ery Storrs as advocate, had crossed poor Corkey's
mind on the Africa, the Contestant could see that his gold was to be
lost. He could not retreat without disgrace. Now he need not advance.

"You bet I _won't_!" thinks Corkey, as he expresses his regrets that
enforced absence from Chicago will prevent his candidacy.

"You'd be elected!" chime the touching committees.

"You bet I _would_," says Corkey.

"Corkey is too smart," say the touching committees. "Wait till he gets
into politics from the inside. Won't he wolf the candidates!"

Corkey is at last on the shores of Georgian Bay. The weather soon
interferes with the search. But there are no signs of either body or
yawl.

The wreck of the Africa, followed by daily conventional catastrophes,
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.

"He has no grave, and yet your hyenas are barking, and barking. Do you
think I do not read it? Do you think I intend to endure it?"

The leader makes his peace.

As a result there is a return to the question in the party press. Long
eulogies of Lockwin appear. There is a movement for a monument. The
memory of the dead man's oratory stirs the community. Several
prominent citizens subscribe--when they learn that their subscriptions,
however meager, will be made noteworthy from a source where money is