An Ostrich-Plumed Hat: Chapter Ninety-One

Above, headlines from San Antonio Express, January 1918

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Former Governor Thomas Mitchell Campbell, January 1918

“Two days, Mister Campbell,” says Miss Burgemeister, snuffling back her tears in the offices of Chambers & Watson. “Two sleepless nights preceding these two mornings. Struggling to force myself into clothes and out the door. Sitting. Waiting. And then nothing. I’m not sure I can make it through another night.”

“You can, and you will. It’s the only way for you to get out from under this cloud.”

“Judge Anderson,” says Dave Watson, “is losing patience with the prosecutor’s inability to produce his witness as well. That part works in our favor. He will not tolerate having a jury pool of 200 men sitting there idly twiddling their thumbs for one more day.”

“Can you think of any reason your former attorney would fail to appear in court?”

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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-One

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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.”

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