David Lockwin—The People's Idol by John McGovern
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thought it was his bar'l that beat me."
The widow is striving so hard to understand that the man speaks more slowly. "But I meet him at Owen Sound. Between you and me he was to fix me--see?" The woman does not see. "You mustn't say it to nobody, but I went to Georgian Bay to show him my slate." "Is it politics?" "That's what it is, and it's mighty dirty work. But I don't think your husband was no politician." It is a compliment, and the woman so receives it. "He was late, and the old tub was rubbing the pier away when the jackleg train arrive." "The st-st-steamer was wa-wa-waiting," explained the boy. "Ah! yes," nods the listener. "You see, the coon can't talk," says Corkey, "but he's got any number of points. Well, we wet our whistles, and it's raw stuff they sell over there--but you don't know nothing about that. I introduce him to |
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