It is best that her origin be kept a
secret. Care for her, cherish her as your own, and at the end of
each year the sum of a thousand dollars will be paid to you as long
as she lives in your household as a member thereof. Do not seek to
find her parents. It would be a fool's errand. May God bless you
and yours, and may God care for and protect Rosalie--the name she
shall bear."
Obviously, there was no signature and absolutely no clew to the identity
of the writer Two telegraph line repairers who had been working near
Crow's house during the night, repairing damage done by the blizzard,
gave out the news that they had seen a cloaked and mysterious-looking
woman standing near the Methodist Church just before midnight, evidently
disregarding the rage of the storm. The sight was so unusual that the
men paused and gazed at her for several minutes. One of them was about
to approach her when she turned and fled down the side street near by.
"Was she carryin' a big bundle?" asked Anderson Crow.
The men replied in the negative.
"Then she couldn't have been the party wanted. The one we're after
certainly had a big bundle."
"But, Mr. Crow, isn't it possible that these men saw her after she left
the basket at--" began the Presbyterian minister.
"That ain't the way I deduce it," observed the town detective tartly.
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