An Ostrich-Plumed Hat: Chapter Eighty

R.M.S. Lusitania hit by torpedoes off Kinsale, Ireland, photograph of 1915 drawing, Library of Congress

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Emma Dumpke Daschel, June 1915

The handwriting.

It has been several months since Hedda left New York, but Emmy thinks of her often. Often during horrible nightmares.

She hopes Hedda is safe, but her departure spared Emmy from any further association with the tragedy in San Antonio. Emmy’s Brooklyn neighbors know little of her past aside from the fact that she was trained to be a proficient nurse.

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An Ostrich-Plumed Hat: Chapter Seventy-Eight

Above, Bexar County Jail, San Antonio Express-News

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Emma Dumpke Daschel, December 1914

“Finally, we can pack our bags, get back to our lives and put San Antonio far behind us,” says Heinrich.

“It’s such a relief that the Grand Jury recognized my innocence, but what of Hedda?”

“Of course, Hedda’s going to have to stand trial. She shot a man. Dead. She fired not one bullet through him, but three.”

“She shot him, but she didn’t commit murder, Heinrich. And how can one of Otto Koehler’s business partners serve as foreman of the Grand Jury?”

“John Stevens? I have no idea, Emmy. It appears a conflict to me, but maybe they just do things differently in Texas.”

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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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