\ She Visits the P'S fi. DEJITJ1 Cuhaq Patriots MESSENGER, J. Li .iii at the Risk Mr. Maloney's of Jler Life. Lugubrious Jiorrors of the Occupation. Cabanos Prisoq ANNOUNCED TWENTY Where Hebel DEATPS IN A DAY. Leaders /Ire Shot. The City's Dismissed Death Havana, March 18..I looked from my Jierald Explains JIoW window this morning before the sun had risen. Pb Performed Jiis Across the bay the grimly beautiful Duties. towers of Castle Morro were outlined against the sky, a mass of exquisite color, The city has until recently employed a gray, white and yellow, the crimson and man known as the death messenger. The of from the high¬ office Is vacant just now for reasons which gold flag Spain floating have been made widely public, but it will est turret. Almost beneath my window a have to be filled again. sentry slouched along, his rifle across his But for the Investigation into the affairs arm. i of Bellevue Hospital few people would ^' have known that there existed so Suddenly, with a splendor which dazzled pic¬ turesquely named an official in this prosaic my eyes, the sun burst into view, turning city. The lord keeper of the great seal has the water to gold and touching the castle not a more dignified title than the death walls with the glory of flame. messenger, and certainly he has a much less one. If will consider the Just across the water, came the terrifying you then, matter you will perceive that there could sound of six rifle shots. The sounds were not be a more awful occupation than that slightly muffled, as though coming through of death messenger. walls of stone, but seemed to gain clear¬ John 'Maloney, the ex-death messenger, is not exactly a picturesque person. His ness as they reverberated across the bay. ap¬ pearance was never altogether in harmony The sentry stopped for a moment, looked with his grim oflice. He Is short, stout and over his shoulder, crossed himself, and rosy-cheeked, and has a thick, red mus¬ then walked on again. tache. There is nothing funereal about him at rare I back from the little except Intervals when he stepped balcony dwells on the recent conduct of the Com¬ wltfh a chill at my heart. The glory of the missioners of Charities and of the hews- dawn was gone. I seemed to see six men papers. pallid in the morning light, led out from A small undertaker's oflice in East Twen¬ ty-sixth street, immediately opposite the their cells in Morro, with chains upon their gates of Bellevue Hospital, bears the name hands. I saw them placed in a line against of Richard Maloney. This ltichard is the brother of John. It was chiefly for drum¬ the old gray wall and shot to death just ming up trade for this brother that John Maloney was dismissed by the Commis¬ as the day broke. sioners of Charities. He frankly acknowl¬ I had been told of these sounds that edges that he did seek this trade, and fur¬ thermore, that the business is his own and come over the bay each morning, but this not his brother's. It was oil -January 15, 1883, that John was the first time that I myself had heard Maloney was first appointed to the office of them. What else could mean but death messenger, at a salary of $300 a year. they The institutions he served were the City death? Hospital (then called the Charity), the Met¬ ropolitan Hospital, the Insane Asylum I saw General Weyler I had asked strpp-f- In Ms ""dsnnco I was driven In a spoke to you. But listen; sit down quietly (male and female), the Workhouse, the him what the shots meant, and he to a and hold mantilla across iace. Almshouse, the Penitentiary, the Infants' na(j volante to a French perfumer's, then your your Hospital and Bellevue. angrily denied that prisoners were shot florist's, and then to a cnfe. They do not understand English. Promise It may be imagined that Maloney broke rear door In I made me that will not mention name and the news to the widow or the at Morro. He had denied that Through d this place you my friend of fjots were my way to a back street, where I took an¬ I will speak to you. It is not for my life deceased with some ingenious terms of heard. Now I had heard language. That, he says, is an entirely *Qem for the other carriage and was driven to the house that I care, but for my poor wife and my falsle idea. All he did in nine cases out of first time. I wished tha* were there of the woman who kindly allowed me to children." ten was to deliver the following form, filled use her name and lent me her lace man¬ I sat down on a little stool which the in by the Warden of Bellevue: that I might confron; hlm with. the lie tilla. I also carried important letters from sentry had placed about four feet away which he had toI£ me> Secretary Olney to General Sanguilly, who from the cell door. He stood watching, di¬ Morro Castle nas jja(j a fascination for Is In the Cabanos Prison. rectly behind me. I was trembling and my that me ever sinc^ j baTe been here. Its pic¬ I started for the wharf then, feeling hands shook so that I could scarcely hold Belleyue Hospital. I was having a good joke on the Captaln- the lace scarf I wore about my head. I turesque is like a glorious poem. ueauty Genoral. When I got back, two hours feared that I would betray myself. New York, 189 Its ig a delight to the eye. I have later, I was a tottering wreck, with an "Are you sure he does not understand?" Plccured the beautiful flag of America ugly mark on the shoulder of my frock, I asked. Dear which was made by the sentry's machete. I stool close to the but from its tower Instead of the ugly drew the ,up door, It i8 with great Re¬ floating PASSING THE SENTRIES. the motioned me I did not banner of prisoner away. that I have to you the Spain. I went over the in one of the little understand. Then I felt the machete on gret inform of At when the electric bay night, great light covered boats waiting at the dock, and, as my shoulder and heard the sentry tell me death of at this a ball of fire from its shines like top, boatman I noticed another to move back. I the pushed off, roughly Institution at making the stars seem pale beside it, boat shoot out from the shore below. I SHOT TO DEATH AT SUNRISE. have looked over at this rocky prison and watched it anxiously, for I half expected "It is the rule," said the prisoner. "You Please inform me of your inten- thought of the men behind those awful that the polite Spanish officer at the hotel are not allowed any nearer. You see us lions as to burial. walls, for whom another day would never might yet be on my track. here," he said. "To-morrow we do not Your8 respectfully, dawn. But the boat turned off to one of the know that we shall be alive. Every The sentry's cry has broken my reveries, steamers lying at anchor, and I breathed night they take men out of the cells Where the Cuban Patriots Are Shot at as it passed from one man to the other more freely. As we drew near the opposite here who never return. As you go Secretly Night. Warden. ' a wild around the bay and ended in Span¬ shore I saw a company of blue-coated down the hill on your way out observe a have broken the law to enter here, and you whose death they falsely report every week ICE KNOWN. as the last man that down the hill In un¬ QUEEREST ish whoop signifies soldiers coming their place in the wall where there is a sort of have likewise disobeyed an order of the or so. all is well: even style. My heart stood still for a mo¬ alcove. It is there that they shoot us. General's. Under martial law, which> Ha¬ The General laughed at my disguise. It Will Not Melt, Can Be Made Cheaply "Sentinel . A.ler.to!" Sen-ti-nel . ment, but, as we came near, I saw that take us out chained the wrists, "You look as much like a Cuban woman I They by vana is under to-day, you can be shot down and Easily, and Insures Skating Alert.o!" they had four chained prisoners with them. and then.in the the bodies are car¬ hate as I do!" he said. "But It Is not hard to night for that without a trial. They the as talk as I General for I landed in the face of them, but I can the Year Round. "I did it with little possible,'* When asked Weyler per¬ right ried out in a boat and dropped into the American reporters." fool them. A little American woman said Maloney, very sensibly to a Sunday to visit Morro and the Cabanos my head and drew the mantilla about a mission hung bay. He introduced me to two other men who come here into, their fortress. It is good The devotees of the invigorating sport of J[ournal reporter.