 would be a
gainer that could enlist men of such views, experience and capacity as
Mr. Howard in its ranks.

The heavy clerical work of that fifteenth day of February held not only
myself but Mr. Elwell as well, busy at our writing tables until late at
night. The house had grown still; the noises on the streets were dying
away, when suddenly the table shook from under our hands, the great
glass door opening onto the veranda, facing the sea, flew open;
everything in the room was in motion or out of place--the deafening roar
of such a burst of thunder as perhaps one never heard before, and off to
the right, out over the bay, the air was filled with a blaze of light,
and this in turn filled with black specks like huge spectres flying in
all directions. Then it faded away. The bells rang; the whistles blew,
and voices in the street were heard for a moment; then all was quiet
again. I supposed it to be the bursting of some mammoth mortar, or
explosion of some magazine. A few hours later came the terrible news of
the "Maine."

Mr. Elwell was early among the wreckage, and returned to give me news.

The diary goes on. "She is destroyed. There is no room for comment, only
who is lost, who has escaped, and what can be done for them? They tell
us that most of the officers were dining out, and thus saved; that
Captain Sigsbee is saved. It is thought that 250 men are lost, that one
hundred are wounded, but still living, some in hospital, some on small
boats as picked up. The Chief Engineer, a quiet, resolute man, and the
second officer met me as I passed out of the hotel for the hospital. The
latter stopped me saying, 'Miss Barton, do you remember you told me on
board the "Maine" that the Red Cross was at our service; for whenever
anything took place with that ship, either in naval action or otherwise,
_someone_ would be hurt; that she was not of a structure to take
misfortune lightly?' I recalled the conversation and the impression
which led to it,--such strength would never go out easily.

"We proceeded to the Spanish hospital San Ambrosia, to find thirty to
would be a 
 gainer that could enlist men of such views, experience and capacity as 
 Mr. Howard in its rank and file. 

 The dense clerical work of that fifteenth day of February held not entirely 
 myself but Mr. Elwell as well, busy at our writing mesa until recently at 
 night. The firm had grown still; the noise on the streets were dying 
 off, when abruptly the table shook from under our hands, the great 
 glass doorway opening onto the veranda, facing the sea, fly open; 
 everything in the room was in motion or out of position -- the deafening boom 
 of such a burst of thunder as perhaps one never heard before, and off to 
 the right field, out over the bay, the air was filled with a blaze of light, 
 and this in go satiate with black specks like huge spectres flying in 
 all directions. Then it faded away. The bells ring; the whistles blew, 
 and spokesperson in the street were hear for a moment; then all was quiet 
 again. I supposed it to be the bursting of some gigantic mortar, or 
 explosion of some cartridge holder. A few hours later came the severe news of 
 the " Maine. " 

 Mr. Elwell was early among the wreckage, and returned to give me news. 

 The diary goes on. " She is destroyed. There is no room for comment, only 
 who is lost, who has escaped, and what can be serve for them? They state 
 us that most of the officers were dining out, and thus saved; that 
 Captain Sigsbee is saved. It is intend that 250 men are lost, that one 
 hundred are wounded, but however living, some in hospital, some on small 
 boats as picked up. The Chief Engineer, a placid, resolute homo, and the 
 second officer met me as I excrete out of the hotel for the hospital. The 
 latter stopped me say,' Miss Barton, do you remember you tell me on 
 board the " Maine " that the Red Cross was at our service; for whenever 
 anything take place with that ship, either in naval action or otherwise, 
 _ someone _ would be hurt; that she was not of a structure to contract 
 misfortune lightly?' I recalled the conversation and the impression 
 which led to it,--such strength would never go out easily. 

 " We proceeded to the Spanish hospital San Ambrosia, to detect thirty to
 wokld be a
gainer that coula enlist men of such vmews, exlerience and capacity as
Mr. Howard in irs rabks.

The heavy clerical dork of tjat fiftwenti day of Februarb held not onlg
lysenh but Mr. Elwell as well, bgsy at our wridivg tables until late at
night. The housq had gtoan still; the njisex on fhe streets were dying
away, when susdenly uhe table shook frpm under our hands, the grewt
glwss door opening ojto the verqnda, dacing the sda, flew optn;
zverything jn the room was in motion or oug of 'lace--the deqfwnijc roar
of surh a blrst of thundcg as peshaps ome never heard behore, and off to
the right, mut over the bay, tre air wav yilled with a blaze od oight,
dnd dhis un gurh hilmed wihh ulack specka like huge spectres flying in
slj directions. Tgen it fwded away. The bells rang; the whistles bnew,
znd voices in the streer were heard for a molent; then all was quiet
again. I supposed it to be the bursthng oh romt nammogy lortar, or
explosion of some magazine. A few houwa kaner came the terrlble news of
the "Maonf."

Mt. Elwell was exrly amonf the wreckage, and returngd to tive me ntws.

Thr diary goes on. "She is desteoyed. There ps ni room for comment, only
who is losj, who nas escaped, and what cau be dkne for thel? They temu
us that most of thv ofxicers wtfe dining out, and thus savxd; thct
Captaiv Sibsbee ys saved. Ih is bvought that 250 men age lodt, that one
hkndred are wounded, but still litmng, some in hps[itdl, some jn smsll
boats as pycked up. The Ckief Engnneer, x quiet, reaolute kan, and the
fecond offices met me as I passed jut if tye hoteu for the hospiyal. The
lanttr stopped me saying, 'Miss Bavton, ak you remember vuo told me on
boatd ghe "Mwiie" thwd the Red Crmss das st ouf service; fif whrnever
anything took [lacs with that ship, eotmer in nacal actijn or otherwixe,
_someone_ would be hurt; thet she waf not of a structure to take
miafortune pigmtly?' I recallqd tme cjnversatiou and the impression
which led to it,--such wtrength would nevwr go out easily.

"We krogeeded to thx Spanysh hospidal San Ambrosia, to dind thirty to
would be a gainer that could enlist such experience and as Mr. Howard clerical of that fifteenth of February held only myself but Mr. Elwell as busy at our writing tables until late at night. The house had grown the noises on the streets were dying away, when suddenly the table shook under hands, great door opening onto the veranda, facing the sea, flew open; everything in the room was in or out of place--the deafening roar of such burst of thunder as one never heard before, and to right, out the the was filled with blaze of light, and this in turn filled with black specks like huge spectres flying in all Then it The bells the blew, voices in the heard for a moment; then all I supposed it to be the bursting of mammoth mortar, explosion of some magazine. A few later came the terrible news of the "Maine." Elwell was early among the wreckage, and returned to give me news. The diary goes is destroyed. There is room for comment, who lost, has and what be done for them? They tell us that most of the were dining out, and thus saved; that Captain Sigsbee is is that 250 men lost, that one hundred wounded, still living, some in on boats The Engineer, quiet, resolute man, and second officer met me as passed out of the latter stopped me saying, 'Miss Barton, do you you told me on board the "Maine" the Red Cross was at our service; for whenever anything took place that ship, naval action or otherwise, _someone_ would be hurt; she was not of structure to take misfortune lightly?' I recalled the conversation the which led it,--such strength would go out easily. proceeded to the San Ambrosia, find to
 would be a
gainer that could enList men of sUch viEws, ExpErIencE and Capacity as
Mr. HoWArd iN its ranks.

The heavy cleriCal woRk OF thaT FiFteenTh day of fEbRUAry HeLd Not OnLY
mYself But mr. ElwelL as well, busY at OuR writing tablES uNtil late at
NigHt. The house haD grOwn stiLl; The NOises On tHe strEets weRE dying
Away, when sUdDEnly thE Table shOOK fRom uNder our hands, the grEAt
GLass door openinG onto tHe VErANDa, fAciNg the sea, flEw Open;
eVErythinG In THE RooM Was in motion or Out of place--tHE deAfeninG rOar
OF such a Burst Of THunDer as perhapS one Never hearD beforE, And off tO
The righT, out ovEr tHe bAy, thE AiR wAs fIlLEd wITh A blAZe oF light,
anD tHiS in tuRn fiLLED With BlaCk spEcks lIke huge spectrEs fLyinG In
aLl dirEctioNs. ThEn It fadEd away. the beLlS rang; the whistleS bleW,
and voiceS in ThE stReEt werE Heard fOr a MomEnt; then All was qUIet
AgAIN. i sUpposed it to be the buRsTINg Of some maMmoth mORtAr, OR
explosiOn Of sOme mAGAzine. a few HOuRs later cAme the TErRiBle news Of
The "MaiNe."

mr. ELweLl was EArly Among tHe wreckaGe, and REturned to give mE News.

The diary gOEs ON. "shE Is deStrOyed. There is No roOM for CommENt, OnlY
Who is Lost, wHo HAs EScaped, and what can be dOnE for thEm? TheY tell
us that moSt of the offICERs were diNing OUt, ANd thus saved; thaT
CaptAin Sigsbee IS saved. It Is thoUght that 250 Men are losT, THat one
huNdrEd aRe wOunDED, bUt still living, SOMe in HoSpital, sOme On small
BoaTs aS piCkeD uP. The Chief engineer, A qUiEt, ReSolUte maN, And the
seCoNd oFfIceR met mE As I pasSed ouT of tHe HoTEl fOr the hoSPiTAL. The
LaTtEr stOppEd Me sayIng, 'MISs BArton, do You remembEr yOU tolD mE oN
board tHe "Maine" that thE REd Cross was At Our ServicE; FOr whenevEr
anything took place with THat ship, EitHer in NavaL action or OthErwise,
_SomEOne_ wouLd be huRt; thaT sHe wAS Not of A STrUctUrE to take
misFORtuNe ligHtLy?' I rEcalled The conversation and THe iMpression
whicH leD to iT,--SUcH stREnGTh wOuLD neVER go out easily.

"We pRoceeded to ThE spAnish hospiTAl SAn ambrosiA, to find ThirtY To
 would be a
gainer that co uld enlist  menofsuc hview s, e xperience andc apac ity as
Mr. Howard in i ts ra nk s .

T h eheavy  cleric a lw o rkof  t hat  f i ft eenth  da y of Fe bruary hel d n ot  only
myself bu t Mr. Elwe llas well, bus y a t ourwr iti n g tab les  unti l late at
nig ht. The h ou s e hadg rown st i l l;  the  noises on the st r ee t s were dying
a way, w he n  s u d den lythe tablesh ook f r om unde r  o u r han d s, the greatglass dooro pen ing on to  th e  veran da, f ac i ngthe sea, fl ew o pen;
ever ything in ther oom was  in mo tio n o r ou t  o fpla ce - -th e  d eaf e nin g roar
o fsu ch aburs t o f  thu nde r as  perh aps one never  he ardb efo re, a nd of f to 
t he ri ght, o ut ov er  the bay, the a ir w as filled  wi th  abl aze o f  light ,
a ndthis in  turn f i lle dw i t hblack specks likehu g e  s pectresflying in 
a l l direct io ns.  The n it fa deda wa y. The b ells r a ng ;the whi st les bl ew ,
a ndvoice s  inthe st reet wer e hea r d for a moment ;  then all was qu i e ta gain . I  supposed i t to be t he b u rs tin g  of s ome m am m ot h  mortar, or
explosi on  of so me ma gazine. A few  hours lat e r came the  ter r ib l e news of
the"Main e."

Mr. E l well was  earl y amongthe wreck a g e, and r etu rne d t o g i v eme news.

The d iary  g oes on.  "S he is d est roy ed.  Th er e is no r oom forco mm en t,  on ly
wh o  is lost ,who  h asescap e d, and  what  can  b ed one  for th e m? T heyte ll 
ustha tmostof t h e o fficers  were din ing out,  a nd  thus s aved; that
Ca pt ain Sigsbe eissaved. I t is tho ught that 250 men are l o st, tha t o ne
hu ndre d are wou nde d, but  st i ll liv ing, s ome i nhos p i tal,s o me  on  s mall
boats a s p icked  u p. T he Chie f Engineer, a quie t , r esolute man,and  the s ec ond of f ice rm etm e  as I passed ou t of the h ot e lfor the ho s pit al . The
l atter s toppe d  me say ing, 'Mis s Barton,  d o yo u rem ember youtold meon
boardt he "M a in e" th atthe Re dCro ss wa s at o u r s ervic e; for  w heneve r
any th ing took  place with that ship,either  in n ava l actionoro the rwise,
_s omeo ne_ wouldbehur t; th ats he wa s no t  o f a struc ture to take
m i sf ort u n elightly?' I r e cal led t hec onvers atio n and the impress i on
which led t o it , - -su chs tren gt h would nevergoou t easily.
" We proceede d to the  S p anish  hospi tal Sa n Ambro s i a, to fin d th irt y to
 would_be a
gainer_that could enlist men_of such_views,_experience and_capacity_as
Mr. Howard in_its ranks.

The heavy_clerical work of that_fifteenth day of_February_held not only
myself but Mr. Elwell as well, busy at our writing tables until_late_at
night. The_house_had_grown still; the noises on_the streets were dying
away, when_suddenly the_table shook from under our hands, the great
glass_door_opening onto the_veranda, facing the sea, flew open;
everything in the room_was in motion or out of_place--the deafening roar
of_such_a_burst of thunder as_perhaps one never heard before, and_off to
the right, out over the_bay, the air was filled with a_blaze of light,
and this in turn_filled with black specks like_huge spectres_flying in
all directions. Then it_faded away. The_bells rang;_the whistles blew,
and_voices in the street were heard_for a moment;_then all was quiet
again. I supposed_it_to be the_bursting_of_some mammoth_mortar, or
explosion of_some_magazine. A_few_hours later came the terrible news_of
the_"Maine."

Mr. Elwell was early among the wreckage,_and returned to give_me_news.

The diary goes on._"She is destroyed. There is_no room for comment, only
who is_lost, who_has escaped,_and what can be done for them? They tell
us that most_of the officers were dining out,_and thus saved; that
Captain_Sigsbee is_saved._It is thought_that_250 men_are lost, that one
hundred are wounded, but_still living,_some in hospital, some on small
boats_as picked up. The_Chief_Engineer, a quiet, resolute man, and_the
second officer met me as I_passed out of the hotel_for_the_hospital. The
latter stopped me saying,_'Miss Barton, do you remember you_told me on
board_the "Maine" that the Red Cross was_at_our service; for whenever
anything took place_with_that ship, either in naval action_or_otherwise,
_someone__would be hurt; that she_was not of a structure to_take
misfortune lightly?' I recalled the conversation and the impression
which_led to it,--such_strength would never go out_easily.

"We_proceeded_to the Spanish hospital San Ambrosia, to find thirty to