The age-herald., 1898-04-02

to disclose military plans or movements. Your message will go by cable" he said.
 There will be no censorship; I shall never
 see them until they are printed. You can
 l wire them in the English language. want
 | you to understand that anything you may
 l send of an improper nature will reflect on
 l me both here and in Madrid, and shall l be held responsible and be censured for
 | rs~1ving the censorship"
 Ia told them that they were at liberty | to come and see him at all times, and gave | orders to admit them without formality | and at all hours. Nothing apparently could 1 be feared; yet within a week the captain 1 general received bittre complaints from the | Spanish minister at Washington and from | Madrid about the press telegrams He was | finally peremptorily ordered to restore the
 l censorship
 | Man of Many Moods l Weyler's moods varied. At times he would invite correspondent to sit down on a sofa 1 with him and enter into a free conversa- | ton. At others he would receive the cor res spondent while seated at his desk. Look | ing up, he would say, Do you want to see | me? We'll, what is it? Speak! l am quite busy"
 He spoke English only when his adjutants 1 were not present. He seemed to be appre- l hensive that it would create suspicion | within their minds if they heard him con- l versing in English with the correspondents. | If a correspondent produced clipping | from a newspaper Weyler invariably seiz- ed fit and put it in his pocket. He patron- iZed an the clipping bureaus in the United States and had a score of scrapboo1s. All clippings of denunciatton against himself were underlined with red ink. They were placed in a separate scrapbook. All %eari- caitures of himself and of the little King of | Spain were put in different volume. At times he was facedoups. George Bry- All-kn pOrrpSplIOndent. once l visited him, and asked permisison to see | the Competitor and other American prison- | CTS in the Cabanas. If you don't care to l let me enter the fortress,' said Bryson, | ''please be so kind as to have them | brought to the gate, where can talk with | them''
 "Why," replied Weyler, "don't you l know that there are no American prison | CTS in the Cabanas? Haven't you yet learned that have fed them all to the | sharks?'
 "No," Bryson answered, 'I hadn't learn 1 ed it.
 Well" replied Weyler, "you don't read
 the New York Sun. Some days ago one or 1 the poStoffice officials brought me a letter
 l addressed to Mir. God, managing editor of
 | the New York Sun (the managing editors l name was MT. Lord). It was good, fat l letter. I looked over 1t and found that
 two bodies of prisoners had been picked up | off Moro Castle, with their arms and legs eaten off by shardkqs The correspondents further asserted that nearly all the pris- l oners in the Cabanas had been fed to | sharks, and the sharks had got so fat that | they were hardly able to swim. There was l only one think to do with such a letter as | that" continued Weyler, "and that was to | seal 1t up and forward it. It was recog- 1 hilton of the confidence of the corfespuond- erIt in the Spanish mail system. Other correspondents would have sent the letter faR <Rxr ANxA.f al ter Qtf4h hnA | Well, the Sun printed it with fiaring cap | tion. The c44iy regret that I had about it 1 was that my friend, Don Pancho, of the | Associated Press was beaten out of the news But I gave Pancho a chance af- forwards. On the following day sent for him and gave him a shark story. ss Have you heard what the sharks did | today? I said to him. O .a; Mo- he replied.
 Well, said I, this morning sent, a | firing squad over to the Cabanas to shoot l two Cubans The squad was headeas off | in the bay by two big sharks. One of the | sharks jumped into the boat and drove the l firing squad to the masthead. delaying the l execution until a new squad appeareds' l He actually forced Don Pancho to send I this story to the Associated Press. "And | the next day." said Weyler with a smile, l "Don Pancho received a dispatch from the | New York agent, asking whether he was | drunk of crazy"
 Wey1er Tn a Rage
 | Some absurd stories threw the captain general into an uncomfortable rage One | day he read in an American newspaper a l story accuring him of wrapping the stars and stripes around an American prisoner, | and of then burning him alive. Weyler | gritted his teeth, stamped him feet, work l ed his Austrian chin with anger, and said | that if he could catch the correspondent l who wrote the story he would wrap him l in the Spanish flag, place dynamite bomb beneath him, and blow him off the island. This was said in the censors office while score of correspondents were awaiting re- vision of their dispatches. Next day two | of these correspondents disof these corresp l of these correspondents disappeared from | the island. l At another time, speaking of the attitude l of the American press. he became saroas ic, | saying that. notwithstanding their foul l abuse of him, they were really his best l friends and had been of great service to l him. pain was continually throbbing with indignation over the investves heaped l upon his course, In American newspapers, l were reproduced in the Madrid press.
 l They aroused Spanish patriotism and l proved a great factor in the enlargement 1 of his army. He wanted to thank the | New York newspapers for adding at least l 75, ,0O0 troops to the Spanish army in Cuba. | At one time in apologizing for his all l legged ferocity, he said he was simply l obeying the commands of thel Canovas ministry. He alleged that the ireconcen- l trado decree had been drawn at Madrid | and not at the palace in Havana. He him. l self was the simple servant of the home 1 ministry, loyal to Spain, and determined 1 that she should, win, even if every man. l woman and child born on the island of | Cuba had to be sacrificed. He would make 1 the island a wilderness covered with ashes 1 and bones, if this would ipsurgoovictory. l s'What care I.' said he. wdhh h wave of l the hand "how great the sacrifice of life
 1 to crush out the spirit of rebellion? If I 1 go back to Spain triumphant, no one will | even dare to ask for detailed accounts of l the cost of victory"
 l AMOS J. CUMMINGS. 1 For Duty in New York Special to The Age-Herald l Tho. HnOd fO-