The Houston daily post. [volume] (Houston, Tex.) 1886-1903, 1900-09-15
tBY G. HERBERT BROWN

Galveston, Texas, september LIT is
not all tears in Galveston, not all sor-
row. Hearts bowed down with grief are
not heavy all the time. and there are
smiles and good cheer and hearty hano-
shakes with it all.
Here is sample of the conversations:
Hello, Bill, I'm glad to see you alive!"
hands in hearty clasp.
How bout your femily?"
"All safe, thank Cod
Il lost my little one. but the rest are
safe How's your homer"
Gone; knocked into kindling wood, but
that don't matter. as l saved my wife
and children after hard struggle"
And the two pass on. the one light
hearted. the other smile glistening IN
his tear dimmed eye. both glad for what
was left them.
saw telegram to a Galveston woman
from sister in Houston with whom she
had hardly been on speaking terms for
years. 1t read:
Are you safe? Do you want any
money? Come up to Houston and live
with us"
Is there necessity OF comment7
saw neighbors who had been quar-
reling and saying spteful things about
each other for months. riding down the
street IN tao sama buggy. the most LOVING
chums in the world.
1 saw rival candidates for the same
political office catch hold of opposite
ends of the same log. and with a "heave
ho!" toss it up out of the way of wagons
and pedestrians. each doing the work
for humanity's sake.
Social distinction is wiped out. l heard
the banker tell his story of the storm
to his stableman with as much vim and
gusto as though hopnobbing with his
heaviest depositor. White and colored
stopped to make inquiries of each other
and shake hands.
One mans religious creed is no better
than another's. l saw a minister OF the
gospel take drink Of whisky and l heard
a gambler thank God. The churches all
over town suffered heavily and the Gal
weston brewery was hardly damaged.
saw blind mendlcant a continual
object OF charity. on the corner of Twan-
ty-first and Market. and heard OF hun
dreds upon hundreds of great. strong
useful men who went down with the
flood.
Life is stranger thea Acton. but Il
does seem an ironical providence thai
saves the halt and the manned and takes
away the useful.
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Ono thing He did In His awful vista
ton OF Saturday night. He swept the
beach clear OF those noisesome midway
Joints between fremont and Rosenberg
avenue, and He wiped from the face OF
the earth a number OF vile resorts
stood on the foundation of the brick
chimney of the old Beach hotel with tho
waters of the gulf loppllg the soles OF
my feet, and not yestiSe o. these
places could l see. Will they be rebuff.
with the new Galveston? Let us hope
mat no more unsightly bath houses with
monstrous railroad signs be- erected south
of the driveway along the now irregular
beach.
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How placid. how innocent. how guilt
less those waters looked as the greenish
blue took on the tint Of an opal when
touched by the slow descending sun Of
this delightful mid-Ssp.ember day. The
little waves rocked back and forth at riy
feet. singing their soft. restful. grooming
song.
Bah!
had but TO turn my head to see col
umns Of smoke rising all over the city.
marking impromptu crematorles OF I'm.
man bodies senseless clay. the souls
from which hld been sent to their Maker
by those same innocent looking waters,
had but to look between and beyond
these spiral columns. these tombstones