Iditarod pioneer., 1915-07-31

Mrs. Straus is firm. "All these years we have travelled together, and shall we part now? No, our fate is one" She smiles a quiet smile, and pushes aside the hand of Major Butt, who has ordered the sailors to leave her alone. "We will help you-Mr, Straus and leone It is the law of the women and children first come" said Major Butt.
 i No, Major; you do not understand. l remain with my husband-we are one, no matter what comes you do not under standn'
 See" she cried, as if to change the sub feet, "there is woman getting in the life boat with her baby; she has no wraps!' Mrs Straus tears off her fur-lined robe and places it tenderly around the woman and the innocenty sleeping babe. ! William T. Stead grim, hatless with fur rowed face, stands with an iron bar in his hand as lifeboat is lowered. Those men in the steerage, 1 fear, will make q rush they will swamp the boats" 1 Major Butt draws his revolver. He locks toward the crowded steerage. Then, as he puts his revolver back into his pocket smiles No, they know we will save their women and children as quickly as we will | our own" Stead losses the iron bar into the sea. He goes to the people crowding the afterdeck. They speak polyglot Ian guage They cry, they supplicate, they kiss one another in frenzied grief , John B. Thayer, George Widener, Henry Harris, Benjamin Guggenheim, Charles M. Hays, Mark Fortune MT. Straus, move among them and try to reassure them.
 There are other women besides Mrs S+rau> who will not leave their husbands. These women clasp each others hands. They look into each others eyes, they smile they un- derstand
 Mr Guggenheim and his secretary are in full dress. If we are going to call on Neptune, we will go dressed as gentlemen, they laughingly say.
 The ship is slowly settling by the head The forecastle is below the water. The decks are at a vicious angle The icy waters are full of struggling people,
 Those still on the ship climb up from deck to deck The dark waters follow them angry, jealous savage relentless. The deck, are almost perpendicular The people hang by the rails
 A terrific explosion occurs-the ships boilers have burst. The last lights go out ! The great iron monster slips, gIides, gently gldes, surely down down-down - into the sea.
 | Where once the great ship grandly tloated there Is now a mass of wreckage, the dead the struggles of the dying and the great black a.l-enfolding night. Overhead, the thousand stars shine with a brightness un- accustomed. They are not disturbed. They have beheld sights and scenes like these be fore What is the sinking of an "uEsink, able ship" when you have seen gallays ga lore go down to their death in a mass mass ornaments tossed like coclleshells and de st1oyed; nations wither and perish; cities cngulfed, and all the pride and pomp oi { circumstance laid low.
 1 The stars and the waves that mirror their loveliness, hug to their hearts the secrets ot million tragedies such as this. Wait anc tomorrow you shall look long and closely before you are able to detect trace ot where that thing called the Titanic once rolled the waters that parted at her gllGln: as she proudly plowed the deep.
 Four days, and four days only, she joyce and toyed with her title, Queen of the Sea- and then she played forfeit with il . O4LIt anu ICi
 An by the breath of the north wind anc his allies the rocks, the ice and the flashing rushing. angry ocean, man is not master oi this planet yer.
 The Strauses Stead, Astor, Butt Harris Thayer, Widener. Guggenheim, Hays thought I knew you, just because l hac seen you, realized somewhat of your able qualities, looked into your eyes and pressed your hands, but 1 did not guess your great ness
 You are now beyond the reach of praise -hattery touches you not-words for you are vain.
 MT and Mrs Straus, I envy you that legacy of love and loyalty left to your chll dren and grandchildren. The calm courage that .. was yours all your long and useful career was your possession in death, You knew how to do three great things you Knew how to live, how to love and how to die
 Archie Butt you were a newspaper man and soldier Everything you attempted you did gracefully and well. The gloss and glitter on your spangled uniform were pure gold I always suspected it. You tucked the ladies in the hfeboats as if they were going for an automobile ride. Give my regards to the folks at home," you gally called as you lifted your cap and stepped back on the doomed deck. You died the gallant gentleman that you were, You helped preserve the old English tradition, "Women and children first" All America is proud of you
 Guggenheim, Wdener and Harris, you were unfortunate in life in having more money than we had. That is why we wrote things about you, and printed them in black