The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1901-06-25
Steel King Greatly Moved by
Poor Anarchist.
PRIVATE INTERVIEW OBTAINED.

liner ST. Louis Following is an all
stract of his report. says the New Iorh
Journal.
The trip Of the Caruegics was purely
one OF pleasure. / sailed in the same /
ship. bound for Europe To help my fam. /
lily. who were in great distress. Know
ing that Mr. Carnegie vas on the St
Louis. / thought IL a good opportunity |
10 endcavor TO gain an interview with
this man who had set all the people
anamc.
True. | was a stccragc passenger. aud
Mr. Carnegie aud family occupied the
finest cabin that could hc found on
board the ST. Louis. hut | determined
not tu be dauntcd 10y this fact. when |
gathered enough courage to approach
the first cabin. | was ordered back 10y
an officer. hut one day MIR Carnegie,
as a matter Of courtesy, visited our
quarters below deck. attended by a
ship officer.
Now" | said to uysclf. now Is the
time TO talk to him" | approached him,
hat I'm hand, and said: Good morning,
Y
employees, and would like to speak to
YOU
He reached out his soft, white hand
and grnsped mine. saying with slight
smile: Good morning. | will take you
TO my cabin, where you can say all you
wish"
walked away with Mr. Carnegie,
the other passengers regarding us with
great deal Of wonder Entering the
cabin. MIR Carnegie pointed TO a seat,
which | took, and then began the con.
ycrsation
"Mr. Carnegie" said |. II have read
In the newspapers Of your gift Of So
100000 Is il true2'
Yes. il is true he said. Here Is
copy Of the letter | have sent to the
managers OF the steel trust. | win read
II to you"
"Mr. Carnegie" said as he finished.
'would you ever want to he dependent
upon the charity OF any oneY
mo, certainly not" he answered.
But say on"
"Alr Carnegie. do you think II just
! for n man TO have surplus wealth.
Can you deny that this wealth is not
yours. but the wealth OF the miners
whom you desire to help through your
charity and who have produced il?
DO you know that the surplus wealth
Is but the unpaid wages of the men
who have contributed so greatly to
your successy DO you know that the
interest on that SI.000,000. which
amounts to 100000, out Of which the
miners are to receive their pensions, ls
but the product OF the same laborers
or laborers at large? You give money
for the erection OF libraries In Home
stead. Braddock and Duquesne. DO
you not know that the majority OF
the miners aud their children are I'M
able TO read aud write. because they
never have had the opportunity that
you and men OF your caliber have had?
"Do you not know that these miners
have not the time to go to the libraries
and read. because they are below In
the mines from n. IN. to 4 y. M. aud
OF their only day OF rest, Sunday, they
are too tired TO drag themselves down
10 the llbraryy Why are you now
willing to give so much to the miners,
when you were so unwilling to yield
them their meager demands. which
were but little part OF what was
just?
why did you not prevent their
slaughter at Homestead. Braddock and
elsewhe where your interests were
inyolvedy You see that | am Grip
pie. DO you know that this Is the
work Of you and your helpers-the au-
thorities who protect you and youT
kind alone? Your charlty-bah! II
is but n mockery."
BY this time both Mr. Carnegie and
| | were very much excited. Mr. Carne
/ gle, however, bade me sit down and
! quiet myself, and at the same time
, be would endeayor 10 calm his own
feelings. | took book from my pock
! 1T and read from Marion's poem
"From the Teeth OF the Gray Wolf,
[ these stanZas:
, FROM TIE TEETH OF THE GRAY WOLF.
The curse Of fathers and mothers made mad
By the sight OF their murdered dead
Shall ring all night Ia your strainng ears
As you toAs your sleep He'd bed
. And men shall rise from unsodded graves.
Ia risers and tunnels aud mueA
And your blood shall freeze a. Sc meet the gaze
. OF the ghasty. unbroken lines
Men ye have robbed and killed and sent
TO destruction In grewsome places
Men an bleeding and bruised and crushed.
With their dead. accusing faces
On the bones Of these, the slain no more
Shall ye lie at your tull stretched ease
For the sob Of the storm that is coming sinks
Al no echo Of Christ bid peace.
% When finished. there were tear'
t wellng up In the eyes Of both Mr. Car
negle and myself He asked me Il
b leave the poem with him did so, and
e gathering my senses together for wal
much unnerved. | left the cabin. Mr.
Carnegie was too nervous TO ask me L
b visit his staieroom again.