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THE BARRIER
Illustrated by
DENMAN FINK
CHAPTER XVII. —The Love of Po
leon Doret.
To the girl crouching at the stern of
Runnion’a boat it seemed as if this day
and night would never end. It seemed as
if the procession of natural events must
have ces*ed, that there was no longer.
any time, for she had been suffering
eteadily for hours and hours without
end. and began to wonder dreamily
whether she had not skipped a day in
her reckoning between the time when she
first beard of the strike on her claim and
this present moment. It occurred to her
that she was a rich girl now in her own
right, and she smiled her crooked smile,
as she reflected that the thing she had
longed for without hope of attainment
had come with confusing swiftness, and
had left her unhappier than ever. . . .
Would the day never come? She pulled
the rugs up closer about her as the
morning chill made her shiver. She found
herself keeping mechanical count with
the sound of the sweeps—they must be j
winking good speed, she thought, and the t
camp must be miles behind now. Had it
been earlier in the season, when the
river ran full of drift, they never could
have gone thus in the dark, but the
water was low and the chances of col
lision so remote as to render blind travel
ease Even yet she could not distinguish
her oer*man except as a black bulk, for
It had been a lowering flight and the
approaching dawn failed to break
through the blanket of cloud that hung
above the great valley. He was a good
boatman, however, as she gathered from
the tireless regularity of his strokes. He
was a silent man. too. and she was
grateful for that. She snuggled down
Into her blanket and tried to sleep, but
she only dosed for a minute. It seemed,
to find her eyes fly wide open again. So.
restless and tired of her lonely vigil, she
gave a premonitory cough, and said to
her companion:
"You must be tired rowing so stead
ny—
•Oh. I don’t mind it.’ he replied.
At the sound of his voice she sat bolt
pprlght It couldn't be-if this were Run
nion, be would have spoken before! She
ventured again, tremulously: ,
"Have you any idea what time it is?"
“About J o’clock. I fancy.”
“Who are you?” The question came
Bke a shot.
"Don t you know?"
“What are you doing here, Mr. Run
nton?"
Tm rowing." he answered, carelessly.
“Why didn’t you speak?" A vague
feeling of uneasiness came over her. a
suspicion that all was not right, so she
waited for him to explain, and when he
did not she repeated her question.
“What made you keep still so long? You
knew who I was?"
"Well, it’s the first time I ever took
you on a midnight row. and I wanted to
enjoy H-”
The mockery in his voice quickened her
apprehension. Os a sudden the fear of
being misjudged Impelled her to end this
flight that had become so distasteful in
a moment, preferring to face the people
nt the post rather than continue her
Journey with this man.
••j’ue changed my mind. Mr. Runnion,”
she said.
“I don’t want to go down to the Mis-.
sion. I want you to take me back."
“Can't do it,” he said; "the current ui
too swift."
“Then set me ashore and I’ll walk back.
It can t be far to town."
•Twenty-five miles. We've been out;
about three hours." He kept on rowing«
steadily and although the distance they |
bad gone frightened her. she summoned .
her courage to say:
**Wo can make that easily enough, run j
in to the bank."
M. ereseyj rowing and let the boat drift ’
with dragging sweeps, filled his pipe and j
lighted it. then took up bis oars again
and resumed his labors.
“Please do as I ask you. Mr. Runnion.
I’ve .tedded I don’t want to go any far
ther." He laughed, and the sound aroused ;
her. "Put me ashore this minute!" she
cried, indignantly. ’What do you mean?”
’You’ve got a fierce temper, haven't
your’ |
"Will you do it or not?”
When he made no answer.except to con- :
tinue the maddening monotony of his i
movements, she was seised with a rash •
resolve to wrench the oars out of his
bands, and make a quick motion towards
him. at which he shouted:
“Sil down! Do you want to upset us?"
The unstable craft lurched and dipped
dangerously, and. realising the futility of
her mad impulse, she sank back on her
knees.
’Put me ashore!"
“No,” he said, "not till I’m ready. Now.
keep your seat or we’ll both drown; this
aln t a ferry-boat.” After a few strokes,
he aoded: "We’ll never get along together
bnles you tame that temper."
’We’re not going to get along together.
Mr Runnion—only as far as the Mission.
I dare say you can tolerate me until
then, can you not?" She said this bit
tngiy
Stark told me to board the first boat
for St. Michael’s." he said, disregarding
her sarcasm, "but I’ve made a few plans
tu my own the last hour or so." •
"St. Michael's! Mr. Stark told you—
why, that’s impossible! You misunder
stood him. He told you to row me to the
Mission I'm going to Father Barnum's
house."
“No, you're not. and I didn't misunder
stand him. He wants to get you outside,
all right, but I reckon you’d rather go as
Mrs. Runnion than as the sweetheart of
Ben Stark."
“Are you eraxy?" the girl cried. "Mr.
Stark kindly offered to help me reach the
Father at his Mission. I'm nothing to
him. and I'm certainly not going to be
anything to you. If I'd known you were
going to row the boat. I should have
Stayed at home, because I detest you.”
“You'll get over that.”
’Tm not in the humor for jokes."
He rested again on his oars, and said,
with deliberation:
“Stark 'kindly offered’ did he? Well.
Whenever Ben Stark 'kindly’ offers any
thing. I’m in on the play. He's had his
eye on you for the last three months,
and be wants you. but he slipped a cog
when he gave me the oars. You needn't
be afraid, though. I'm going to do the
square thing by you. We’ll stop in at the
Mission and be married, and then we'll
nee whether we want to go to St. Mi
chael's. or not. though personally I'm for
going back to Flambeau."
During the hours while he bad waited
for Necla to discover bls identity, the
man's mind had not been idle; he had de
termined to take what fortune tossed into
his lap. Had she been the unknown, un
noticed half-breed of a month or two be
fore, he would not have wasted thought
upon priests or vows, but now that a
strange fate had worked a change in her
before the world, he accepted it.
The girl's beauty, her indifference, the
mistaken attitude of Stark urged him.
and. strongest of all. he was drawn hy his
cupidity, for she would be very rich, so
the knowing ones said. Doubtless that
was why Stark wanted her, and, being a
man who acknowledged no fidelity to his
kind or his Creator, Runnion determined
to outwtt his principal. Doret, Burrell,
and all the rest. It was a chance to win
much at the risk of nothing, and he was
too good a gambler to let it pass.
With his brusque declaration Necla
realized her position—that she was a
By REX BEACH,
Author of “THE SPOILERS"
weak, lonely girl, just come into woman
hood, so cursed by good looks that men
wanted her, so stained by birth that they
would not take her honestly; realised that
she was alone with a dissolute creature
and beyond help, and for the first time
in her life she felt the meaning of fear.
She saw what a frail and helpless thing I
she was; nothing about her was great ;
save her soul, and that was immeasurably I
vexed and worried. She had just lived
through a grief that had made her gen
erous, and now she gained her first
knowledge of the man-animal's gross
selfishness.
"You are absolutely daft." she said.
“You can't force me to marry you.
“I ain’t going to force you; you'll do
It willingly."
"I'll die first. I'll call the first man
we see—l’ll tell Father Barnum. and he’ll
have you run out of the country—lt would
only take a word from me.”
“If you haven’t changed your mind
when we get to his place. I'll run through
without stopping; but there isn't another
priest between there and St. Mike's, and
by the time we get to the mouth of the
river, I guess you’ll say yes to most any
thing. However, I'd rather marry you at
Holy Cross if you’ll consent, and I’m
pretty sure you will—when you think it
over."
"We won't discuss it.’
"You don't understand lev," he con
tinued, slowly. "What will people say
when they know you ran away with me.”
"I'll tell them the truth.”
"Huh! I’m too well known. No man
on the river would ever have you after
that.”
"You—you—" Her voice was a-quiver
with indignation and loathing, but her
lips could not frame an epithet fit for him.
He continued rowing for some time, then
said:
’•Will you marry me?"
"No! If this thing is ever known, Po
leon will kill you—or father.”
For a third time he rested on his oars.
"Now that we've come to threats, let
me talk. I offered to marry you and do
the square thing, but if you don't want
to. I'll pass up the formality and take you
for my squaw, the same as your father
took Alluna. I guess you're no better
than your mother, so your old man can't
say much under the circumstances, and
if he don't object. Poleon can't. Just re
member you're alone with me in the
heart of a wilderness, and you've got to
make a choice quick, because I'm
going ashore and make some
breakfast as soon as it's light
enough to choose a landing-place. If
you agree to come quietly and go
through with this thing like a sensible
girl. I’ll do what's right, but if you don’t
—then I'll do what’s wrong, and maybe
you won't be so damned anxious to tell
your friends about this trip, or spread
your story up and down the river. Make
up your mind before I land."
The water gurgled at t.ie bow again,
and the rowlocks squeaked. Another hour
and then another passed in silence be
fore the girl noted that she no longer
seemed to float through abysmal dark
ness. but that the river showed in mud
dy grayness just over the gunwale. She
made out his hateful outlines, though
for all else she beheld they might have
been miles out upon a placid sea, and
so imperceptible was the laggard day's
approach that she could not measure the
growing light. It was a desolate dawn,
and showed no glorious gleams of color.
There was no rose-pink glow, no merg
ing of a thousand tints, no final burst
of gleaming gold; the night merely faded
away, changing to a sickly pallor that
grew to ashen gray, and then dissolved
the low-hung, distorted shadows a quar
ter of a mile Inland on either hand Into
a forbidding row of unbroken forest
backed by plain, morass, and distant hills
untipped by slanting rays. Overhead a
bleak ruin of clouds drifted; under
neath the river ran. a bilious yellow.
The whole country so far as the eye
could range was unmarred by the hand
of man. untracked save by the feet of
the crafty forest people.
She saw Runnion gazing* over his
shoulder in search of a shelving beach
or bar, his profile showing more de
based and mean than’ she had ever not
iced It before. They rounded a bend
where the left bank crumbled before
the untiring teeth of the river, forming
a bristling chevaux-de-frlse of leaning,
fallen firs awash in the current. The
short side of the curve, the one nearest
them, protected a gravel bar that made
flown-stream to a dagger-like point, and
towards this Runnion propelled the skiff.
The girl's heart sank and she felt her
limbs grow cold.
The mind of Poleon Doret worked In
straight lines. Moreover, his memory
was good. Stark's statement, which so
upset t»ale and the Lieutenant, had a
somewhat different effect upon the
Frenchman, for certain facts had been
Impressed upon his subconsciousness
which did not entirely gibe with the
gambler's remarks, and yet they were
too dimly engraved to afford foundation
for a definite theory. What he did know
was this, that he doubted. Why? Be
cause certain scraps of a disjointed con
versation recurred to him. a few words
which he had overheard in Stark's sa
loon. something about a Peterborough
canoe and a woman. He knew every
skiff that lay along the waterfront, and
of a sudden he decided to see if this
one was where it had been at dusk; for
there were but two modes of egress from
Flambeau, and there was but one canoe
of this type. W Necia had gone up river
on the freighter, pursuit was hopeless,
for no boatman could make headway
against the current; but if, on the other
hand, that cedar craft was gone— He
ran out of Stark's house and down to
the river-bank, then leaped to the shingle
beneath. It was just one chance. and if
he was wrong, no matter; the others
would leave on the next up-river steam
er; whereas. If his suspicion proved a
certainty. If Stark had lied to
throw them off the track, and
Runnion had taken her down
stream-well, Poleon wished no one to
hinder him .for he would travel light.
The boat was gone! He searched the
line backward, but it was not there, and
his excitement grew now, likewise his
haste. Still on the run, he stumbled up
to the trading post and around to the
rear, where, bottom up, lay his own
a raft, the one ho guarded jealously, a
birch canoe, frail and treacherous for
any but a man schooled in the ways of
swift water and Indian tricks. He was
very glad now that he had not told the
others of his suspicions; they might have
claimed the right to go, and of that he
would not be cheated. He swung the
- shell over his shoulders, then hurried to
the bank and down the steep trail like
some great, mis-shapen turtle. He laid
it carefully tn the whispering current,
then stripped himself with feverish
' haste, for the driving call of a hot pur
suit was on him, and although It was the
cold, raw hours of late night, he whipped
off his garments Until he was bare to
the middle. He seized his paddle, step
ped in, then knelt amidships and pushed
away. The birch-bark answered him
like a living thing, leaping and dancing
I beneath the stro.es which sprung the
’ spruce blade and boiled the water to a
i foam, while rippling, rising ridges stood
! out upon his back and arms as they rose
' and fell, stretched and bent and straight
' ened.
A half-luminous, opaque glow was over
the waters, but the banks quickly drop
ped away, until there was nothing to
guide him but the suck of the current
fHE ATLANTA SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA, ttEUHGIA, AlLtsDAi, MARCH V, 1900.
Copyrixbted. 1908. by
Harper A Brother,.
All right* referred.
Published March. 19w>.
TRAGEDY OF THE OLD FARM HOUSE, ACCUSED WIFE'S PERIL
By W. G. Shepherd
PALMYRA, N. Y., March In the
Thaw case we saw how the death chair
could throw its shadow across Broad
way; in the Hains case we saw the
same shadow fall across social and army '
life.
In the Sampson murder case we will see [
the grim shadow darkening around a fine i
old farm home.
That murder should creep Into such
peaceful surroundings and into the lives
of such gentle folk as the Sampsons and
the Allyns of the little old town of Pal- ,
myra seems incomprehensible.
The father of the Sampson family was
brother of the famous Rear Admiral.
Sampson, who died of a broken heart be-
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cause he was not at the naval battle of
Santiago. The Allynp trace their ancestry
back to four splendid brothers who were
killed in the same battle in the Revolu
tionary war.
But the soul of a quiet, gentle farm
home is shortly to be torn to pieces for
analysis in the courts of Wayne county.
New York, to prove that Georgia Allyn
Sampson, the attractive, well bred, well
educated girl-wife of Harry Sampson, did
not murder her husband.
Every habit, custom, secret, ail the
blessed, sweet little intimate things that
make home life almost sacred, are to be
laid before the gaze of the jury and the
public to save this frightened girl from
the electric chair.
This Is the story:
Hafry Sampson, nephew of the late
Rear Admiral Sampson, five years ago.
when he was 22, met Georgia Allyn, then
19. It was love at first sight, and within
six months, while on a sleigh ride, they
were married at a parsonage.
Harry left the home of his father, Geo.
A. Sampson, in the town of Palmyra, and
went into the country to live in the home
of his father-in-law, Frank Allyn. It is a
and the sight of the dim-set stars. His
haste now became something crying that
lashed him fiercely, for he seemed to be
standing still, and so began to mutter
at the crawling stream and to complain
of his thews, which did not drive him
fast enough, only the sound he made was
more like the whine of a hound in leach
or a wolf that runs with hot nostrils
close to the earth.
Runnion drove his Peterborough to
wards the shore with powerful strokes,
and ran its nose up on the gravel, rose,
stretched himself, and dragged it farther
out, then looked down at Necia.
“Well, what is it, yes or no? Do you
want me for a husband, or for a mas
ter?” She cowered in the stern, a pale,
fearful creature. Anally murmuring:
“You—you must give me time."
"Not an another hour. Here's where
you declare yourself; and remember, I
don't care which you choose, only you'd
better be sensible.”
She cast her despairing eyes up and
down the river, then at the wilderness
on either shore; but it was as silent and
unpeopled as if It had been created that
morning. She must have time; she would
temporize, pretending to yield, and then
betray him to the first comer; a promise
exacted under duress would not be bind
ing.
"I'll go quietly,” she said, In a faint
voice.
"I knew you'd see that I’m acting
square. Come! Get the cramp out of
yourself while I make a pot of coffee."
He held out his hand to assist her, and
she accepted it, but stumbled as she
lose, for she had been crouched in one
position for several hours, and her limbs
were stiff. He caught her and swung
her ashore; then, instead of putting her
feet to the ground, he pressed her to
himself roughly and kissed her. She
gave a stifled cry and fought him off,
but he laughed and held her the closer.
"Ain't 1 good for one kiss? Say, this
is the deuce of an engagement. Come,
now—”
“No, no, no!” she gasped, writhing like
a wild thing; but he crushed his lips to
hers again and then let her go, whereup
on she drew away from him panting,
dishevelled, her eyes wide and filled with
horror. She scrubbed her lips with the
back of her hand, as if to erase his
mark, while he reached into the canoe
and brought forth an axe. a bundle of
sod and a coffee-pot; then, still chuckling,
he gathered a few sticks of driftwood
and built a fire. She had a blind instinct
to flee, and sought for a means of es
cape, but they were well out upon the
bar that stretched a distance of three
hundred feet to the wooded bank; on
one side of the narrow spit was the
scarcely moving, half stagnant water of
a tiny bay or eddy, on the other, the
swift, gliding current tugging at the
beached canoe, while the outer end of the
gravelled ridge dwindled down to nothing
I and disappeared into the river. At sight
' of the canoe a thought struck her, but
her face must have shown some sign of
it, for the man chanced to look at the
moment, and. seeing her expression,
i straightened himself, then gazed about
searchingly. Without a word, he stepped
to the boat, and, seizing it, dragged it
entirely out upon the bar, where her
strength would not be equal to shoving
It off quickly, and. not content with this,
he made the painter fast, then went back
to his fire. The eagerness died out of
her face, but an instant later, when he
turned to the clearer water of the eddy
to fill the coffee-pot, she se'jed her
chance and sped up the bar toward the
bank. The shingle under foot and her
noisy skirts betrayed her, and with an
oath he followed. It was an unequal
race, and he handled her with rough,
strong hands when he overtook her.
“So! You lied to me! Well, I'm through
with this foolishness. If you'll go back
on your word like this you’ll ’bawl me
cut’ before the priest, so I'll forget my
promise, too, and you'!! be glad of the
chance to marry me.”
* "Let me go!" she panted. "I’ll marry
you. Yes, yes, I’ll do it, only don’t touch
me now!"
: He led her back to the fire, which had
begun to crackle. She was so weak now
I that she sank upon the stones shivering.
HARRY OAHKKTi
Key to diagram: Broken line shows path Harry Sampson took af
ter he left the sink, where he said he had rather die than live with Geor
gia, until he reached the point where he fell dead. A is pantry where
the shooting occurred. Bis the stairway leading to the upper floor,
where Georgia’s father had sent he r.
fine, magnificent old farm- The father
and Carl and Frank, his sons, together
with plenty of hired men, operated it.
The young couple brought new cheer to
the home and all were happy when, three
years ago, a little girl baby came into
the side of the house that the old folks
had set apart for the young couple. The
baby died within nine weeks and the
kindly old grandma sent the bereaved
little mother to the Bible for comfort.
But somehow even the Bible didn’t
help. Georgia sought relief in social ac
tivities. She went often to parties and
fairs. But there was no evil said against
her.
One day Georgia received a note from
Robert Manson, of Rochester, an old
friend. This note asked Georgia and a
girl friend of hers to meet Manson at
Buffalo and spend a day at Niagara Falls.
It has subsequently developed that Man
son had in mind the courtship of the oth
er girl.
But Harry couldn’t understand it.
The fateful Sunday morning of Novem
ber 1, 1908, came upon the Allyn home.
The day before the moody Harry was an
gry, and quarreled with Georgia. When
Harry arose Sunday morning he was still
angry. The letter still bothered him.
Tbil morning he took it to Mrs. Allyn
"Tkat’s right! Sit down and behave
while I make you something hot to drink.
You're all in.” After a time he continued,
as he busied himself about his task:
"Say, you ought to be glad to get me;
I've got a lot of money, or will have, and
once you're Mrs. Runnion, nobody'll ever
know about this or think of you as a
squaw." He talked to her while he wait
ed for the water to boll, his assurance
robbing her of ho/e, for she saw he was
stubborn and reckless. determined to
override her will as well as to conquer
her body, while under his creed, the
creed of his kind, a woman was made
from the /db of man for his service. He
conveyed it to her plainly. He ruled
horses with a hard hand, he drove his
dog teams with a biting lash, and he
mastered women with a similar lack of
feeling or consideration.
He was still talking when the girl
sprang to her feet and sent a shrill cry
out over the river, but Instantly he was
up and upon her, his hand over her
mouth, while she tore at it, screaming
the name of Poleon Doret. He silenced
her to a smothered, sobbing mumble, and
turned to see, far out on the bosom of
the great soiled river, a man In ,a bark
canoe. The craft had just swung Y>ast the
bend above, and was still a long way
off—so far away, in fact, \ that Ne
ele's signal had not reached it,
for Its occupant held unwaveringly to
the swiftest channel, his body rising and
falling in the smooth, unending rhythm
of a master-boatman under great haste,
his arms up-flung now and then, as tne
paddle glinted and flashed arcoss to the
opposite side.
Continued in Next Issue
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DOTHAN, Ala.—We have been selling
the Texas Wonder for years,’ and recom
mend it to any one suffering with any
kidney trouble as being the best remedy
we ever sold. J. B. YOUNG. Sold by all
druggists. Price $1 by mall from St.
Louis. **•
MEETS COUSIN tIRST TIME
!N FIFIY FIVE YEARS
MOBILE, Ala., March 6.—Alexander
Speer, a well known United States cus
toms officer of this city, met Philip Do
remus, of Montclair, N.J., his cousin,
yesterday for the first time in fifty-five
; years.
The last meeting was when Mr. Spear
■ was attending school in New York state.
Doremus is 84 years old and met his
relative by accident. The meeting of the
two men was very affecting.
GEORGIA. Fulton County—By virtue of an
order from the court ot ordinary of Fulton
county, granted at the March term, 1909, of
said court, there will be sold at public out
! cry on the first Tuesday In April, 1909, at
!the courthouse door m said eounty, between
the legal hours of sale, the following tract
of land lying and being in the city of Atlanta,
i being part of city lot one hundred and eigh
i teen (118) of land lot seventy-eight (78) of
' the fourteenth (14th) district of originally
> Henry, now Fulton county, Georgia, more par
: tlcularly described as follows:
I Beginning at a point on the northeast side
of Walton street one hundred (100) feet south
j eastwardly from the point formed by the in
tersection of the northeast side of Walton
street, with the southeast side of Magnolia
■ (formerly Caln) street at the corner of John
H. Bullocks lot ajid running thence south
eastwardly along the northeast side of Wal
-1 ton street one hundred (100) feet, more or less,
,to the Ivy property; thence northeastwardly
i along said Ivy property one hundred and
i ninety-three (193) feet, more or less, to lot
of Arthur L. Jennings; thence north»astward
' ly along property of said Jennings and Mrs.
i Julia A. Hyatt one hundred (100) feet, more
lor less, to A. S. Taylor’s property; thence
(southeastwardly along the lines of said Tay
lor and Mrs. Sterling and the said Bullock
lot one hundred and ninety-three (193) feet,
I more or less, to point of beginning.
The same being all of said city lot one hun
i dred and eighteen (118) except a lot fronting
• one hundred (100) feet, more or less, on
Luckie street and extending back elghty-flve
(85) feet, heretofore sold by Z. A. Rice to
Julia W. Welborn. Terms of sale, one-fifth
cash, balance In five equal annual payments,
deferred payments to bear 6 per cent interest.
This March a, 1909.
PARKER M. RICE,
JOHN W. RICE,
Administrator* of Estate of Z. A. Rice,
Deceased.
and she told him, in sympathy, that it
was a letter no marled woman should
receive.
As Frank Allyn departed for the cream
ery with the milk, Harry, who was at
the sink in his own kitchen, said to him:
"You take my things. I won’t live
with this girl any longer. I'll die first."
Was this a suicide's threat? The jury
is to decide.
Before leaving, Mr. Allyn ordered his
daughter to go upstairs, and told Frank
not to do anything until he had come
back from the creamery.
“We’ll talk It over then,” he said.
Georgia went upstairs.
A few moments afterward Mrs. Allyn,
who was on the other side of the house,
heard a screaming. It sounded like a man
crying, "Oh, oh, oh!”
She ran to the front room and met
Harry. ’ His hands were folded across
his breast. He was gasping and stagger
ing. Then he fell, full length on the
floor at her feet, dead. A 22-callber rifle
bullet had stopped his heart.
A moment later Georgia came running
into the room.
Her brother Frankie, 18, says he heard
her running downstairs a moment after
the shooting. If he can prove this to the
jury, he will save his sister.
Georgia did all she could, and held the
dead man's head in her lap, while she
wept.
The rifle was found leaning In a cor
ner, near the stairway up which Georgia
had gone, and which Harry bad passed
on his way to the spot where he fell
dead.' The hammer was cocked. The eject
or had half-removed the empty cart
ridge.
The shooting had been done tn the pan
try, which was full of powder smoke.
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Remember the Maine In 1909
HAVANA. March 4.—The American col
only here has received with mixed emo
tions the news of the Introduction in
congress of a bill for the recovery of the
wreck of the Maine and its dead. Pre
sumably the bill was prompted by Gover
nor Magoon’s final address, although he
had been here more than two years with
out acting in the matter.
Possibly congress doesn’t know that the
wreck of the Maine doesn’t belong to the
United States. During tha first Amerfban
occupancy of some three years absolute
ly nothing was done to raise the Maine,
and when the provisional government
withdrew the new republic of Cuba was
informed that the United States relin
quished all claims to the wreck. Presum
ably the dead sailors went with the ship.
The Cuban government advertised the
wreck for sale, to be removed by the pur
chaser. One man bought It, or went
through the form of buying it, paying a
small amount down. Then he proceeded
to organise a stock company to capitalize
his venture. It was proposed to raise
the Maine, peddle the small bits of wreck
age for relics, and tote the ship from har
bor to harbor, as a sort of patriotic mus
eum, but for private gain. A great deal
of the stock was sold, but the govern
ment of Cuba never received any further
payments, and the Maine and her dead
sailors reverted to the ownership of the
Cuban government.
Nothing has been done about the mat
ter since. Presumably, if the American
government begged the wreck It would
be turned over. But ft will have to bo
begged or bought before the Ui/ted
States can obtain possession of ft, and
Americans over here are astonished at the
bill just introduced, which assumes that
the Maine belongs to America.