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Show (s-cy--------------. I HISTORICAL I I DEPARTMENT, f r---------------' NEW BOOK ON" SEA FIGHT AND SANTIAGO VICTORY. CHICAGO, Jan. 12. A book entitled "Schley and Santiago" is on the press in this city and will be bound within ten days. The author is George E. Graham, a war correspondent, who was on the Brooklyn during the tight with the Spanish fleet, and thus is in a position to tell the story of Santiago "without fear or favor." The book is said to have the unqualified unqual-ified indorsement of Rear Admiral Schley, who read and corrected the Ttmnf chaAto - T -1 T . : J , . t- velt was governor of New York he was present when Mr. Graham gave an account of the battle to state officials of-ficials and members of the legislature. Roosevelt said then: "I am sure you feel as pleased at having listened to "Mr. Graham as I do, for I have listened to the best account ac-count I have ever heard or read of the naval fighting during this war." This book is the first and only complete com-plete story of the work of the flying squadron, commanded by Schley. Mr. Graham was assisted by his camera, which enabled him to add many interesting inter-esting situations, and . the description he gives of the movements of the . fleet and the battle is evidently sincere. It is free of virulent and personal attacks; at-tacks; the aim is to give a truthful statement of every occurrence. In connection with the arrival of the New York, Mr. Graham says: "The commodore reached over to me, took my glasses, and looked searching-ly searching-ly to the east, saying slowly as he did so, 'There is the Texas, and there is the Vixen, but I don't see the New York.' And then, as he kept the glasses up, in an instant he had evidently found her, for he remarked: " 'Yes, there she Is. I can tell her by her smoke. "This was at 1:45 o'clock, and the Colon had gone ashore at 1:15, while Captain Cook had received the surrender sur-render at 1:43. At 2 o'clock, just as the New York got where we considered her in signal distance, Commodore Schley ordered the signal raised: " 'A glorious victory has been achieved. Details later.' "This signal replaced the one which we had been flying for nearly three- quarters 01 an nour; " 'The enemy has surrendered,' and which the New York had not answered. "Vainly the signal officers on the bridge watched the New York for even the courtesy of an answering pennant showing that they understood our signal. sig-nal. None was displayed and then it apparently dawned upon Commodore Schley's mind that Sampson's flag captain cap-tain on the New York was probably intent upon ignoring him. "Picking up the megaphone. Commodore Commo-dore Sqhley did the one thing that day for which I have always criticised him. He lowered his dignity sufficiently to plead with .the commander of the fleet that he might have surrender of the ship whose escape had been frustrated by the Brooklyn and the Oregon, thus making complete the day's victory. " 'I request the honor of the surrender sur-render of the Cristobal Colon,' he said in a clear, distinct voice; and from the commander-in-chief's flagship came wafted back the insolent answer from a cadet, 'What?' "'I request the honor of the surrender sur-render of the Colon,' again called the commodore, and this time his voice trembled slightly. "We watched the bridge of the New-York New-York closely, waited intently for an answer, an-swer, but none came. And that message, mes-sage, as had all the other preceding it since the destruction of the Spanish fleet, which had been addressed . by Schley to the New York, remained unanswered. un-answered. "Somebody raised a broom at our masthead on one of the pennant halyards hal-yards and the crew of the Oregon followed fol-lowed suit and then gave three cheers for Commodore Schley. . On the Texas the men all lined up on the forward deck and at the request of somebody aboard I presume of Philip himself gave three cheers for Commodore Schley. "The little Vixen circled around three or four limes tier crew veiling them selves hoarse for the Brooklyn, for Schley and for the victory. But from the New York there came never a sound of joyfulness and never a cheer." JUST PURE LUCK. : Some of the Good Luck Stories From the Texas Oil District. Everybody knows of the feverish oil boom that struck" Texas when the famous fa-mous Spindle Top wells began to gush forth their precious streams, but the most interesting "good luck" stories of all center around some of the non-participants in the keen struggle between speculators spec-ulators and capitalists. Some of the best of these true little romances ro-mances of fortune are reproduced from the Saturday Evening Post of. Philadelphia Philadel-phia by the courtesy of that publication: -5 -3 On Spindle Top heights there were two men living at the time oil was discovered, and they, oddly enough, were the only two who owned property there except capitalists or the Gladys City company. One of these two. Charles Ingalls. had gone out from Beaumont to run a truck farm and alternate work there with work in town. He eared nothing that Gladvs Citv had been laid out on the other side of the hill, across the pufclie road that runs along the height. Ho had no thought except of a quiet life. So he carpentered a little in town and spaded a little on his bare lot and milked his cow. When the first gusher stream uprose up-rose and remained for days unchecked. ; the wind at times swept an oily shower over his dwelling and he was sorely angered. an-gered. With much held he declared that he must have damages: the. oil was drenching his house, spoiling the paint, making his life miserable But he was curtly interrupted. " hat will vou sell your whole place for?" -t-;-. incite knew that oil makes for tunes, but of what an oil fortune consists con-sists he had but n faint idea. The boom had not begun. Nor did he know that beneath his own property there was any oil. But he determined to place the figure fig-ure high. ei. . . , "Two thousand dollars! he said, and feared that he had overshot the mark. VfV ? Instead, his offer was instantly accepted, ac-cepted, and he went joyfully to tell his wife. But Mrs. Ingalls was dubious. She knew that this was a fortune to them, but she felt that the. very readiness to pav it meant that more might have been secured. And when they came with iiic deed for the husband and wife to sign she refused to put down her name. They questioned her, and found that she must have something for herself. "How much?" And she demanded an additional addition-al J2.00P. . And the $4,000 was paid, and the couple moved triumphantly to town and took 11. little house. And both are content and philosophical they realize that $1,000 is a vastly larger sum than they could ever have dreamed of receiving for their seven and three-quarters acres. . There was a widow, not very far away, and this widow, sold, it being in the early days and she not having awak- j ' ' ;-v ened to the' values, for $2."0. And when ! she learned what she had missed she was almost crazy from- disappointment. She had sold for so pitifully little! And when another speculator came along, fevered and anxious, she sold to him for $2,000! " Womanlike, she wanted to get what she deemed her due and then ensued en-sued complications when two rival companies com-panies essayed to take the ground. j In the immediate outskirts of Beaumont Beau-mont there were numerous poor aeoale, living almost from hand to mouth; owning, own-ing, indeed, little patches of their own. but deeming them of no value, and earning earn-ing their living by digging and laboring for others, either . in town or elsewhere. One of these, a negro, sold his patch for $1,700. He could neither read nor 'write and could not believe the tremendous fact of his riches till the cash was actually ac-tually in his hands. Dazed, he wandered wan-dered back and forth, waving his money in the faces of people who were themselves them-selves too excited to notice him. "Glory, Glory!" That was all he could say. The blind wonder of it all was too great for understanding. Then there was a little Italian colony of four or five families, whose members all sold early and at what were low prices compared with what most land owners got, but which were dreams of riches to them. And in that colony i.ierc was feasting and rejoicing. The names of all the saints in the Italian calendar were devoutly iterated over and over again. The colony rioted in blues and reds and greens as to raiment, and two of the men. Pedzo and Santuzzi. hastened back to Italy to spread the good news of the unspeakable wealth of Texas, where land that had cost but a few dollars could te sold for as much as $400. And those remaining re-maining hoe the fields patiently, with one eye on the ground and the other on Spindle Top. hoping for another windfall to come. For each has bought another little tract wondering somewhat at the lowness of price because of not understanding under-standing how' "dusters" have pricked bubbles thereabouts. $$ 4 One man, named Campbell, owned a large farm on which he found It difficult to pay hundreds and fifties and twenties, twen-ties, came to a five. Ha stared at it for a moment impatiently, then pulled it from the roll and tossed it on the sidewalk. side-walk. "What are" you doing here?" he cried. A bookkeeper, living in Chicago, was one of the' fortunate holders of land. He bought a few acres adjoining the farm of a cousin on that cousin's representation representa-tion that Beaumont was sure to grow and make suburban property valuable. The oil excitement came and the bookkeeper, book-keeper, with Chicago enterprise, sold for $8,000.. The cousin hesitated and considered consid-ered the "dusters'' came and he holds his land. . tl A railroad master mechanic who had his home in Beaumont, but who had been shifted by the railroad to another station, sta-tion, had been buying property upon which he could end his years in a rice-farm rice-farm life. He was tired of being ordered away from his home to one place or another. an-other. The oil came, and he was offered $400,000 for his holdings. He refused it, however, and instead formed a stock company. com-pany. A man oddly fortunate on a large scale is a real estate dealer who in the course of his business had acquired title to a number of parcels of land, all highly mortgaged, and therefore of no real value. When the first gusher was struck he was in the north and received urgent telegrams tele-grams in regard to selling his holdings. He did not reply, but quietly hurried back to Beaumont only to find that several sev-eral of the parcels were close to Spindle Top. He is now -a millionaire. p . Song is alwajft an indication and evidence evi-dence of great civic excitement, and a sort of rhythmic monotone is chanted very slowly by those whose feelings call for vocal expression: UIl. till, 011, . I wish I had a well; Oil, oil, oil. Oh, then I'd want to sell! Oil; oil;: oil-Ill oil-Ill tell you what I'd do wish 1 had an oil well, Or two two two. |