The Washington times., 1912-04-21

| were told. and stories OF heroes and
tales of towards, too, came to the Car
| pathla, and to be told by them and the
| survivors to world waiting and
| aghast.
| Criticism OF the ship and its sponsors
was apparent in the conversation, and
still through all of this sinister chorus
ran the note of hope-that other ves-
| sells had saved those who were left be-
| hind.
With the survivors aboard the Car
their number and identity. II was nee
| essary for those anguished relatives
ashore that the worst be made known.
| census was taken, and no were
| found to be among those wrested from
| the sea. But even death was not to be
thwarted by the arrival of the ship OF
| succor. The second day a man, garbed
in dress of the clergy, stood with barred
| head before the joint assemblage Of sur
vivors and passengers of the Carpathia
and read the Episcopal burial service
| for four.
Four Sailors Buried.
| As the last word died away four bags
were hurled into the ocean, the grave
of four sailors who died aboard the Car
pathia. Even when they had been res
cued Death still pursued and won them.
There was plenty OF excitement
aboard the Carpathia until she nosed
her way into the dock at New York.
Women and children, the reaction after
their experiences setting in. needed
care. Grief and exposure had welded
together ills that made of the Carpa-
| thia a floating hospital. Mrs. Astor, her
condition initiating against her health,
was felled by illness, and for a time 1t
seemed that even she must die
Immigrant women. sturdy in constitu.
health, turned nurses and gave their at
| tention to those favorites OF fortune,
who could prove heroic In the supreme
test, but were forced to yield to illness,
aftermath cf suffering.
| Not all the scenes among the survi-
vors were those of wretchedness. Wives
| ship together found that their husband
and father had saved himself, too. Will
liam +. Carter. of Philadelphia, who
gamblers chance, had won He had been
picked up floating on the water, and
was reunited to his family on the res
rated from their parents, walked among
the crowd of rescued, and found
| mothers had been saved.
then came the necessity and duty of
flashing the news to the four corners
of the earth. This the wireless man
terse wireless. the wireless shut down
and nothing further could be CLEANED.
Real News Delayed.
Ashore the dawning horror of the
catastrophe did not burst forth until
several days after the disaster, the first
| message, that the Titanic had sunk and
| that everybody was saved had mimi
| miZed the accident to the largest ship
afloat. The origin of this dispatch and
it's sister falsehood that the vessel was
proceeding to Halifax under its own
steam cannotsbe traced. But it served
its purpose of reassuring the public, and
lulling the people at home into the same
confidence that enveloped those on the
Titanic when the berg cleft the vessel.
And the terrible awakening came to
one as to the other. 1t was not until
the night of Monday that the news
really reached the world. Then the
smug satisfaction born of the earlier
dispatches died In the terror of realiza-
tion. The Titanic had gone down, and
had carried with her a thousand pas
sengers. This was the story-this time
authentic this time not subject to re-
| vision, this time true and factful
AS soon as the stunned world recoy-
cred from the blow, informato was
sought everywhere. Wireless fickered
the terse petitions from those who had
OF their relatives. In some instances
they were answered, in some they were
not conjecture gave rise to rumors
of all sorts in lieu of specific inforrna-
ton, withheld or unknown.
Such was the situation that existed.
At the steamship offices one became
came familiar with the grief Of rela-
. uveS Inquiry received an omInous
shake of the head.
Remnant of Passengers.
: On Thursday night shortly before .
O'Clock, one week after the Titanic had
swept proudly away from Southamp-
} ton the remnant Of her passenger list
reached New York. There scenes were
enacted that could only come through
varied hysteria. Strong men, calloused
apparently to everything that could
be exhibited in visible and outward
, forms of rejoicing, acted like women.
, Men, whose hands showed the signs of
labor, were on the dock to meet a wife
or sister, or a child. They embraced
these members of their families, kissing
their feet, kneelng in the wet, damp
murky nasty pier, and breathing bene-
diction on their beloved.
Reunions were one symphony of
tears, laughter, cries, weeping, delight,
happiness, and last, but not least, ven
geance. hate, and odium, for those held
responsible for the loss of life.
witnesses the stories. They were alike
in tener-almost-and they all bespoke
, the heroism that comes when manhood
meets a crisis such death in a wreck
like the Titanic breeds.
Some of these tales-how stoke.s
| fleeing from the ship met death in the
staccato bark of the pistol-these were
, not nice tales, but they were true
Stories of how the coolies, in their
fright and also in obedience to Their
national characteristics. kept back the
women and allowed the men to get by
, until the spit of the guns ended their
lives.
Stories of Survivors.
Those aboard the Carpathia added
their tales. They told the stories Of
the passengers who refused to desert
the bridge tables because there was no
danger, and who went down tc their
graves with the cards clutched in their
hands They told the stories of res
cuers who we're picked up in the water;
they told the stories that now are the
possession of the world at large.
Naturally, when the first shock nf
horror passed and reason came to aid
action, the Federal Government sent
it's representatives to probe into the
matter. They found state of affairs
that rallo for Immediate and dro to