THE ILLUSTRATED BEE..
Norember 29, 1001
The Wave that Gave Up Its Prey
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HEN death claim il Francja Mar
lon Drkr cf Or.tr rvllte. Ia.,
A figure that haa loomed big In
tho building cf tlio west was re
moved. He was a pioneer west
V
of the MIsslBHlppI river and has been ac
tively connected with many of the great
enterprises that have made the west an
empire Instead of a wilderness. Iowa wai
naturally the scene of his greatest ao
tlvlty, although his Interest were con
fined to no narrow range. He waa essen
tially a builder and a developer, and while
a lawyer by profession, a soldier and a
statesman, It was In rallrouda and mlnos
he found bis real employment and from
them that he derived the wealth he was
pleased to use In still further developing
plans of usefulness to his fellow men. One
of these takes tha form of Drake uni
versity at Des Moines, an Institution nom
inally of tha Christian church, of which
denomination General Drake was a mem
ber, but which wus really a child of his
desire to devote at least a portion of his
means to the good of man end toward
which he leaned with real affection. Since be
left the office of governor of Iowa In
lffi8 he gave much of his time to the fur
therance of plana for the educational In
stitute he founded and It itt believed that
he remembered It meet liberally In his
Will.
General FrancHs Maritn Drake was born
In Rushvillo, 111., December SO, 1830, his
parents being nut Ives of North Carolina.
When Francis waa 7 years old his parents
moved to southern Iowa und the boy waa
given a common school education. He
turned early in life to business und crossed
the plains twice to Sacramento with ox
teams and drives of cattle. It was on
his first expedition, wheu he was In com
mand of twenty men going to the gold
fields, that he had a memorable encounter
with a bund of 200 Pawnee Indians at
the crossing of Shell creek, In Nebraska,
He drove oft the Indians and went on his
way. In 1864 he was a passenger on the
Steamer Yankee Blade, wrecked In the
Pacific ooean and ho was picked from the
urf. He waa commissioned captain of un
independent company In 1801 and then be
came a major, serving In Missouri. He
was assigned by Qeneral Prentiss to the
command of St. Joseph, Mo. He was later
made lieutenant colonel of the Thirty
sixth Iowa and served with the regiment
three years. After the war he engaged In
the practice of law at Centervllle, then
became Interested In coal lands, banking
and railroad building. He projected and
built five separate railroads. He sold the
Albl & Center villa at a good profit and
later sold the Keokuk it Western to the
Burlington. Ills latent railroad connection
was with the Chicago & Eastern Illinois,
on which he made large profits. He was
elected governor of Iowa In 1855 und served
one term. He la survived by two sons and
three daughters. He was one of the
founders of Drake university In 1883 and
bis gifts to that Institution have amounted
to over .$200,000.
George O. Wallace, recently elected presi
dent of the Omalia R"al KBtuts exchange,
baa been actively engaged in the real estate
business in this city for tlchteen years.
He ia also widely known in religious work.
Mr. Wallace was born In Prebble county,
Ohio, from mhere he went to Monmouth
college, Monmouth, 111., where he gradu
ated. He came west in May, UTS, and lo
cated In Pawnee county, where he took
charge of the newly started Pawnee County
Enterprise, which he conducted until the
close of lf3. In February cf the following
year ho came to Omaha and took charge
of the business end of the Omaha Dally
News, with uhlch he continued for about
one'yrar. After leavli g the pnper he be
came connected with the MrCigue com
pany and about two years later. In 1887. he
entered the real estate bushirsa for hi n
aelf. Mr. Wallace has b en prck"fnt of
the Nebraska State Sunday School n.iiodi.
tlon for four ye. rj end for twelve yersrs
ha 4 been superintendent of the rchool of
the Central Pretbyteri.in church. II? has
served as a director of the loiial Young,
Men's Christian association rnd a member
of the state committee of the orgnrlxatlon.
He la also vice president of the Nebraska
State Real Estate DcaJerr" rs-oriatlon.
Just because triey surrounded themselves
With skeletons and other gruesome evidence
of their output, is no reason why the stu
dents of Crelghton Medical college didn't
have a good time at their ball at the Met
ropolitan club Inst week. The decorations
of one' end of the ball room were hardly
suggestive of merriment, but the Medics
are to a large extent of the Epicurean
school, who invariably saluted the Death's
)ted at the beginning of the feast.
(Copyright, 190S, by Albert Sonnlchsen.)
ITTn PflKTB will toll tm tv
TM Honolulu, they would tell you
If you were to repeat that to the
sea never gives up its prey, but
"The poets be blowed!" or something that
would mean the same. They would refer
you to old Sam Harland, the nl?ht watch
man of the railway dock, who came there
five years ago on the Honry B. Howard.
You would then demand more detail, and
in a humorous way they would tell you
how the waves once took old Sam for tholr
own and tried hard to swillow him, but
he proved too bitter n. pill, even for the
hoa-y old sea, so it spued him up again In
dlsyust
"Ye see," they say, "Sam is a powerful
chap on the boose, an' his old carcass is so
soaked with rum that he couldn't be di
gested. The sea took him and chewed and
chewed for quite a while, but he was just
a bit too tough."
I have heard Sam tell his story, but,
being a rank egotist, he tries to make you
believe that his swimming saved him, which
Isn't entirely true. Hia shipmates on the
Howard told quite a different story, and,
according to general opinion, theirs was
the true version.
The big four-masted bark Henry B. How
ard left New York In May with general
cargo for San Francisco. This brought it"
around the horn In August and up to the
North Pacific in October, a bad time of
year. Just when the equinoctial storms are
brewing. The Howard was just about COO
miles southeast of Hawaii when one of
these bitter gales struck It and brought 'it
hove to under lower topsails.
The ordinary landsman doesn't quite
realize what a storm in thoso regions, at.
that time of year, means. Sailing Is im
possible the ship that simply holds Its own
against those giant mldsea. billows Is doing
well. It Is stripped of all but three or four
heavy storm sails, enough to give It the
necessary steerageway to keep its nose
pointed toward the oncoming seas, so that
they shall not strike broadside on.
Thus had the Howard been hove lo for
three days, meeting each fcam -capped bil
low with an upward tons of Its bows,
sometimes sieving Its ncre deep Into the
green seas, sending ponderous cascades
thundering down from its forecastle' head,
flooding the main deck to' the cabin aft.
Sometlmra the forecastle, an Iron house on
deck, would be entirely submerged, and
then the men of the watch below, who
"lay In upptr bunks, could behold the sea
through the plate glass portholes, as you
see in an aquarium, casting a clckly green
light over their haggard faces and giving
them a death-like pallor. With a gurg ing
roar the water would drop andS spread aft,
and good, wholesome light of day come in
again.
Aft on the poop were gathered the officer
and the men of the watch on deck, a dozen
oll-sklnned figures, clutching the lifelines
rigged from rail to rail. Thus they stood,
four hours at a time, drenched, gaslng
stolidly at the whirl of spray and scud
about them, with nothing to do, only to
stand by. The man at the wheel was
lashed to his post; his duty It was to keep
the helm Jambed hard over. Such is the
sailor's school of physical endurance.
One bell struck on the poop. Even that
old martinet, the skipper, would expect no
man to strike it for'd, for the bell on the
forecastle- head clangs sullenly at Inter
vals in low, throaty notes, as the roaring
torrents pour over It. Bad enough It is
for the man to dodge for'd In the first lull
to the lee door of the forecastle, to Jerk
-
Winter Gowns Cap the Climax for Cost
HE constant ebb and flow of fash
ions And no more striking exem
plincatlca. than in the matter of .
street wear.
"There waa a time, not so many
seasons ago, when no woman of taste
would appear on the street In anything ex
cept a teverely tailored gown. But new,"
and the French designer shrugged his
shoulders expressively, "there is no limit
to the elaboration and extravarance of
street dress. Textures which combine
weight with velvety softness are loaded
with embroidery end lace, fur and ct.l.Ton,
till the beauty of the foundation Is lest
sicht of."
The summer gowns were extravagant;
there is no disputing the fact. But the
winter costumes are capping the climax.
Women are riding in their coupes to tea or
reception, walking to church, or even con
descending to. a half hour's chopping In
gowns of the most delicate hues, whose
elegance Is relnlorced by the richest of
trimmings and the must regal of furs.
Furs reem to have reachtd the limit of
extravagance The sweeping stoles and
pelerines, with muff and often hat to
match, are charming. Yet even more strik
ing is the use of fur as a dress trimming.
Not only dors it form bands and edglrgs.
but fur medallions if the name ia per
missible are among the latest fads In
trimming. A snowy white broadcloth gown
is trimmed with lace medallions whose cen
ters are cleverly inserted pieces of ermine.
those drowsy fellows of the other watch
out of their few hours of slumber.
"IIo-o-o, ho-0-00-000, all hands ahoyl
Awake, ye sleeper 1 One sbelll"
With sleepy yawns and drawling curves
the men drop out of their bunks to their
chests, and slowly, reluctantly, in sullen
silence, climb Into their oilskins, while the
seas bangihe weather wall of the forecas
tle like shells from heavyguns.
"Eight 1 ells! relieve the watch!" Ayo,
eight bells; but the watch has yet to wait
a whl'e, for no mortal man could wado
those flooded decks from for'd to aft. Pea
aft r s?a, grc n and white pour over the
bulwarks, like the breaking of a big dim.
Finally comes another lull. The rhlp
pauses as though to rest, while the tons
of water on deck shcot out through hawse,
pipe and scupper. Onco more the deck Is
visible, covered only by the foam-rimmed
sheets of rippling water. The lee door of
the forecastle lies open and one by one the
men shoot out, like bees from a hive, and
scurry aft, fairly throwing themselves up
the poop ladder.
All hands are aft all but one. Old Ram
Harland, able seaman, lingers to fill his
pipe, as he Invariably does, In fair weather
or foul. Creeping Sam they call him. At
last he crawls out, shuts the forecastle door
and starts aft.
Suddenly all hands shout and gesticulate
to him. He see', but the shouts are lost
In the roar of the gale. Slowly he waddles
aft, unconscious of his danger. Were he
to look behind him he would see coming
up on the weather bow a dlBtant but fast
approaching wall of greenish gray, its
white top apparently licking the low hang
ing clouds.
He does ree at last, but too late. The
ship gives a quick lurch, a heave, attempts
to rlst to the oncoming billow, but falls.
High up, level with the foreyard, towers
the white crest. For one breathless mo
ment to those aft It seems to hesitate,
lifts, leans forward, then falls, crashing
dewn the whole for'd part of the ship.
From rail top to rail top the main deck
fills In an Insant, each mist the center of
a whirlpool of yeasty foam. Then, as the
ridge of the wave passes under the ship,
It lurches, rolls over to windward Into
the hollow beyond, dumping Its deckload
of seething water over its weather bul
warks Into the sea.
If you were to put a dry pea Into an
empty saucepan and then souse a bucket
of water over it you would understand
what happened to Bam Harland, able sea
man. His shipmates saw him strugglling
in the foam, saw him slowly 'sucked to
wards the bulwarks, then shot across their
top into the reflux of the sea outside.
What they felt is not part of the story;
such accidents occur often and seamen are
not prone to describe their emotions. "Man
overboard. Sam Harland, able seaman, lost
at sea October 5." Such notes are common
In log books. There were few or Sam's
shipmates who had not seen this tragedy
enacted before. It was what followed that
was unusual.
Suddenly the mate gave a yell, audible
even above the roar of the tempest.
"There he Is, boys, away to windward!"
They crowded together to the weather rail.
Sure enough, there he waa, a black speck
far out in the white froth, his face turned
toward them. Then he rose on the crest of
a wave and sank out of their sight Into the
hollow beyond, onlv to renpear again,
mounting another oncoming billow.
Already he had thrown off his sou'
wester and oilskin coat and was swim
ming. Hopelessly, beyond all human aid.
he struggled still, while his shipmates could
Moleskin is doing service on the blues and
silvery grays, while sable is pretty on a
dull green or a warm crimson cloth. .
Buttons make an Important feature of
the winter dress garnlshings. There are
hand-painted, embroidered and crocheted
buttonb, and even more fasbioRuble are the
buttons cf bene and metal.
Gunmetal buttons are In high favor, and
with good reason. They are effective on
either white or black, as well as toning
beautifully with any shade of gray.
White broadcloth is extremely fashionable
for dressy street wear. A gown of this
material has an astounding air of sim
plicity. Like the proverbial white muslin,
it is misleading to the masculine eye. But
the more sapient woman sees at a glance
that here is a combination of elegance and
good taste. A broadcloth required the
most 'careful treatment If the aim is to
make it something more tlian a strictly
tailored cown.
One of these white LrouJclolh coatuuies,
which Is trimmed with gunmetal buttons.
Is more suitable for church or shopping
than for a coupe function. The tight
fitting skirt a little more than touches the
ground, and has a slight train. It has
stitched slot seams, which open ten Inches
above the bottom hem Into fan-shaped
pleats. These give the proper flare around
the bottom.
The short Jacket has an Eton effect,
although its rather deep tight-fitting
atltcbed belt gives a trim nt ever the hrps.
only stand helplessly by, breathless, watch
ing him fight his last fight and then b
swallowed.
Tho ship was drifting and hoving so
much surface exposed to the wind. It nat
urally sagrged to leownrd faster than tho
man, leaving him to windward. The ship
was being blown away from him. They
tried to heave him a life belt, but tha
wind blew It back against the rail.
Still Sim fought manfully With beat
ing hearts they saw -him rid himself of
his pum boots and even his oilskin trous
ershe ripped them off with his sheath
knife. Impulsively they cheered. He was
dying game.
But the odds were against him. Fur
ther and further, they drifted away from
him, catching only an occasional glimpse
of his naked shoulders as he mounted the
seas and toppled over their crests. The
skipper had brought up the log line and
tried to heave the metal fan with its coll
of thin cord, but, strong of arm as he was,
It went not even one-third the distance.
He threw it down on deck and turned
away.
"Again came one of those booming rollers.
They saw the drowning man mount its
slope until he was struggling in the hol
low curve under the combing top. On It
came, he in It. With a heave the big ship
shot upwards and they saw him In tho
hollow beyond. He seemed to have been
hurled nearer and this caused Intense ex
citement. "Swim, Sam, swim!" they yelleS. "Keep
it up, To! Hang on, Sam!" They howled
and gesticulated, and once more the skip
per tr'ed to heave the log line. They might
as well have spared their efforts, he heard
nothing from them. Still, they saw him
plainly now, saw his wl lte f.ice, his
clenched Jaws, his powerful arms beating
the waves. By this time he had freed
hlmirlf of all his clothes. But exc:pt that
he kept himself up, he was helpless; like
a block of wood he was whirled about and
tossed up and down ground by the wJves
as though they were Indeed chewing well
before swallowing.
Then he suddenly disappeared. For flva
minutes the men stood, still clutching tha
rail. Instinctively they bowed their heads,
as men do in the presence of death.
There came a lull. Again the decks were
clear.
"Come, boys," shouted the second mate,
"get for'd and turn In."
The jaratch Just relieved moved with dif
ficulty down to leeward and prepired to
skurry for'd to the forecastle, there to
snatch a few hours' rest.
But before they could gain the she'ter of
the for'd deckhouse, the vessel reared on
its stern. They could not climb that slant
ing deck. From for'd came that awful,
growing roar again. The green wall swept
on, shot up alongside, ready to topple. An
Impulsive cry burst from the tips of all,
their danger forgotten In the sight before
them. Almost over their heads rose that
glassy, foam-streaked green mountain, and
on Its very top lifted tho naked form of a
man, his arms outsretched, mouth agape,
eyes staring, legs outspread, like some
spirit of the storm, wrapped In a smother
of froth and spray. They caught Just that
one glimpse then came the crash again
the decks were flooded.
Fortunately all had gained some hold,
and when the waters subsided none was
missing. In the pumphole, by the main
mast, they found the naked, unconscious,
but still living body of their lost shipmate,
washed aboard by the reflux. The sea bad
given up its prey.'
ALBERT SONNICHSEN.
It Is closed at the throat, but below tha
fronts are free. They are ornamented with
stitched pieces of the material in a stole
shape, although these merge almost com
pletely into the Jacket, so flrmly are they
stitched and so rigorously are they;
pressed.
There Is a low stitched collar inserted
with panne velvet. In the gunmetal shade.
The rather scant cape collar Is shaped
Into scallops. Gunmetal buttons ornament
the bottom of the Jacket, and the atoles are
further ornamented nt Intervals with whits
silk tassels. Tho bouffant sleeves have tha
fullnesEs lild into the arm hole In inch
wd tlsots. The ruff lo caught in at
the v,-Vt Into oddly, -shnped narrow cuffs
tri:n:ml with panne velvet.
The lace hand ruffles are as deep und
full as ever were thoso sported by a
cavall -r rt the eourt of King Charles. It
Is a pretty fasslon. and has both grace
und okKinre. father white or eiru lace
can be tired effectively, although in this
case m"ady has preferred the former shade.
A smart toque of ermine, trimmed with
a cluster of short white o-dr'ch plumes,
gives a pretty finish to the coeturae.
Never was the-e such Infin'te vn-t-ty In
the way of b al'i and ralloon. Both for
eign snd domrstli Iootis hare hen whir
ring for many months to prpar for the
present season, and. yet much of the stock
Is already Aeple'ed. If milady wishes
(Continued on Paga Sixteen.)
