Deposition of Howard Franklin Temple
taken at the Sheriff’s office in
St. Augustine, January 28, 1892.
After that I didn’t see Julie Ann for a week maybe, except when she was coming to or leaving work. She came over to my house n Sunday afternoon, made some stew and we had a pretty nice dinner, but then she started talking about Spain, about how important getting there was for her and how that was really all she wanted to do, but her father thought a young women going by herself was ridiculous, almost as if it was a sin or something she said. I didn’t outright agree, but I told her I though it was a little foolish to talk about it so seriously because she had no money of her own, no way to get there. I could tell my words hurt her so I said I thought it was ok to dream though. Is said dreams were good.
Then she started crying. I told her it was those books that were upsetting her, that they were not good for her. Then I said talking to Connors was just as bad. She stopped crying and sort of started defending him like she really knew him or something and told me I didn’t know him and shouldn’t talk about him. Why would I know him? Why would she think she knew him?
That’s when she said something about his boat. She said he had given her a book and she described where he kept his books on his boat, in a “fine teak cabinet” she said. I asked her how she knew. She blushed. She blushed and said he had described it to her. I knew different though. I knew she’d been on his boat. I could tell. I asked her about it and she just kept saying he’d described it to her and then said she wanted to go home so I walked her, but we didn’t talk very much.