Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1895-04-13

not permit him TO leave oven sucn cur
as velasquez to q horrible death with
out an effort to rescue him
Accompanied by one Of tho officers
the big-heartcd commander hurried
down tho steps on to the cabin deck,
from whence no attempted to descend
to tho lower deck on which Valasquez
was confined. But bravo as the old
Captain was. Tiers was an obstacle In
the way which even no was powerless
to overcome. The water was up too
high and tho rescuers could 20 no
further Already the imprisoned man
must be driven back to his bunk near
tho top OF the room in which no was
confined the wretched prisoner could
not pass out now alive. and certainly
mono could reach him. Doubtless he
was alive-just alive--his life's span
now To no measured nv mnmentS Now
10 Guild see how rclen.lessiy tie mills OF
-etribution grind--so surely-so surely
SO surely-aye. and SO quickly, SO much
more quickly sometimes than even
those who manipulate the machinery OF
the mills can foresee. Almost Velasquez
had paid to the uttermost tho penalty
Of his crime committed long years be-
fore in the sunny Californian valley
almost!
The ship might 20 down ut any mo-
ment now, and unless his would-be res
cuers ut once rctraccd their steps they
might 20 down with It 80 with regrets
the Captain led the way to the deck.
Sorrowfully he took his place In the
life-boat and, rs the sailors pulled
away. he looked longingly Mt the old
ship that had carried him through SO
many thousands Of miles Of fair and
stormy weather. Before they reached
tho waiting steamer the "Dunrobin
Castle" settled on her beam ends and
sank In old ocean with q mighty rush,
taking with her, TO higher tribunal
than that OF man, Leon Valasquez
II was tragic death. In some sense
It was too grand death for so mean
man-to exchange the ignominy Of the
gallows and tho felon's grave in prison
yard for burial beneath the rolling
waves OF the Atlantic, cofined In q
noble ship And yet 1t was horrible
end-a lonesome, solemn end. for the
man who had lived In tumult and ex-
citement all his days to meet tho Grim
Monster and Great Ayenger alone with
his torturing memories OF the past-to
know, while the morciless food closed
over him, that he died unmourned and
unregrctted.
Perhaps 1t was o poor satisfaction TO
the widow OF Mario Delaro TO know that
her husbands murderer. the destroyer
OF her happiness, was never convicted
Of his crime-but when Leon Velasquez.
ono OF the meanest villains who ever
trod this earth. went into the unseen
world to meet his Maker, 1t surely was
o powerful illustration Of that infallible
truth:
Though the mills OF God grind slowly,
Yet they grind exceeding small;
Though with patience stands He waiting.
With exactncss grinds He all"
Not long ago q small wedding party
passed down tho carpeted steps OF
church In New York City. The princi-
pals Of that party were . handsome,
sunburned man Of forty years and Q
lovely woman many years younger.
They seemed very happy they cersvery
happy. They were Percy Lowell and his
wife-whom we have known so long a.
Armida Delaro
On tho same day there left from one
OF the poorer French lodging-houses
near Leicester Square, London, funer-
al hearse and one mourner's carriage.
In that hearse lay the body Of Emile
Breezy, and In the carriage was man
who looked the picture Of misery-his
namo was Eugene Bregy-a living ex-
ample OF ''what might have been"