would be bigamy! Ha!"

David Lockwin has fallen upon a low place. But he would perish if
jealousy must be added.

"Corkey's plan is a good one, but why does he not push it faster? And
Corkey has not spoken of the matter for three weeks. One night he said
he would soon be 'where he could talk.'"

The prescription clerk is very busy. A customer wants a cigar. The
druggist goes in to make a profit of three and a half cents. He
returns to his window, wets it once more, begins the wiping, and is
frightened by the thought of five millions of money.

"Davy's tonsils swelled, and Tarpion was to cut them off. I wonder if
it is my tonsils. I wonder if my nose could be straightened. I have
no doubt my skin could be cleared."

Once more the supporting forces of nature have come to the rescue of
David Lockwin. It is clear that he must be rejuvenated. He must
exercise and regain an appetite. He must recover twenty-five pounds of
flesh that have left him since that cursed night of the Africa.

"Strange fate!" he ejaculates, remembering the almost comatose
condition in which he walked on deck, and was saved.

His eyes grow sightless. The dull, little, trivial street has palled
upon his view. He sees a crowd gathering at a corner and making
demonstrations in a cross street.

The next moment his own horses dash around the corner into State
street, driverless and running away.

A lady's head protrudes from the window. Yes, it is Esther!

The druggist grasps his long pole lightly. He takes the middle of the
street. He holds his pole like a fence before the team.

"Whoa, Pete! Whoa, Coley!" he cries.

The horses believe they must turn. They lose momentum. They shy. The
man is at their bits.

They drag him along the curb. One horse slips down. The pole cracks
in two. A hundred men are on hand now.

David Lockwin flies to the carriage. He unlocks the door. He gathers
his wife in his arms. Oh! happy day! He carries her into his drug
store. He applies restoratives to the fainting woman. She slowly
revives.

"Please take me home and send for Dr. Tarpion," she says, relapsing
into lethargy.

Men seize David Lockwin, for he is bleeding profusely.

"He terrifies her!" they exclaim. They wash his forehead. He has a
long cut over the brow.

Work fast as he may with court-plaster Esther is carried forth before
the druggist can be in front to aid. People are full of praise for the
heroic man.