now what I want. I desire that you shall take my place on this case.
Oh, he ain't no timber for President, or even for senator. I did tell Lockwin how my wife died. I got to the funeral, of course, for this is a city, and Old Sol was forty miles away, with muddy roads. But, boys, when I get tired I just have to go up to the lake and catch bass. I tell you, politics is hard. I must find Lockwin right away. Good-bye, boys. Charge those drinks to me." It is Sunday.
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