David Lockwin—The People's Idol by John McGovern
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page 198 of 249 (79%)
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He is a man of ideas, not of words. He has an idea. His head quakes.
The tongue begins its whirring like the fan-wheel before the clock strikes. "You can say that the life-saving service display a great act," says the marine editor, relieved of a grievous duty. His pile of telegrams grows smaller. The dreaded work will soon be over. "How's your rich widow?" Corkey has not failed to plume himself on his aristocratic and familiar acquaintance. His associates are themselves flattered. Corkey is to take the telegraph editor to call on Mrs. Lockwin. The night editor is jealously regarded as too smooth with the ladies. He will be left to his own devices. "How's your rich widow?" is repeated. But Corkey cannot hear. He is reading a telegram that astonishes, electrifies and confuses him. "COLLINGWOOD, 14.--After wading ten miles along shore found yawl Africa sunk in three feet water, filled with sand and hundreds stone. Can take you to spot. What reward? What shall we do?" Corkey seizes the dispatch, puts on his coat, and rides downstairs. On the street he finds it is midnight. He looks for a carriage. He sets his watch by a jeweler's chronometer, over which a feeble gas flame burns all night. |
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