The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1916-11-09

John Leonard and that he was
taking his leave of Leonard as tho
clock struck twelve.
"Mr. Leonard sailed for Brazil At
two in the morning. before Martsl re-
covered consciousness after his tussle
with tho policeman. All efforts, by
the prisoners attorneys, to locate Mr..
Leonard have failed, a he ia in the
'hinterland.' beyond the reach Of tels'
graph.
TT 1t needless to say, no credence
was placed in Martel's remarkable
alibi; since all evidence points to the
fact that he did not leave Miss Dray-
tons apartment from the moment he
first entered it, until he attempted to
escape afer the murder was commit
ted. The revolver with which the vic
tim was killed, bore Martel's 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 i~mpregnable structure of evil
dence against the accused"
John Leonard read the badly crum-
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 Off ice, and thence, post-haste,
to the coast.
. . 8
Margaret Graeme sat in the libarry
Of her fathers house. A book lay on
her lap. But she vas not reading.
The last few months had put prema-
ture lines into her face. and there was
a new look of acknowledgement Of
terror-in her eyes. She stared into
space as II 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 o~utstretched hand or to her de-
~precating smile Of welcome. His first
curt words were:
"I am too late. MY cablegram Was
delayed somehow in Brazil. The op-
orator went on q spree, I suppose. !
md it never reached the district at
tornsy until this morning. l heard.
by wireless, yesterday, OF Edwin Mar
tells execution"
DON'T" she %snuddered. "Oh, let me
forget III"
Forget I'll" he said raspingly, For
get that you helped send an innocent
man to his death! You will be lucky
II ever you can forget 1t. Or perhaps"
he sneercd. independent womanhood
and . public career take no account
OF such tribes as q judicial murder"
Don't" she said again, %imploring.
~, "Oh, John. do you suppose you
can mako me feel worse thar I do?
When he vas 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 l 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 a reprisve until you could
be heard from. Mr.. Halloran just
laughed at my plea and said: Re-
prieve and such legal delays are for
rich Q 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
a fair chance and I'd never make a rec
ord7 l resigned my secretaryship,
that very minute. and came back home.
But | can never undo what ] have
done"
Never" ooldly assented Leonard.
The law has been satisfied. And JUS
tice has been cheated. If Edwin Mar
tel had had money enough, he could