Emma Dumpke Daschel, October 1914
“Emmy,” calls Heinrich after closing the door. “Telegram for you.”
Telegrams seldom bear good news. Heinrich watches her as she opens it.
“Oh Heinrich, Hedda must be gravely ill if she had to summon a neighbor to send a telegram.”
“Your life’s here now, Emmy. You can’t simply leap up and hop on a train every time Hedda has a little fever. She’s a nurse herself and knows doctors to take care of her.”
“I don’t want to leave you, Heine, but I have a bad feeling about this. In her recent letter, she seemed frantic and panicked, and…”
“There’s no reason for you to get entangled in her affairs with that man.”
“This is different. Mister Cordt makes it sound urgent. I’ll let you know right away how I find her. I’ll make arrangements for her care, if needed, and be back on a train here before you have a chance to notice I’m gone.”
“Oh, Emmy. Common sense should dictate you keep thousands of miles away from Hedda, but you’re loyal to a fault. I hope Hedda knows how fortunate she is to have you for a friend. Perhaps you are right about going, but I’ll miss you terribly.”
Testimony indicated that Emmy did indeed receive a telegram signed by neighbor Heinrich Cordt summoning her to San Antonio.