Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1913-09-27

telephoned to me. came, l have
told you about that. He changed to
his own clothes. made him 90 down.
stairs and offer to help. My clothes
which Juan had worn down the fire-
escape In the rain, were still little
wet. I looked them over carefully;
there were no blood-stains on them.
put them by the register to dry; and
cleaned the shoes--that pair Of red
ones there in the closet. BY the time
they came to take me away to this
house no one would have known that
my garments had been out In the wet.
when they moved me, took away
the jewels and the stronghold in my
bedding. Later Juan dropped the box
into the river, and sent the jewels to
my cousin In Caracas.
TT was his plan to leave the coun-
try ~ soon as We might do SO without
attracting suspicion. But when they
arrested Mr.. Wade, I could not agree
to that--I could not have his death on
my soul. Juan was imploring me to
leave; but I told him that would not
until Mr.. Wade was released or &C
QuAISoA. ~ ~ C0"O W lAO WOISt. -
would confess. persuaded Juan that
/ was right. That 10 why We stayed.
We had no other reason.
IT make this statement without hope
or offer OF reward or immunity, Sole
~ in the interest Of Justice.
"Margarita Perez.
80 sx%s 80
reitera&e-t narrative, which to-
you may seem to run 80 plainly and
simply, was broken all along the way
with police questions, with exclama-
tons, with hesitations, with parox-
ysms, mental and physical. At times,
the voice of Miss Estrilla Cor Sonora
Perez was . moro whisper of horror.
At times It, swelled to a full poignant
note as she tried to make her points
In Juan's defense. Now. as she An
ished, 1t simply ran down until it was
silence. And With the tired motion Of
q child who falls asleep, she quietly
tainted
Here, Kennedy, get some water!"
exclaimed Inspector McGee. MRS. lie
Grange Rose Mrs. LIE Grange"
ed the hall. She was not there. He
went downstairs, calling. He had
reached the second fOor landing when
Mrs. Leary's voice answered him from
below.
"she went out = quarter Of an hour
ago. called Mrs. LaAry. "You said
We were to DO what she told us, so I
let her through. Wasn't that all right,
Chief"
CHAPTER XIX.
When Rosalie LIE Grange named the
Hotel Deidrich to the taxicab chauf-
four, bar ob3ect-she followed here but
an old instlnct-was to cover her
tracks in case Of many contingencies
She dismissed the cab, however, at
the north door of the Deidrich. walked
through the hubby to the west en-
trance, walked out on Broadway,
walked block south. There, spying
another taxicab whose meter displayed
the red sign vacant, she comman-
deered it, and announced her real OBJ
Jecttve.
Casino Central Park-go FAST"
sho said. During the drive she stared
straight ahead and talked in low un.
dertones to hersek. This !was an old
'habit, born OF her half-believed. half
assumed ''mediumship'' in her days OF
active practise. In these later days
she was stiN wont to argue out in soft
phrases OF her lips the problems OF
her soul. One who had overheard
these scattered phrases now would
have known that she was still hghting
for . decision.
''Well, amt the world been good to
me lately7" she was saying as they
swept into the Park entrance. Cant
I AFFORD to take chance with myself
an happiness? p And then, ooh, how
will Martin look at it-Martin! \"
"A little later, as the taxiceb took
the rolling drive beside park lake,
she was saying:
IT couldn't bear 1t II he Was sent to
the chair could never live through
It'd die, too" II seemed that upon
this statement she made her decision,
for she talked to herself no more until
the taxicab rolled up before the Casino
and stopped. And as che rose. her
smile broke out for the first time in
that, passage. But 1t was grave
smile. whose softness did not reach
to her eyes-as though one smiled
with the hnmor OF God at the tragic
comedy In this world.
"An' she called me a traitor-an'
she'll always believe it, what's more"
she said.
The piazza OF the Casino, SO gay
and colorful in summer, lay bleak and
bare now under the cold November
wind and fading afternoon light. so
that Resale, sensitive to physical i'm
pressions what with the tensity Of her
soul, shudderedi as she passed from the
step to the door. Within, only few
light were In; the restaurant, plainly,
was letting business fade away toward
it's winter Quiescence. Near the door
sat q couple; then two men; and
there, IN the remote corner, was a
CLINT of golden hair which could be
only Betsy-Barbara's. Opposite sat the
focus of her search-him whom Bet
sy-Babara still thought to be Senior
Estrilla He was smiling just then,
and his hands were playing In swift,
expressive little gestures. AS Resale
Le Grange waved aside the head
waiter and took her hterminable jour
ney across the room, It occurred to her