The Washington times., 1909-07-04
CHARACTER STUDY
IN EASTNAN'S LIFE
Like a Creature of Fiction
He Lived and
Died.
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Ct won't allow YOU TO talk to me like
that Mr.. Eastman" she must have re-
piled You have no such claim upon
me. ], too, have something TO look out
for. Ny name, my home. my husband.
this new life I'm living, this happiness
I've found in settling down in a dove
nest of my own with man who loves
me. Oh. why did 1 ever come here. here
20 you. you with your brutal ways. your
demands backed by nothing but your
present desperation and the associations
of a past I am trying to forget. I won {.
! won't do it, that's all"
The man across the table clutched
the cloth in front Of him He half
arose, his eyes bidding defiance. his
lame leg strong in the rage that shook
his frame. He was angry, this man
whom they said could never show an
ger, for the crisis in his life had come.
He leaned over until his hot breath
famed the fair cheek opposite him.
II was as though a snake had charmed
its prey.
You wont. eh?" he Kissed You d
leave me here in these swamps. in this
dismal helI-hole to fight my own way
while you go back to him would you?
You mean it, do you? Do you? Do
you2"
Il meant what I said. Bob" she re-
piled. I'm not going TO help you any
more-not now, anyway-and If you
threaten me. why I can tell as much
as you"
You mean, the police?' he painted.
Yes, the police.
There was a crash. bottle struck a
tender skull. crowned with auburn hair
A moment later rich, red blood turned
the tresses 10 crimson. She fell in a
heap upon the floor.
7 didn't mean it. Edith. ! forgot" he
must have said. Il couldn't stand that
/ was crazy. Look, look at me. Edith
for heavens sake. speak"
Evidence Points
To Lingering Death.
When the posse searched the bunga-
low they found remnants of towels used
10 stop the flow of blood, disordered
bottles Of restoratives, spirits and many
used glasses. He must have laid her
on the bed and watched her die as he
frantically tried to stop the ebb of her
LIES blood Dead bouies do not bleed.
they say, and it must have been a ling
ering death for Edith WoodilI Who can
say that genial Bob Eastman. the man
who had never shown anger, didn't
realize the awfulness OF his deed when
II was too late and then do the best to
atoneg Who can say that in his half
erazed. fear-haunted condition, the hid
tns Of the body didn't appeal to
him As the best means fer hid
ing from the world another secret of his
eventful life
The next day he went to Baltimore.
outWardly calm, it appeared, but ia
Wardly panic-stricken, and pawned her
diamonds. He returned TO the scene OF
MS crime and spent another night there.
the body Of his victim just on the bun
gaiow in the lake. This is the cold
bioodedness Of it All that makes his
former friends shake their heads dubi-
ously and say:
Something wrong That wasn't our
Bob Eastman. His reason mad gone.
poor fellow"
The new-found friends of Mr.. Rob-
erts,' self-sty-led magazine writer and
capitalist, along the Eastern Shore felt
the same way George Taylor, to whom
he repaid SEQ Just "A short time before
he vas surrounded in his boat, said he
would have assisted in getting Eastman
OUT Of any tzouble In which he might
fail