The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1900-10-13

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in the darkness. Presently the roo
| went to pieces and the pair wer'
| Wrenched apart. Hours later somebod,
| rescued the unconscious husband, go
him into St Mary's inf1rmary, which
| was one of the few buildings compare
| lively uninjured, and the good sister!
| resuScitated him. Meanwhile the poo
| little bride was swept away alone into
the storm-tossed Gulf of Mexico, fa1
| beyond sight of land All night Ions
she was beaten about by the pillows
| but somehow managed to keep herself
| afloat, though chilled to partial uncon-
| seriousness; and with the morning tide
| was brought back again-into the emp
| tied graveyard Of ST. Mary's, as 1t for
| tunately happened. Seeing the walls OF
a building, she had just life enough left
! to call for help. The grief-crazed hus-
band, pacing the corridors mourning
for her whom he believed to be lost,
heard the cry-by some mysterious soul
sense rather than by mortal ear-and
insisted on going out to the rescue.
To quiet him, though with no idea that
any living thing was in that swlrllng
flood, the two or three men about the
place, went with him. They found a
young woman stark naked, climbing to
board which had temporarily moored
itself against d tombstone, and--Heav-
en- be praiSed--the husband held his
own dear wife in his arms again.
A widowed lady of considerable
wealth lived alone with two daughters
seventeen and fifteen years of age.
Their house went to pieces and both
girls, being pinned under the walls,
We're drowned. The mother kept their
bodies concealed for several days, lest
they be cast into the sea, or cremated
on those ghastly heaps-as collins We're
unobtainable and separate funerals for
thousands out of the question. A
friend, also drowned, had lost three
small children. The latter brought her
precious dead over secretly, one by one;
and together, in the darkness of night
the two women dug graves for the five
with their own hands, and buried them
in the door-yard of the demolished
home.
A couple of miles from town, beyond
the fort, was Catholic orphan asylum
isolated from any other building.
When the sisters in charge saw that
death was inevitable they roped the
ninety-eight children together, and
each sister tied herself firmly to certain
number Of them; and thus they were
found next day, all drowned but three
small boys who had somehow become
united and lodged in a tree-hardly one
brick left standing upon another of the
orphanage building.
One of the most astonishing freaks of
the storm was its gruesome work OF
robbing graves. Vaults built of stone,
concrete and iron were crushed like
egg shells, and their contents scattered
abroad costly monuments were shat
tered, headstones carried hundreds of
feet, and old graves washed open, dis
turbing the peaceful rest of those long
deadI In one private Vault, where nine
members Of a family were laid, only
two Baskets now remain, the rest hay
ing been carried off by the greedy gulf,
metallic boxes float like eorks you
know-and merrily these raced after
each other, as If rejoiced to escape the
moldy earth. The new Catholic ceme-
teries suffered most, being nearest the
beach, In the receiving vault Of beau
tiful Lake View We're eleven caskets,
and all but three are gone. Among the
missing Is that of Rose Coughlin's hus-
band, the actor. He died in Galveston
nearly a year ago and his often-ex-
pressed wish to be buried within sound
Of the sea is likely to be more than re-
allied This mornings Galveston
News contains novel advertisement;
i
corning a plush-covered coffin, contain
ing corpse, which has been found on
his premises, on the open prairie, twen-
ty-one miles distant. The coffin is be-
ing held awaiting Identification.
A noticeable feature of Galveston in
these days is the scarcity of household |
pets, such as cats dogs, canaries, ETC. |
to say nothing of horses and cows, !
most of them having persisted in the |
flood, A parrot was found on top of a !
wrecked home, drenched and shivering, |
but cackling feebly, Polly is poor |
bird. Polly feels like a darned fool"
To this day, almost a month after
he storm, they are still taking putrid |
,orpses from under the debris-elghty /
yesterday twenty-three the day before,
.wo hundred and seventy on another
recent day the latter number having
been mostly found near the ruins of
fashionable apartment-house. OF
course Identification is no longer posi-
Die and the remains are ShoVeled into
he flames as expedtously as possible.
like streets have been
feared through the section where the
yreCkage is piled in places higher than
he former residences were with here
md there part of a house turned bot
om-side up and balanced on the apex
If its roof, or lying forlornly on its
ide. The freaks of the wind are show
n walls blown completely away but
he glass globes on chandeliers inside
eft uninjured; in houses twisted COM
'letely around on their founda tons, so
hat the back door is now in front, and
ne house left unsheath while its
ext neighbour for no apparent reason
as reduced to kindling- wood. With |
cry careful driving, one may thread
hese streets-if he can endure the hor- ;
ibe odors and the clouds of flies which.
isturbed by the passing, swarm noise I,
7ssly inside the carriage. That more
odies are under those enormous heaps
certain, and what is to be done with
9th them and them Wreckage, Heaven s
My Knows Scattered all along the
'ay, and for miles along the beach, are
hounds of earth, indicating graves, in
ach of which several bodies were I
laced to await future burial If you
are to get out and walk a bit pru- :
emily polding your nose, you come