David Lockwin—The People's Idol by John McGovern
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Corkey is an oddity. He is a new factor in politics. The rounders are
curious to hear what he is saying. "Your honor!" cries Corkey in a loud voice. There is a sensation of merriment, which angers the orator. "Oh, I know you're all no-gooders," he says. "I know that as well as any of ye." There is a hurricane of cat-calls from the galleries. There are cries of "Come down!" "Pull down his vest!" "See the sawed-off!" "Yes, 'come down'!" yells the speaker in a white heat. "That's what you bloodsuckers make Lockwin do. He come down! I should say he did! But I'm no soft mark--you hear me? You bet your sweet life!" The merriment is over. This is outrageous. The dignity of this convention has been compromised. There is a furious movement in the rear. The tumult is again unrestrained. Corkey has blundered. The chairman pounds for order. The police begin to "suppress the excitement." "Mr. Corkey, I understand, has an important announcement to make," cries the chair. "You bet I _have_!" corroborates the navigator. |
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