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Updated: May 17, 2025
"The voice of the people, my fellow-citizens," cries the people's idol, "is the voice is the voice of God." "God, and Holy Mary, and the sweet angels!" comes a low, keening cry from the kitchen. It is a month after the election. Lockwin has been out of bed for a week. "You astound me!" cries Dr. Tarpion. The doctor is just back from his mine in Mexico.
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!
Tarpion to the special censorship of Esther's mail, and to the fear of claimants, George Harpwood is in command of the situation. When a man cultured in all the arts that please, gives himself to the fascinating of a particular person, male or female, that man does not often fail. Where the prize is five millions he ought to play his highest trumps. This is what George Harpwood has done.
He has been diligent in all kinds of weather. He has discreetly avoided the outer appearance of personal service. But he has filled the place of spiritual comforter to Esther Lockwin, and has filled it well. If you ask what friends Mrs. Lockwin has, the servants will speak of Dr. Tarpion first, of the architects, and of Corkey. Harpwood they do not mention.
Tarpion to be gone another week, and is the cook right when she says Davy must eat? "Hear!" "The winning candidate," says the majority press, "is making a prodigious effort. It is confidentially explained that he was wounded by the charges of desertion or lukewarmness, which were circulated during the week of the primaries." Dr. Floddin is therefore to take care of Davy. Dr.
Tarpion was rapidly overcoming a prejudice against Harpwood. "Really, the man has been invaluable to me," the administrator now vows. "No one could deliberately and selfishly enter the grief-life of such a widow." For Harpwood, smarting with a double defeat, in the loss of Esther and the election of Lockwin, has at once devoted himself to the saddest offices.
And just at this epoch of new hygiene Davy's eyes grew sore. "Take him to a specialist," said Dr. Tarpion. The specialist made the eyes a little worse. "Them's just such eyes as Dr. Floddin cured on my sister," said the peddling huckster's son at the kitchen door. The housekeeper could say as much for a relative whom the cheap druggist had served.
There are photographs of George Harpwood; there are green seals; there are many attestations. The bride must raise her eyes now. She sees the star of the officer. She reads the number 803. Is that from David, too? Ah, yes, she must turn her head. The bridegroom is gone! A man enters, in hot haste and intense excitement. Is it the bridegroom returning? It is Dr. Tarpion. He seizes her by the hand.
But, of course, she reads them! "And they comfort her, God bless her!" cries the happy lover. But he must not wait too long. She needs him. She must be rescued from Chicago. Why not write to Dr. Tarpion? He is a dear old friend. He seems very dear, now that Lockwin needs him. The doctor is the administrator of the estate, if we come to recollect. Certainly!
No lover should leave anything to fortune. Dr. Tarpion will give the information. He shall be the mutual friend the go-between to unravel this tangled web of deception. If David Lockwin shall in future discover himself to Esther, he must have the aid of a discreet and loving friend. Dr. Tarpion is the man. This letter will open the way for further disclosures.
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