"The late honorable David Lockwin," begins the pastor of the fashionable church.
"The late honorable David Lockwin," write the reporters.
"The late honorable David Lockwin," writes David Lockwin.
He grows ill and dizzy once more. The exercises proceed. He will fall if he do not look at Esther's face.
"I know," cries the shrill soprano, "that my--Redeemer liveth."
There comes upon the widow's face an ecstatic look of hope. She will meet her husband in heaven, and he will praise her love and fidelity.
"God bless her!" writes the Eau Claire reporter, and hastily scratches the sentence as he reads it.
A messenger approaches the reporters. A note is passed along.
"I got to go!" whispers Corkey, "you can stay. They sent for me at the office. I guess something's up."
David Lockwin is only too glad to escape. He dreads to leave Esther, yet what is Esther to him? He will hurry away to New York before he falls into the abyss that opens before him.