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Updated: May 17, 2025
The gossip of the store deals often with Dr. Tarpion. Dr. Tarpion is gradually arousing the jealousy of the husband. The burning of the consolatory letters was a dreadful repulse of the lover's siege. The druggist has scrubbed the windows with the brush. He is drying them with the rubber wiper. He stamps the pole on the sidewalk.
"Davy's tonsils swelled, and Tarpion was to cut them off. I wonder if it is my tonsils. I wonder if my nose could be straightened. I have no doubt my skin could be cleared." Once more the supporting forces of nature have come to the rescue of David Lockwin. It is clear that he must be rejuvenated. He must exercise and regain an appetite.
Now, therefore, let David undertake an interrogatory, and tremblingly mail it to Dr. Tarpion. To be sure, this is better. Suppose David Lockwin the unknown monitor, had invited Esther to advertise in a newspaper, and the advertisement had been left out! Or, suppose he had suggested a certain signal at her house, or in New York anywhere! It would be a chance too great to take.
It is he who, in the midnight of Esther Lockwin's grief, prepared for her confidential reading those long and scholarly essays of consolation which she studied so gratefully. Mr. Harpwood did not put his lucubrations in the care of Dr. Tarpion. Each and every one was written for no other eye but Esther's. While Dr. Tarpion was holding the husband at bay, Dr.
How slight an annoyance is the lack of that old-time prescription of Dr. Tarpion, which alone will relieve the melancholia! For Robert Chalmers finds that the weather still gives him a turn. If the lost prescription will alone lift the oppression, is not the annoyance considerable, providing Dr. Tarpion cannot be seen? Robert Chalmers had planned a life at Florence.
He does not want to be jealous, but time is going by time is going by. That Tarpion! It would be hard! It would be hard! A new thought comes. The disfigured face grows malicious. "It would be bigamy! Ha!" David Lockwin has fallen upon a low place. But he would perish if jealousy must be added. "Corkey's plan is a good one, but why does he not push it faster?
The caller is adding together the mills, pineries, elevators, hotels, steamers, steel mills, quarries and railroads that Judge Wandrell owned on the great lakes. The pleasant-faced lady thinks her caller ought to go. He is angry at her. He shows it. He blames her as much as he does Tarpion. He retreats reluctantly. A stranger is in possession of the home of David Lockwin.
Tarpion absent? What a good fortune, however, that Dr. Floddin can be given charge. And if the disease be diphtheria, whisky will alleviate and possibly cure the patient. It is a hobby with Lockwin. Dr. Floddin has come rather oddly by this practice. Who he is, no other regular doctor knows. But Dr. Floddin has an honest face, and keeps a little drug store on State street below Eighteenth.
David Lockwin thinks of Tarpion's threat about a claimant. It grows clear to him that there is a Chicagoan alive who can view his own cenotaph, his own memorial hospital, his own home who can proclaim himself to be the husband, and yet there will be men like Tarpion who will deny all. Lockwin's face annoys him. "Why was I such a fool to go without the proper treatment in that outlandish region!
David Lockwin dares not intrust his secret to a chance acquaintance like Corkey, who is completely devoted to Mrs. Lockwin. What man can now be found who will support a possible relation of mutual friend in this singular case? The thought of Dr. Tarpion comes again and again. Clearly a lover cannot wait forever. And he must know whether or not Esther reads the letters.
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