The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1916-08-19

John Leonard and that he was
taking his leave o. Leonard as the
clock struck twelve.
"Mr. Leonard sailed for Brazil at
two in the morning. before Martel re-
covered consciousness after his tussla
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 It needless to say. no credencs
was placed In Martel's remarkable
abb; 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 Martel's name
carved on the butt.
Great credit is due to District AZ.
torney c. NJ. Halloran for his brilliant
handling Of the case, and to his pretty
secretary. Miss Margaret Graeme, for
her really noteworthy ali in building
up the impregnable structure Of eyt.
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 no was on his
way to the nearest town that had q
telegraph Office, and thence, p~oat-baste
to the &C .st.
Margaret Graeme sat In tho libarr,
Of her fathers house. A book 10y on
her lap. But she was not read:as.
The last few months had put pre;ns
ture lines into her face, and there Was
a new look Of melancholy-almost Of
terror-in her eyes. She stared into
space as II trying to fathom an IN
known depth.
And thus John Leonard, on hts way
uptown from the ship. found her. She
rose to greet him as he entered the
room. But he paid no heed to he,
timidly o%utstretched hand or to her de-
precating smile OF welcome. His frs,
curt words were:
II am too late. My cablesram vat
delayed somehow in Brazil. The Up
orator went on a spree, I suppose. ]
find 1t never reached the district at.
torney until this morning. hos.d
by wireless, yesterday, Of Edwin Mar
tells execution"
"Don't!" she shuddered, "oh, lat me
forget it,"
Forget III" he said rasriagly, For.
get that you helped send an innocent
man to his death? You will be lucky
If ever YOU car forget it. Or perhaps"
he sneered, independent womanhood
and a public career take 70 account
of such trifles as a judicial murder"
Don't" she said again, impiorlng.
ly, "oh. John, do you suppose you
can make me feel worse than I dol
When he vas sentenced he tuned
toward me and looked nc. full IN tie
eyes. And his look went Though p,s
like white.hot iron. All at onco !! know,
whatever the evidence againrt him,
that Edwin Martel was innocent !!
went to the district attorney. l begged
him-on my knees I begged Aim-to
get Martel a reprieve "ntil you cpu!d
be heard from. Mr.. Ifallorsn :us.
laughed at my plea and SAID: Re
prieye and such legal delays are :or
rich men. Not for poor guys who
haven't cash or influence. IL II waeu'.
for an occasional poor man caugh. In
it's meshes, the law would never lars
a fair chance and I'd never make a rec.
ord?' l resigned my secreta.ysttp.
that very minute, and came hack hume.
But l can never undo what I hare
DONE"
Never" coldly assented Leonard.
1.-THE law has been satisfied. And Jus.
tice has been cheated. II Eiw,a Mar.
tel had had money enough, no ec,ad