soon fades from public recollection. The will of David Lockwin is
brought into court. The estate is surprisingly small.

It had been supposed that Lockwin was worth half a million. Wise men
said Lockwin was probably good for $200,000. The probate shows that
barely $75,000 have been left to the wife, and the estate thus
bequeathed is in equities on mortgaged property. Mills that had always
been clear of incumbrances are found to have been used for purposes of
money-raising at the time of the election, or shortly thereafter.

The public conclusion is quick and unfavorable.

Lockwin ruined himself in carrying the primaries! The opposition
papers, while professing the deepest pity for the dead, dip deep into
the scandals of the election. "It is well the briber is out of the
reach of further temptation," say they.

This tide of opprobrium would go higher but for the brave efforts of a
single woman. She visits the political boss.

"You killed my husband!" she says deliberately.

The leader protests.

"Now you let these hyenas bark every day at his grave. And he has no
grave!"

The woman grows white. The leader expostulates, The woman regains her
anger.