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BEOATJSE
l-It alms to publish ail the news possible.
does so impartially-wasting no words.
8Its correspondents are able and energetic
tfLi\^ Island and New Jersey not ex
Ktfsvlra cepted. This Is partly on ac
count of the particularly heavy
sea-trafflc in the vicinity, but it
is chiefly due to Cape Cod. It
Is this crooked finger of land that has beckoned
a thousand ships to their doom and which in the
hollows of its dunes holds many a tragic story
of lives snuffed out In desperate grapple with
wave and wind.
The night of Tuesday, March 11, 1902, was
wild and storm-strewn. Running up along the
coast, the ocean-going tug Sweepstakes was mak
ing bad weather with her tow of the two big
barges, Wadena and John C. Fltzpatrick. For
hours the triple-expansion engines of the tug had
been churning her screw in the drift of the
heavy head sea and shortly before daylight her
captain discovered that she was making no head
way. He then decided to lie to and, while feel
ing about for an anchorabe In the gloom, the
barges ran aground on the edge of Shovelful
Shoal, off the southern end of Monomoy island,
Massachusetts.
When daylight came, the crew of the Monomoy
life saving station boarded the barges, but finding
it Impossible to float them on the flood tide, took
their crews ashore.
It was six days later that the disaster oc
curred. Wreckers sent from Boston were at
work onNthe barges. The tug Peter Smith was
on the ground, having replaced the Sweepstakes.
On the night of the 16th the weather thickened
and a gale swept In from the sea.
The night passed without incident, but early
on the morning of the 17th Keeper Eldridge of
the Monomoy station received a telephone from
the captain of the Smith asking him if every
thing was all right on the Wadena. This alarmed
Eldridge, as he did not know any one had been
left on the barge all night. He started at once
for the point of the Island, three miles away, to
look over the situation. The Wadena lay half
a mile off shore from the point. She seemed to
be riding easily on the bar, but the distress was
flying from her rigging. This was a signal Eld
ridge could not ignore.
It was a terrific pull through the breakers that
rolled in across the shoals to the Wadena, but
the life-savers accomplished it and put their boat
under the lee of the barge at about noon. Keep
er Eldridge then directed the men to get Into the
surfboat and told thm that he would take them
ashore. The rail of the big barge was a- dozen
feet from the water and It was here that the
trouble began.
The men on the barge lowered themselves over
Bide on a rope, but as Captain Olsen, a very large
man, was halfway down, he lost his hold and fell
on the second thwart of the lifeboat, breaking
it, and making it Impossible for the rowers to
use it. In addition, the boat was crowded and
the wind, which had been momentarily Increas
ing, was tumbling huge combers into the wind
ward of the barge. It was into this maelstrom
of breakers that it was necessary for the handi
capped crew of the life-saving station to pull
their overloaded boat, and they made a swift
and able attempt to accomplish it. At the instant
the starboard oarsmen were swinging the head of
the life-boat to meet the sea, a giant comber lifted
under the quarter and dashed a barrel of water
overside. That was the signal for a panic among
the rescued men that, before it subsided, cost
twelve lives.
The Portuguese wreckers, in a frenzy of fear,
stood up in the boat, rocking it to and fro in
their endeavors to escape the momentary inrush
of water, and though the life-savers fought to
force them into the bottom of the craft, this
could not be done before the next shouldering
wave caught the bow of the boat, swung her
broadside and turned her over.
Then ensued a desperate struggle for life. A
hundred yards to leeward the breakers were
smashing themselves into white foam on the bar.'
There was Just one chance in a million that the
boat could be righted before the sea carried her
into them. Once she reached them it would be
all over. Hampered by the wreckers, the life
savers fought desperately in those few minutes
left before the combers should be reached. Three
times they righted the boat and strove heroically
to bail her, but each time she was again over
turned. They were fighting the last tragic fight
when they were swept Into the smothering foam
of the bar.
At that instant seven men, including all from
the Wadena, went to face their maker. Five of
the hardiest of the life-savers still clung to the
capsized boat. They were Keeper Eldridge and
Surfmen Ellis, Kendrlck, Foye and Rogers. By a
superhuman effort Kendrick crawled to the bot
tom of the overturned craft, but the next sea
swept him to join the seven who had gone a mo
ment before. Foye was the next. "Good-by,
boys," he gasped as a smother of foam took him.
That left Ellis, Rogers and Eldridge the keeper,
and Eldridge was fast losing strength.
In a brief lull in the wash of the sea, Ellis
crawled to the bottom of the boat. Below him, a
foot away, was the keeper, a friend since boy
hood. At the risk of his, own life, Ellis dropped
j, into the water again, pushed Eldridge up on the
bottom with his last strength, and again crawled
out himself. The next second a sea washed both
off ar* thp keener site* losing and regaining his
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YOU run through the history
of the United States life saving
service, you will find that, with
the exception of occasional
widely separated years the
coast of Massachusetts lay
claim to more disasters than
any stretch of seaboard within
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grasp on the gunwale several times, disappeared
in the maelstrom of water. That left Ellis and
Rogers, a big and very strong man.
In this desperate moment Rogers threw his
arms around the other surfman's neck in a death
grip. For moments, while the sea battered-an*
the foam strangled them, they fought the last
grim fight for life, Ellis to break the grip of his
frenzied comrade, Rogers to retain it. Suddenly,
when It seemed that both must drown, Rogers'
strength left him. His arms relaxed his eyes
glazed. "I'm going!" he gasped and sank.
A moment later the boat drifted Inshore of the
outer breakers and for a brief space was in
smoother water. Ellis once more crawled out on
the bottom and succeeded in pulling the center
board out so that he could hold on to it and bet
ter maintain his position.
Now, you will remember that at the time of
the stranding of the Wadena, the John C. Fltz
patrick, her sister barge had also gone aground.
She had gone over the outer bar and was lying
between it and the inner breakers. On board her
was Capt. Elmer F. Mayo, of Chatham, who was
in charge of lightening her. The Fltzpatrick was
so far away from the Wadena that Captain Mayo,
and two other men who were with him, did not
see the life-saving boat go out, nor did they have
any knowledge of the grim'tragedy that was being
enacted, until, glancing over the rail, Captain
Mayo saw an overturned life-boat with a single
man clinging to it.
The capsized boat was some distance from the
barge, but Mayo did not hesitate. "I'll get that
fellow," he announced coolly.
On the deck of the Fitzpatrick lay a small
twelve-foot dory, the only boat aboard, a totally
unfit craft for the furious sea that was thundering
across the shoals. Kicking off his boots, Mayo
and the other men, who begged him not to go as
it would be certain death, ran the dory overside.
How the captain of the wrecking crew kept his
fragile craft afloat, those who watched him from
the Fitzpatrick could nover understand. But he
did keep her afloat, and the set of the tide and
the gale carried him down toward the capsized
life-boat to which Ellis clung now with the last
of his ebbing strength.
The life-saver ^aid afterward that he saw a
dory thrown over the side of the Fitzpatrick as
he drifted near her, but that a moment later the
scud and the spindrift were driven so thick and
ceaselessly before his eyes that he saw nothing,
until suddenly out of the mist a tiny, bobbing
boat loomed a dozen feet away. Then the occu
pant of this boat shot her skilfully alongside the
swamped life-boat and the exhausted surfman top
pled into her.
Mayo, with the half-conscious life-saver lying
limp In the bottom of the dory, had kept his word
to his mates on the Fitzpatrick.
Necessarily, the most thrilling stories of the
coast-watchers are those in which loss of life is
entailed and therefore, in a measure, they are
accounts of the failures of the men of the serv
ice. But they are stories of noble failures and
behind some of them lie tragedies other than
those of death.
Perhaps one of the greatest of these is woven
about the career of Captain David H. Atkins, un
til November 30, 1880, keeper of the Peaked Hill
Bar station, Cape Cod.
This man had followed the sea from boy-hood,
whaling, fishing and coasting. In 1872 he became
keeper of the Peaked Hill Bar station.
Then came a wild day in April, 1879, and, as
it appears in the chronicles of the department
at Washington, "a blot fell across the record of
Keeper Atkins."
On this April day the Schooner Sarah J. Fort
stranded near Peaked Hill Bar. A terrific sea,
coupled with an onshore hurricane and a tempera,
ture very low for the time of the year, faced At
kins and his crew as they discovered the schooner
and took their apparatus to the beach.
Without hesitation the keeper ordered the surf
boat launched, but the sea was so heavy that it
was thrown back on the beach. Time and again
in the twenty hours of watching and battling with
the storm that followed the keeper led his men
into the breakers with the boat, but each time
they were beaten back, drenched with the winter
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sea which froze in their clothing, .but and bruised
from the buffeting they received.}
"And then," says the Service Report of the oc
currence, "the last time the launch was attempted
the boat was hurled high on thV shore, her crew
were spilled out like matches from the box and
the boat was shattered. And |aptai Atkins and
his men, haying eaten nothing^ since the even
ing before, spefr,~fatetr-h*aiwffis* Had been baf
fled arid'had to endure diW^awtification of see
ing a rescue effected by an up-worn volunteer
crew in a fresh boat brought from the town. The
investigation revealed that the men upon the
wreck might have been properly landed by the
life-lines but for Keeper Atkins' failure to employ
the Lyle gun which had recently been furnished
the station, through a singular inapprehension of
its powers."
It was a bitter pill for the servicethe defeat
of its men by a volunteer crew.
The night of November 30, 1880, was clear but
windy. A heavy gale was piling the surf over
the outer bar off the Peaked Hill Bar station.
Surfmen Fisher and Kelley left the station at four
o'clock to make the eastward and westward
patrol. Kelley started from the door first. As
he did so he heard the slatting of sails and the
banging of blocks above the wind. At the west
ward he saw the lights of a vessel close inshore.
Shouting to Fisher to give the alarm, he ran
down the beach, burning his Coston light. Keep
er Atkins glanced at the surf and ordered out
the boat. The men dragged it eastward until
they were opposite the stranded vessel, which
proved to be the sloop C. E. Trumbull of Rock
port. The crew manned the boat.
The story of what took place out there under
the darkness on Keeper Atkins' last errand of
rescue is best told, perhaps, in the personal ac
count of Isaiah Young, one of the survivors. The
narrative of this man, in his own words, is taken
from the Life Saving Report of 1881. It reads:
"When we launched, the vessel was still some
to the eastward. We went off in this manner to
take advantage of the tide that was running to
the eastward between the bar and the shore. It
was low tide. The sea was smooth on the
shore, but on the bar, where the vessel lay, it
was rough enough to be dangerous.
"We hauled up from the boat until the bow
lapped on to her quarter. Keeper Atkins called
to them to jump in.
"We landed four persons. This trip could not
have consumed more than fifteen minutes.
"When we pulled up again, after being thrown
back, Taylor stood in the bow with the line ready
to heave. I cautioned Keeper Atkins to have a
care for the boom. He said, 'Be ready with the
boat-hook I will look out for the boom.' I was
just taking up the hook when a sea came around
the stern, threw the stern of the boat more
toward the boom as the vessel rolled to leeward
and the boom went into the water.
"As the vessel rolled to windward and tne boom
rose it caught under the cork belt near the
stroke rowlock and threw us over, bottom up.
"We rolled the boat over, right side up, and I
was the first to get into her. Others got in I
am not positive how many. She did not keep
right side up more than two minutes when a sea
rolled us over again. We got on again and were
washed off two or three times before I struck out
for the shore. I asked Mayo to strike with me,
as I knew him to be an excellent swimmer but
he said that we could not hold out to reach the
shore and he would stay by the boat. Keeper
Atkins was holding by the boat.
"Kelley had already struck out. I heard Taylot
groan near me as I started, but did not see him
"I saw a gap in the beach which must have
been Clara Bell Hollow, two miles from Station
No. 7. When about three seas from the shore
my sight began to fail and soon I could see noth
ing but I kept swimming.
"I recollect Surfman Cole saying, 'For God's
sake, Isaiah, is this you?' and of his taking me
up I knew nothing more until 1 found myself
in the station, after being resuscitated. I should
think that I remained by the boat half an hour
before I struck out. The cork belt was all that
enabled me to reach the shore. The cork belts
in the boat are a good thing and should be kept
on."
Thus Keeper Atkins died with bis boots on, as
he said he would die If necessary/in the per
formance of his tom&sEggm mw e*
TELLS OF
Magnificent Structures in Rome
Covered With Vines.
Palace Lies Apart and Distinct From
Rest of Rome, Not Removed
by Isolation, but Through
Its Atmosphere.
Rome, Italy.Columns have been
written regarding the personal ap
pearance of the pope, his part in the
ceremony of the consistory and the
pomp and splendor that surrounds the
papal court, yet relatively little ia
known oi his intimate personality.
This, in part, may be explained by
reason of the ceremony that sur
rounds the pontiff and by reason of
the care that has been taken to guard
him from the approach of ill-inten
tioned plebeians.
The Vatican itself is a magnificent
old pile whose spires, roofs and gables
rise high above an encircling grove
of ancient trees that decorate its gar
dens. The quiet serenity of the vine
covered masonry, the peaceful majes
ty lent by the hand of ages and the
atmosphere that seems to surround
the hallowed spot through its long
association with the ecclesiastical his
tory, make its imposing architecture
the most prominent in Rome.
This feature is all the more accen
tuated after a visit to the ancient Ro
man amphitheater and the great aque
ducts and mausoleums of the Roman
emperors. These, in truth, are im
posing, but they contrast sharply with
the buidlings that house the pope and
form the font of the Roman Catholic
church. The Roman buildings are in
animate and magnificent in their
death while the Vatican is animate
and doubly imposing through the soul
that lives within.
The Vatican, indeed, lies apart and
distinct from the rest of the city. It
is not removed through its isolation,
but through its atmosphere. On the
one hand is the magnificent palace of
King Victor Emmanuel, busy with
the toil of war and feeding the count
less avenues that lead to the Ghetto,
and. on the other is the palace of the
pope, vast, silent and imposing, set
in an atmosphere of its own and as
much apart from the busy city as
though it were surrounded by a des
ert.
Of the pope -himself,-his- rites .and
character,~,thera.are a thousand, sto
ries current. Pius X, the son of a
poor peasant, is hailed everywhere as
the Father, and to his people he has
always retained those simple manners
and customs that marked his novitiate
as parish priest and teacher of the
peasants.
Something besides mere anecdote,
however, forms the foundation for
these stories of simplicity and nobil
ity of character. There is in Rome
In the Gardens of the Vatican.
St. Peter's in the Distance.
at the present day physical proof of
the pontiff's former obscurity. This
proof lies with his two sisters, Lucre
cia and Teresa, unobtrusive peasant
women who have followed the pope
from his humble home.
Lucrecia, the cook, in particular, is
keen and critical in the interest of
the pontiff. It was she whom he
called from Rlese when he was first
attacked by tho rheumatic gout that
has proved so painful and so danger
ous during his later years. And it is
she, assisted by her sister, Teresa, who
now supervises the pope's meals and
tends him in his illness.
Another interesting figure of the
pope's household is his brother, An
gelo Sarto, .a humble postman, who
spends what time he may in com
pany with the pontiff and his- sisters.
It is his brother upon whom the pope
relies for that masculine companion*
ship that is a part of every mortal.
And these two old men, both hand
some and with thick, white hair, alike,
and yet not alike, are the closest com*
panions.
Setting Hens Disturbed.
Yonkers, N. T.Yonkers amateur
poultry fanciers have appealed to the
street commissioner to stop blasting
because it disturbs their setting hens.
Famous Old Place In England Is Being
Despoiled, While Many Relics
Are Revealed.
London.The glory of Banbury is
departing. It is no longer necessar/
to go to Banbury to eat Banbury
cakes they can be bought in London.
The old cross, dear to the old lady
"who rode a white horse" and to the
Inmatesof countless nurseries, has been
replaced by a modern spirelike erec
tion but still the pride of Banbury re
mained, could the old Globe room be
seen and now that is going, and the
folks of Banbury are angry because
they think it is being despoiled for the
gratification of American antique hunt
ers.
The old Reindeer inn itself bears the
date of 1662 and is full of. quaint pan
eled rooms, with waving, irregular
ceilings and unexpected beams, and in
its courtyard is the Globe room, which,
Old Reindeer Inn.
with its beautiful stone* mullioned win
dow, its panelled walls and its plas
tered ceiling, is said to contain the
finest Jacobean work in the country.
The date 1637 is carved on the panel
ling, and it was in this room that
Cromwell is recorded as holding a
council just before the battle of Edg
hill.
In the process of removing the pan
elling some interesting "finds" have
been made. Many old coins have been
picked up, the majority being of cop
per and belonging to the eighteenth
century. But the most striking dis
covery has been a double barreled pis
tol hidden away behind the paneling
near the fireplace. It. is in excellent
preservation and between the two bar
rels runs the inscription:' "Presented
to Dick Turpin, at the White Bear Inn,
Drury Lane, February 7, 1735," and
the name of. the maker is given as
Baker, London.
Banbury has no legend associating it
with the famous highwayman, but the
genuineness of the relic Is taken for
granted.
MANICURES FOR ANIMALS
Departments to Care for Nails
Bills Started at Zoo in
Philadelphia.
HE APPEAL STEADILY GAMS
BEOATJSB:
4 -U is the organ of ALL Afro-Americans.
5-lt is not controlled by any ring or cliane.
6-It asks no support bat the people'*
HISTORICAL 1
1 OOCILTVi
CITY OF BANBURY PASSES
$2.40
and
Philadelphia, Pa.So as to keep the
nails of the animals from the lion to
the monkey and the bills of the birds
from the eagle to the canary in good
shape, a well-equipped manicuring and
dental establishment is maintained at
the zoological gardens. The depart
ment is under the supervision of Head
Keeper Manley, and it moves its
sphere of work from cage to cage in
the various houses, as the occasion de
mands. It is constantly at work.
The tools employed by the mani
curists in connection with their labor
among the creatures differ materially
from the dainty utensils used by the
blonde Venus of the barber shop, and
consist of a hammer, a chisel, often a
hatchet and saw, and always a large,
rugged file about 14 inches long. A
sharp, strong pair of steel wire nip
pers is also used on the nails of the
larger cats.
The manicuring establishment at the
gardens was organized by Superin
tendent Carson. Realizing that the
animals could not wear off their nails
on the boards of the cages as quickly
as they could on the rocks of their na
tive haunts, and that because of this
the claws frequently grew long, turned
and penetrated the soft part of the
foot, Mr. Carson decided that in order
to alleviate the distress caused by in
growing nails these would have to be
clipped.
RATTLESNAKE BITES BABY
Three Hours After Accident Poison Is
Discharged Child Is
Dead.
Goldendale, Wash.The three-year
old daughter of W. B. Smith, who re
sides on Crofton Prairie, ten miles
west of this city, was bitten by a rat
tlesnake in the finger and died just
three and one-half hours after the ac
cident.
The child stepped out into the gar
den a few feet from the house to get, a
kitten, and as she attempted to pick
up the kitten she was struck by the
snake. The mother corded the arm
at once and applied such antiseptics
as were available.
The accident occurred a quarter
mile from where Mrs. R. D. Gray was
bitten and died as a result about one
year ago. Mrs. Gray was bitten, on
the same finger of the same hand.
31 Words In This Will.
Jolletv--Daniel Hughes,, who died
suddenly the other day, leaves what is
believed to. be the shortest will ever
penned. It contained 31 words, and
lawyers say it is contest-proof.
PER YEAft.
iH VALLEYOFRHONE
Beautiful Scenes That Greet
Tourist in Switzerland.
Regions Through Chamonix and Zer
matt Are Very Mountainous, With
Snow-Capped Peaks and Dan
gerous Gorges.
Zermatt, Switzerland.The regions
between Chamonix and Zermatt are
largely of slate and very mountainous,
with snow-capped distant heights and
fearful gorges, through which turbu
lent mountain torrents roared. The
train runs deep beside steep slopes cov
ered with a wilderness of pines and
hazel bushes, and the elder with its
gorgeous masses of blood-red berries
flaming out from the green depths of
the uncleared, ancient forests which
shelter it. Gigantic mossy boulders re
posed under the generous out
stretched boughs of the evergreens,
and it required no effort of the eager
fancy to imagine small gray men, clad
in the brown garb of their race, seat
ed, musing, on those rocks, in the
heart of the mountain -solitude.
From such scenery we made a steep
and slow descent, into the wide, green
valley of the Rhone. It lay far be
neath us, completely visible during
our winding progress downward fair
and broad, with rows of stately Lom
bardy poplars, fields of waving green
asparagus and the soft, bending wil
lows, nestling each to each, along the
banks of the sauntering river. From
Viege, otherwise known as Visp, to
Zermatt, the scenery changed once
more, growing wilder and far more
grandly beautiful, it seemed to me,
than any landscape we had seen, even,
in Switzerland. The mountains be
came walls that shut us away from
the rest of the world, uatil we could
feel the very presence of the Soul of
Loneliness brooding there. We passed
through gorges similar to those
among the Rocky mountains and
strangely dissimilar to the smoother
slopes and green valleys to whom we
had grown accustomed in this land.
Among some exceedingly wild por
tions of the region we were penetrat
ing there were lonesome-looking, appal
lingly primitive chalets, or rather
wretched hovels, blackened by the
weather, and frequently built against
some mighty rock, which had rolled
down the mountainside and which,
seen across the gorge, among numer
ous other rocks of varying bulk,
looked like a pebble with a curious
barnacle attached to it. The dwellers
in these huts appeared as rugged and
wild as their environments, with
which they must wage fearful wars,
struggling to wrest a livelihood from
such barren, cruel nature. I cannot
help wondering, as I recollect their
dreary habitations and isolated state,
what can be their view of life-contend-
Typical Swiss Chalet.
ing that, as human beings, they pos
sess some glimmerings of the light of
hope and faith and charity, some faint
occasional promptings of ambition, or
blind yearnings toward wider hori
zons and other worlds. Yet they live
in the midst of an awful wilderness,
almost in the manner of the cliff
dwellers, born and reared and buried
on the mountain slopes in poverty, in
solitude, in ignorance clinging like
blind sucklings of a wild beast, to the
bosom of their Mother Earth.
FINDS HER RUNAWAY SPOUSE
Then Mrs. Harmes Baba Has Him Ar
rested on Charge of Wife and
Child Abandonment.
Chicago.A seven-year country-wide
search, financed by an inheritance,
ended successfully when Mrs. Harmes
Baba caused the arrest of her husband
on a charge of wife and child aban
donment. He was taken into custody
in his restaurant at 631 Wells street
by detectives of the Chicago avenue
station.
Mrs. Baba told the police that her
husband deserted her seven years ago.
A month later she inherited a legacy
from an aunt and used the money to
search for Baba. She traced him to
various towns throughout the country,
and a month ago learned that he was
in Chicago. She found him recent
ly and caused his arrest. The Babas
are Persians.
Long Time Starting.
Plymouth, Mass.Uncle Tilden
Pierce, 101 years old next December,
has just played his first game of golf.
He has just had bis first automobile
ride, too, and to fill out the list of
novel experiences, had his first glass
of ginger ale. *^0&-
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