The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1914-02-26

L nave Tedu ABOUT apOploAy III every
medical book in the public library. And
when l saw him last-there was blood
in his nostrils."
Rosalie nodded.
81 saw that, too. My, but coroner's
physicians are dense!" she said.
Nov I've got to talk hard and
straight. You were in the act of burg
larry. 1t don't make no difference that
you had right to burgle-no jury
would recognize that. The coroner's
physician never thought Of anything
but that stab wound-never thought to
look for apoplexy-case seemed too
plain. You an / are the only people
who thought about that bloody nose.
The body's cremated, an If it wasn't
well, we won't go into that. Why
Juan Perez, they'd laugh at you. Do
you see? Don't you get your fix?"
He was trembling, and now he made
pitiful movement with his hands
as though to steady his head.
$50 you must get away"
'But my sister"
"Now hold on to yourself. I've got
to talk awful to make you see this
thing. She didn't kill him-she
couldn't. Anybody could see that. A
sick little thing like her hasn't the
power In her to drive such a knife
into a big man who's standin' on his
feet. No jury would swallow it. She's
accessory or somethin'-bu you can
hot T,xo
jury amt goin' to give a verdict
against sick little woman who's an
accessory because she's standin' by
her brother. They may do that in
English countries, but not here. An
which do you think would be better
for your sister-to go to jail until her
trial, or to wait by the gate of Sing
Sing an take you away some morn
ing all dead an floppy after you'd had
ten thousand volts of electricity
switched into your spinal column"
Estrilla was on his feet now, in a
crisis Of nerves. His eyes closed and
opened to a set stare.
81 thought you'd see It," said Rosa
lie. Il won't keep you in suspense any
longer. You're gcin' to git away. An
I've fixed 1t. Look at this-here, take
it," She pulled another paper from
her muff, handed it to Estrilla. 1t
shook in his hands as he read
"A seaman's paper" he said at
length.
For Antonio CORR, an Italian sailor
signed for the schooner Maud. He fell
down a hatch this morning an broke
his leg. An he can't go. You're ship
pin as him. I've fixed it. The Cap
tain don't know who you are. He only
knows that he's got man who must
beat it out of the country-an' he'll
do anfthin' for me. He lands at Hall
fax. He'll fix it for you to get to the
next place-wherever that may be.
I'm going to write him at Halifax ad-
visin' him about that. An you're to
tell him, so he can tell me, SO / can
tell your sister. where you've gone.
Got any money on you?"
"Only a little.'
well, the Captain has two hundred
dollars of mine-for you. l want you
to understand it's loan with interest
at five per cent, to be paid when it's
safe. If you need any more, I'll send
it to the skipper-same terms. That's
agreed?"
Eyes. Why do you"
take all this trouble? Old fool.
Now, listen. There's taxi over there
dischargin' passengers at the Casino.
We're goin' to flag it. We're goin'
to take it as far as Sixth Avenue, an
We'll travel by elevated the rest Of
Der their passengers an taxicab driv-
ers sometimes do. Well get on sepa-
rate trains an meet on the dock-Pier
161a East River. Know how to find
that? Well, I'll tell you as we go.
Here! Taxi" And Resale waved
to the chauffeur
"Sixth Avenue elevated. Nearest
station" she directed.
In the midst of her minute instruc-
tons, Estrilla Cor Perez started once
to thank her.
How do you come to do this?" he
said. "And how did the police ever"
Rosalie put her mouth close to his
ear.
"Taxis are built funny sometimes"
she whispered; "the chauffeur might
hear"
He turned on her a caressing look
of gratitude. Life was back in his
face and motion now. He looked out
on the serried rows of West Side apart
ment-houses, and dropped for a second
into Spanish.
"Sangre de Dios!' he said, "how I
shall always hate New York;"
They were drawing up at the ele-
waited.
Remember how to get there?" she
whispered before she opened the door.