Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-12-22

| Poor Martin was cllng1ng to piece Of th
boat and rolled about by the waves"
Josiah Burnhsm was listening as eagerly
| to Hawley's account, as though he had not
heard it a dozen times before, but his face
was 50 strangely devoid Of sympathy for his
stepson that, at the time, could not timagine
| that the adventure had proved serious.
st demanded that an effort be made to
rescue Martin" HaWley continued. "The
captain shouted quickly to the officers and
sailors: Can we try to save this man?
Those who agree to il raise their hands; and
be quickP We stood under one Of the Ian
terms, and the sailors were grouped about us
waiting for the supreme decision. I declare
to you, if it had been broad daylight one
would have seen that these old seadogs were
as pale as any seasick girl. They gave one
rapid glance toward the horizon, the direc-
ton of the waves, the dark line Of coast be-
yOnd. The ship was headed straight for the
rocks. Each man shook his head, but no
one raised hand. Then the captain spoke
70 the crew:
Upon our consciences, we all declare that
we can do nothing to save that man. God
have mercy upon him. Then, turning to
the helmsman, he cried: 'Starboard, and
straight ahead
THE ship turned again, Offering her sails
to the bowling wind. She leaped over the
waves like an arrow. I ran to the stern, un-
fastened a lantern and held it far out over
the water. Five or six fathoms away Mar.
tin was dancing about among the waves,
which at times held him almost upright.
When he saw me in the light Of the lantern,
he stretched out one hand toward me and
his lips moved as if to speak. leaned to-
ward him with my hand to my ear, to hear
the last words of the poor fellow. They came
to me clear and strong above the roar Of the
storm:
"'Tell mother to give my money to MaryP
"An enormous wave came along, leveled
the surface of the sea, and L saw nothing but
the deep furrow Of the vessel as she ran from
the jaws of death"
Hawsley stopped and turned his face in
harsh reproach upon Josiah Burnham.
"And Mary?" I questioned.
"She was the girl who was to have be-
come Martins wife" was the reply, land
his direction about the money was as sacred
as any formal will that ever was signed and
sealed. Yet it was illegally worthless, be-
cause the money was technically the proper
ty of his MOTHER
"And she would not obey his Wish?''
"She died before there was time to m axe
the transfer, and Josiah Burnham-the OBJ
durate man standing there-Inherited from
her, and keeps it from the girl to whom it
rightfully belongs. have told him time
and again what I think Of it. Won't you,
Mr.. Pardee. say something to him."
For moment was hesitant, and then I
said: "Mr. Burnham2a life of mere money
getting is always a failure, because you
will never get as much as you want. The
poorest people in this country are the
millionaires, and next to them those who
have half million. There is not a SCISSOR
grinder on the streets of New York that is
so anxious to make money as these men who
have piled up fortunes year after year in
storehouses, in government securities, in
tenement houses, in whole city blocks. You
ought to see them jump when they hear the
hre-bell ring. You ought to see them in
their excitement when q bank Rxplodes.