ey, by every token of likelihood,
have become a part of the tragedy. The honored--must I say the
lamented--Stead, the adroit Jacques Futrelle, what might they not tell
were their hands able to hold pencil?

"The silence of the Carpathia's engines, the piercing cold, the clamor
of many voices in the companionways, caused me to dress hurriedly
and awaken my wife, at 5.40 A. M. Monday. Our stewardess, meeting me
outside, pointed to a wailing host in the rear dining room and said.
'From the Titanic. She's at the bottom of the ocean.'

"At the ship's side, a moment later, I saw the last of the line of boats
discharge their loads, and saw women, some with cheap shawls about their
heads, some with the costliest of fur cloaks, ascending the ship's side.
And such joy as the first sight of our ship may have given them
had disappeared from their faces, and there were tears and signs of
faltering as the women were helped up the ladders or hoisted aboard in
swings. For lack of room to put them, several of the Titanic's boats,
after unloading, were set adrift.

"At our north was a broad ice field, the length of hundreds of
Carpathias. Around us on other sides were sharp and glistening peaks.
One black berg, seen about 10 A. M., was said to be that which sunk the
Titanic."

CHAPTER XIV. THRILLING ACCOUNT BY L. BEASLEY

COLLISION ONLY A SLIGHT JAR--PASSENGERS COULD NOT BELIEVE THE VESSEL
DOOMED--NARROW ESCAPE OF LIFE-BOATS--PICKED UP BY THE CARPATHIA

AMONG the most connected and interesting stories related by the
survivors was the one told by L. Beasley, of Cambridge, England. He
said:

"The voyage from Queenstown had been quite uneventful; very fine weather
was experienced, and the sea was quite calm. The wind had been westerly
to southwesterly the whole way, but very cold, particularly the last
day; in fact after dinner on Saturday evening it was almost too cold to
be out on deck at all.

ONLY A SLIGHT JAR

"I had been in my berth for about ten minutes, when, at about 11.15
P. M., I felt a slight jar, and then soon after a second one, but not
sufficiently violent to cause any anxiety to anyone, however nervous
they may have been. However, the engines stopped immediately afterward,
and my first, thought was, 'She has lost a propeller.'

"I went up on the top (boat) deck in a dressing gown, and found only
a few persons there, who had come up similarly to inquire why we had
stopped, but there was no sort of anxiety in