David Lockwin—The People's Idol by John McGovern
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page 167 of 249 (67%)
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Lockwin confronts Robert Chalmers. There is a page of matter
concerning the dedication of a monument on the following Saturday. The arbiter stammers so wretchedly that the losing side withdraw their offer of arbitration. "Chalmers doesn't know," they declare, and take away the paper while Chalmers strives to read to the last syllable. He is sick. He cannot conclude his day's work. His evident distress secures a leave for the day. "Get somebody in my place if I am not here tomorrow," he says, thoughtfully, for they have been his only friends, little as they suspect it. "Chicago in mourning for David Lockwin!" he cries in astonishment, as he purchases great files of old Chicago papers. "Chicago dedicating a monument to David Lockwin! It is beyond conception! And so soon! The monument of Douglas waited for twenty years." The air and the ride revive the man. He even enters a restaurant and tries to eat a _table d'hote_ dinner with a bottle of Jersey wine, all for 50 cents, To do a perfunctory act seems to resuscitate him. He takes up his heavy load of newspapers and finds a boy to carry them. He remembers that he is a book-keeper on a small salary, and discharges the boy at half-way. He reaches his apartments and prepares for the long perusal of his files of Chicago news. Each item seems to feed his self-love. He is not Robert Chalmers. He is David Lockwin. |
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