The evening times. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1906-1914, 1909-06-30
A Letter From Her Proves
That She Was Completely
Enamored of Him
HAD KNOWN HIM FOR A YEAR
ACCORDING TO HER STORY
Letter in Her Handwriting Says Her
Every Heartbeat Cried Out Against
the Enormity Of the Crime Which
Kept Her From Him.

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feelings entertained by Mrs. Edith
May Woodill towards her slayer,
Lame Bob Eastman, were indicated in
a letter signed Edith" parts OF
which were found in the bungalow OF
the murderer and suicide yesterday.
The missive which in Mrs. Wood
Ills handwriting, couched in most
sentimental language was presum-
ably sent to Eastman. 1t not only
indicates warm attachment for the
man but seems to prove that she had
known him at least year. On the
paper in Eastman's handwriting is
the following:
Little Dear-I cannot live after
our short-of bliss.
with the coming Of you and part
ing ever before me. If we meet in
the unknown let's continue the bliss
full times that we spent here. am
with you in every thought"
The letter signed Edith" contains
the following passages:
"Is the iron immodest when it
creeps through the loadstone and
clings to its side? Is the seed i'm
modest when 1t sinks into the ground
with budding life? Is the cloud bold
when it softens into rain and falls to
earth because it has no other choice
or is 1t brazen when it nestles on the
bosom of heavens arched dome and
sinking into the blue-black inf1nity
ceases to be itself.
"Is the human soul immodest when
drawn by a force it cannot resist IL
seek stronger soul which. absorba
its ego as the blue sky absQfbs a
floating cloud end s.4ellae-warna- h.
swells the seed, as the magnet draws
the iron? II do aaot feel nsyseif; to be
bold or. wrong or immodest for drift
ing toward you as do. would not
feel myself wrong to go straight to
you tomorrow.
There is ever and always some hui
man soul to love and trust US. And
whose confidence we would not alter.
We are not Of our own making and
our lives belong to another Brahma,
who rules and Is wise.
"As one who was unconcerned and
in every line of it and l read only the
same alteration that years absence
would not shadow.
"And the wonder comes to me that
you did not, could not, understand.
Surely life such as yours brings in
time understanding; you must know
lewd from the modest, the untrue
from the true
Dream of you, did I say? Long
for you would be better, for every
heart beat seems to cry out against
the enormity Of the crime that makes
me no longer yours. All the best in
everything seems only to exist be-
cause Of you, and for you.
II hate existance away from you.
Why do men dare to lift up their
voices against the blessed arts? Art
in others which is but q greater,
stronger, warmer spark of Gods soul
and than that they possess, or can
lessen the understanding we have one
for the other, and no difference can
make US forget?
Remember me always as you
loved me best, and, though were you
IA bandit-a-anything-my heart
would beat in responsiveness to
yours.
Thine, but asks instead wilt thou
be mine?' loved by time one has
grown to know it's significance. han
usury been made degenerate thing? :?
That is hard to recognize.
Are we not blessed and know that
no happenings CAM"