David Lockwin—The People's Idol by John McGovern
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The writer will therefore, if wise, abandon his attentions and intentions. If I receive any more of his "consolatory letters" I shall look up Robert Chalmers with detectives. Respectfully, IRENAEUS TARPION, M. D. CHAPTER VI THE YAWL It is about 10 o'clock at night in the office of the great newspaper. The night editor sits at his desk reading the latest exchanges. The telegraph editor labors under a bright yellow light, secured by the use of a vast expanse of yellow paper. The assistant telegraph editor is groaning over a fraudulent dispatch from a correspondent whose repute is the worst. A place is still vacant at the tables. The marine dispatches are piling high. "Where is the sea-dog?" asks the night editor, who is in command of the paper. "Good evening, Corkey," says the telegraph editor. "I trust we are spared for another day of usefulness," says the night editor, with an |
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