An Ostrich-Plumed Hat: Chapter Eighty-Four

Picnickers with Pearl Beer in Koehler Park, Collection of Mr. and Mrs. R. San Miguel, UTSA Libraries Special Collections

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Emma Bentzen Koehler, December 1915

“Otto’s revenge, this is. I never thought of myself as the vengeful type, but, I must confess, this is the best Christmas present I have ever given or received.”

“Ah, Emma,” says Judge Newton, “I believe it was best expressed in Beowulf: ‘It is always better to avenge dear ones than to indulge in mourning.’”

“Maybe, Gallie, that is indeed why this feels so good.”

“Aunt Emma,” says Corwin Priest, “eleven acres along the river is a Christmas gift for all of San Antonio. Otto Koehler Park. Uncle Otto must be kicking his heels together up above us. Is it true that part of that land might be haunted?”

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An Ostrich-Plumed Hat: Chapter Seventy-Five

Above, San Antonio Police Patrol Wagon, Photograph courtesy of Farrell Tucker’s San Antonio Police History Archive

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Emma Dumpke Daschel, November 1914

“Emmy, I thought he would be here by now.” Hedda’s pacing is nonstop.

“I know. Maybe he won’t come, Hedda. Maybe he’s given up on the idea of fetching his wretched notes.”

“Otto? Does Otto give up on anything?”

“Maybe we should leave, Hedda. Go stay someplace else until his temper subsides.”

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An Ostrich-Plumed Hat: Chapter Seventy-Three

As testimony to the quality of the neighborhood referenced below, The Blue Book guide to San Antonio’s “sporting district” listed two spots on South Santa Rosa Street where weekend cockfights could be found.

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Emma Dumpke Daschel, November 1914

“Emmy, he telephoned while you were out.” Hedda is as white as a sheet.

“Hedda, what did he say?”

“He demanded that I meet him the day after tomorrow.”

“Meet him somewhere other than here? Is that not unusual?”


“Do you think it’s because I’m staying here with you and he prefers to avoid me?”

“No. Oh, I don’t know. But it’s the address that frightens me. It’s on Santa Rosa. Emmy, I believe it’s a house in the red-light district.”

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