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Show A GALLANT CAPTAIN'S DEATH. The name of brave Captain Doran. Master Mariner, Ma-riner, who went down with his ship, the Columbia, last month off the Mendocino coast of California, has gone around ihe world. The story of his courage cour-age and brave presence of mind has been already told in many tongues, and the last greeting he gave the world as the waters of the ocean closed about, him "Good-bye ! God bless you!" have passed many lips as a prayer. Captain Doran was a pew-holder pew-holder in St. Vincent de Paul's parish. San Francisco, Fran-cisco, where both he and his wife attended. When the Columbia received her death-blow, Captain Doran bravely mounted the bridge in order or-der the more quickly to direct the. work of rescue or save the steamer, if that were possible. He was an experienced navigator and well known all along ihe Pacific coast. For years, in sun and fog, he had carried his steamships in safety from port, to port, and no man knew Ihe rockv coast better than he. It took just seven minutes for ihe Columbia to sink out of sight after the San Pedro had cut into her hull. Yet in those seven minutes such good use did the brave and level-headed Captain Doran make of his time that 12 of the 24" souls on board were, saved. Inspired by the splendid example of Captain Doran. the crew of the Columbia went about their work in quieting the passengers and getting them into life rafts and boats, with wonderful calmness. Put the sea poured into the shattered hull with ominous swiftness. Through it all ihe captain stood upon the bridge and directed the work witli his strong, steady voice. He knew that his time had come, and had made up his mind to die on the bridge with his vessel, and to the last directed the work of saving his passengers. And this is the way the skipper of the Columbia died. As the waves began to wash the upper decks he was still shouting orders to his crew, and encouragement en-couragement to his passengers. When the waves began to lap about his feet Jie still clung to the rail, and with his foot firmly planted on the bridge he went down with his ship. Just before the ship gave the final lurch Captain Cap-tain Doran's voice was heard for the last time. It rang out like the notes of a clarion, ''Good-bye! God bless you all," he said. Captain Doran was only 50 years of age, a man in the prime of his life. What a man he was needs no telling his gallant death, a prayer and a blessing bless-ing on his lips, tells that story better than any words. Captain Doran was born in Kilkecl, county Down. Ireland. August 10, 18.17. A brother named Daniel, who resides in San Francisco, and whom he dearly loved, and two brothers in Ireland are among the members of (lie family who survive to mourn his loss. One of his brothers is captain of the Guide Major while still a third is first officer with him. A fourth brother, Captain Redmond Doran,' won distinction by beaching a revenue cutter in the Philippines, which was in a sinking condition, thereby saving several hundred lives. |