Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1916-09-29

John Leonard and that he waa
taking his leave of Leonard as the
clock struck twelve.
"Mr. Leonard sailed for Brazil al
two in the morning, before Martel re-
covered consciousness after his tussle
with the policeman. All efforts, by
the prisoners attorneys, to locate Mr..
Leonard have failed, as he is in the
'hinterland,' beyond the reach Of tele-
graph.
1T 1t needless to say, no credence
was placed in Martei's remarkable
alibi; since all evidence points to the
fact that he did not leave Miss Dray-
toms apartment from the moment he
first entered 1t, until he attempted to
escape afer the murder was commit
ted. The revolver with which the vic
tim was killed, bore Martels name
carved on the butt.
Great credit is due to District At.
torney c. M. Halloran for his brilliant
handling of the case, and to his pretty
secretary. Miss Margaret Graeme, for
her really noteworthy aid in building
up the impregnable structure of evil
dence against the accused"
John Leonard read the badly crun-
pied article with eyes abulge. He
looked again at the date, then groaned
aloud. An hour later he was on his
way to the nearest town that had a
telegraph office, and thence, post-haste,
to the coast.
Margaret Graeme sat in the libarry
of her fathers house. A book lay on
her lap. But she was not reading.
The last few months had put prema-
a new look of acknowledgements OF
terror-in her eyes. She stared into
space as if trying to fathom an I'M
known depth.
And thus John Leonard, on his way
uptown from the ship, found her. She
rose to greet him as he entered the
room. But he paid no heed to her
timidly outstretched hand or to her de-
precating smile of welcome. His first
curt words were:
81 am too late. My cablegram was
delayed somehow in Brazil. The OPP
orator went on a spree, l suppose. L
find it never reached the district at
torney until this morning. ! heard.
by wireless, yesterday, of Edwin Mar
tel's execution"
DON'T" she shuddered, "Oh, let me-
forget it,"
Forget it," he said raspingly, For.
get that you helped send an innocent
man to his death? You will be lucky
If ever you can forget it. Or perhaps"
he sneered, independent womanhood
and a public career take no account
of such trifies as judicial murder"
Don't" she said again, imploring-
ly, "Oh, John, do you suppose you
can make me feel worse than l do?
When he was sentenced he turned
toward me and looked me full in the
eyes. And his look went through me
like white-hot iron. All at once knew,
whatever the evidence against him,
that Edwin Martel was innocent l
went to the district attorney. l begged
him-on my knees / begged him-to
get Martel reprieve until you could
be heard from. Mr.. Halloran just
laughed at my plea and said: Re-
prieve and such legal delays are for
rich men. Not for poor guys who
haven't cash or influence. If it wasn't
for an occasional poor man caught in
it's meshes. the law would never have
fair chance and I'd never make rec
ord? l resigned my secretaryship,
that very minute, and came back home.
But can never undo what / have
DONE"
Never" coldly assented Leonard.
"The law has been satisfied. And JUS
tice has been cheated. If Edwin Mar
tel had had money enough, he could