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[D?] Mar 7 1903

SUPT. FALCONER CAUSES SURPRISE BY RESIGNING — Head of Bureau of Parks Will Become Superintendent of Allegheny Cemetery. — WILL STAY TO PREPARE EASTER FLOWER SHOW — Work in Such Shape That Schenley Park Can Be Finished Within One Year. — HE IS NOT A POLITICIAN — William Falconer, Superintendent of the Bureau of Parks, tendered his resignation to Director McCandless yesterday. Of all the city employes Superintendent Falconer was almost the only one who was not a politician. He had been retained through all the changes that have occurred. He will become superintendent of the Allegheny Cemetery May 1. Other resignations yesterday were: Marshall McClain, assistant to Superintendent Falconer; John Battles, Superintendent of the Bureau of Highways and Sewers, and John Flinn, Assistant Superintendent of the Bureau of Highways and Sewers. The resignation of Joseph Woods, chief clerk of the Board of Viewers, has been in the hands of Director McCandless for a month.

The resignation of Superintendent Falconer came as a surprise, even to Director McCandless. The Director sent for all the men and asked them to stay until he left office, and they promised to do so. Superintendent Falconer is willing to stay to prepare the Easter flower show, and as long as possible after that. He desires to visit cemeteries throughout the country and secure pointers for making Allegheny still more beautiful.

It is understood that Superintendent Falconer will better his position in a financial way by leaving the employ of the city and that is his only reason. He has left the work in the parks in such shape that another year will complete it and make them as fine as any in the country. In speaking of his resignation last night Superintendent Falconer said:

Will Prepare Flower Show. "I decided to present my resignation at the present time in order that the incoming administration would not be embarrassed in any way in choosing my successor. There is no politics in the matter. I never mingled in politics and never met Recorder Brown to speak to him more than two or three times. I never attended a political meeting. I do not believe that I ever saw Mr. Hays. All my dealings were directly with the Director. Although my resignation will take effect as soon as Recorder McCandless leaves his office I am willing to remain longer if Mr. Bigelow requests me to do so. If he desires I will stay and prepare the Easter flower show.

"Now, don't ask me what I have done since I came to Pittsburg to improve the parks. The credit belongs to Mr. Bigelow. He did it all. I was merely a workman who did his part. Under Director McCandless my relations have always been pleasant. But I give the credit to Mr. Bigelow for the building of Pittsburg's parks. He has the energy, the ideas and the stamina to push the work. The work in Schenley park is in such shape that it can be finished in a year. The grading has all been done, tens of thousands of trees have been planted and are growing finely, and it only remains to ornament the grounds.

Work Is Almost Finished. "The shelter houses are under way, the foundations being up, and many other improvements are also under way. I have been treated very kindly by Pittsburg and its people and now that I am leaving I wish to express my gratitude."

Superintendent Falconer came to Pittsburg under peculiar circumstances. The late A.W. Bennett was his predecessor. Before he died he told Director Bigelow of Superintendent Falconer and already gained a world-wide reputation. It was necessary to have Councils pass a resolution allowing his appointment, as he was not a resident of the city. The resolution passed unanimously. Mr. Falconer came to Pittsburg in 1896 as Super-

intendent of Schenley Park and the small parks about the city. When the Bureau of Parks was established two years ago he was made superintendent. He has made the Pittsburg parks famous all over the country. The flower shows have become famous all over the world and foreign journals have commented on them most favorably.

Graduate of Kew Gardens. After graduating from the Royal Botanical Gardens, better known as the Kew Gardens, London, Superintendent Falconer spent several years in Texas. Here he met Professor Sargent of Harvard University, who induced him to take the position of Superintendent of Botanical Gardens at Harvard. He remained there 7 1/2 years and then took charge of Charles A. Dana's estates, remaining 12 1/2 years, after which he came to Pittsburg.

Superintendent Falconer will succeed John Perring, who retires after being Superintendent of the Allegheny Cemetery for almost 30 years. He will occupy the old Shoenberger mansion after he accepts the new position.

[D?] A Unique Official. News of the resignation of Superintendent Falconer of the Bureau of Parks will be received with regret by the community, which has formed a high estimate of his value as a public official during his seven years' service in Pittsburg. Mr. Falconer was unique among municipal officials in that he was not a politican, that he did not owe his position to political influence and held it solely by conspicuous demonstration of superior qualification for the work entrusted to him. How much of the credit for the beautifying of the public pleasure grounds is due to him the people have judged for themselves. What he has done for floriculture in Pittsburg is familiar to the thousands who have thronged to the Easter exhibition and the chrysanthemum show.

The lesson of his record is of timely interest just now, when an administration under which appointments are to be made solely for competency is entering office. Fulfilled to the letter this would give to the city officials in every position as well qualified and as conscientious in the performance of public duty as Mr. Falconer has proved himself to be. But to secure that muchto-be-desired result it will be necessary to pursue the same policy which led to his selection. The supreme test must be fitness, not politics.

Gazette Mar 17 1903 RESIGNATION OF FIVE CITY EMPLOYES — Falconer Leaves Park Bureau to Go to Allegheny Cemetery. — BATTLES ALSO QUITS — WILLIAM FALCONER, superintendent of bureau of parks. JOHN BATTLES, superintendent of the bureau of highways and sewers. JOHN FLINN, assistant superintendent of the bureau of highways and sewers. MARSHALL McCLAIN, assistant superintendent of Schenley park. JOSEPH WOODS, chief clerk in the bureau of viewers.

The above five employes of the city have handed in their resignations, to take effect when Director J. Guy McCandless of the department of public works retires from office.

William Falconer is one of the leading horticulturists in the country, and resigned to accept the position of superintendent of the Allegheny cemetery. He is to enter upon his new duties the first of May.

Superintendent Falconer said last night that his resignation is not due to politics. His new position will be more remunerative than his present one, which pays $3,000 a year.

Mr. Falconer stated that he had fixed his resignation to take effect simultaneously with the retirement of Director McCandless because he wished to leave the incoming administration free to appoint his successor before April 6.

"There has been no disagreement with E.M. Bigelow," said Mr. Falconer. "I am willing, if Mr. Bigelow wishes, to remain and attend to the Easter show. Mr. Bigelow and I are still the best of friends, and I regard him as the best man in the city for the position of director of the public works department."

BROUGHT HERE BY BIGELOW. Mr. Falconer has been in the city service, first as superintendent of Schenley park and later as superintendent of all the city parks, since 1896. Under his administration there has been a remarkable improvement in the public pleasure grounds of the city.

E.M. Bigelow was instrumental in bringing Mr. Falconer to Pittsburgh. For twelve and a half years previous to coming to Pittsburgh Mr. Falconer was superintendent of the estate of Editor Charles A. Dana, in New York, and for seven and a half years prior to entering Mr. Dana's service he was superintendent of the botanical gardens of Harvard university.

Mr. Falconer is a native of Scotland. He is a close friend of William R. Smith, superintendent of the United States botanical gardens at Washington, D.C., who is also a Scotchman. Mr. Falconer is a graudate of the Royal Botanical gardens at Kew, near London, which belong to the British government. He graduated from the Kew gardens in 1872.

He is a member of a large number of botanical societies of the country and also the American Association for the Advancement of Science, of which he is the oldest member of Pittsburgh. He is president of the Florists club of Pittsburgh and Allegheny, of the Botanical Society of Western Pennsylvania, a life member of the New York Florists club, a life member of the Massachusetts Horticultural society and a member of the American Pomological society.

As superintendent of the Allegheny cemetery Mr. Falconer succeeded John Perring, who retired on a liberal pension after a service of between 25 and 30 years. Mr. Falconer succeeded A.W. Bennet at Schenley park, who was appointed by Director Bigelow to the position upon Mr. Falconer's recommendation.

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TUESDAY EVENING, MARCH 17, 1903.

WEATHER INDICATIONS. — Cloudy to-night and Wednesday; probably occasional rains; light variable winds mostly southeast. — At yesterday's meeting of the chamber of commerce it was arranged that the street railway committee of that body should join hands with the special commission on improvement of the street railway service which was appointed by the late city recorder and that the campaign for better transportation facilities should be pushed with more vigor than ever. The work thus far done by the municipal commission has not been in vain. Many of its recommendations have been adopted and the street railway corporation has shown entire willingness to listen to the counsel given by the commission and to act in conformity therewith wherever such action is immediately feasible. The fact remains, however, that, while distinct improvement has been made, the railway service is still in woful condition, the accommodations furnished being wretchedly inadequate to the public demand. The traction corporation, to being with, has not sufficient power for its operations and cannot sesure sufficient power until its new plant on Brunots island is completed. The shortage of power renders it impossible to increase materially the number of cars in service, and as a consequence there is intolerable overcrowding, to say nothing of other inconveniences. No doubt the street railway managers themselves would be glad to find means of speedily repairing all deficiencies. As they seem unable to find those means, there is evidently room for the committees that have been investigating the matter of street railway congestion to do useful work and submit suggestions, which, if not feasible for the street railway corporation, may be susceptible of being worked out through other agencies. In any case too much attention cannot be given to the problem involved, affecting as it does the comfort and convenience of the whole people of Pittsburg and of the surrounding territory. — As anticipated, Thomas S. Bigelow's emphatic declaration in favor of the Greater Pittsburg bill has had an immediate effect upon the persons at Harrisburg into whose hands the bill has fallen since it passed the senate. By some hocus-pocus, the measure instead of being referred to the house committee on municipal affairs, found its way to the general judiciary committee, which embraces in its membership some Allegheny county representatives supposed to harbor intentions hostile to the annexation project. The chairman of the committee, however, now states that he knows of no serious opposition, that, barring some trifling amendments, the bill does not need to be changed, and that its passage in the house is a reasonable certainty. This is encouraging and bears witness to the salutary effect of Mr. Bigelow's plain speaking. The power of the Allegheny county leader is fully recognized at Harrisburg and it is safe to

say that, whatever the little clique of surviving Flinnites may do, there will be no disposition in any other quarter to thwart Mr. Bigelow's wishes, especially since, as regards the Greater Pittsburg bill, those wishes are shared by the great majority of our people.

While matters thus present so favorable an appearance, it is none the less necessary that the agitation in behalf of municipal expansion should be kept warm. The local advocates of the annexation bill must keep at it hammer and tongs and not relax their energies if they are to make absolutely sure of the final enactment of the bill into law. — After several years of nonobservance, the anniversary of St. Patrick is being celebrated in Pittsburg to-day with due formality, and of course with enthusiasm, for the Irish race never undertakes anything in the shape of a public demonstration without throwing its whole soul into it. Nor is interest in the occasion confined to our Irish citizens. The wearing of the green is general, and it is eminently proper as a tribute to a people who have brought their best brains and energy to the upbuilding of the American republic and whose representatives have figured conspicuously in the history of this nation at all times since its establishment. There is no mistaking the value of the Irishman in America. Brave, sturdy, independent, industrious and progressive, he has all the elements that go to make up useful citizenship. On every page of the American roll of fame Irish names are blazoned and services rendered by Irish-Americans to the country of their adoption are recorded. Hence it would be invidious indeed not to join with a heart and a half in the rendering of honors to Ireland's patron saint, and incidentally to the Irish race in America, which has deserved so well of the country. — The resignation of Superintendent Falconer, of Schenley park, is much to be regretted. Mr. Falconer is a man of exceptional ability and international reputation. He is a recognized authority on horticulture, having had lifelong experience in the management of parks and gardens, public and private, and his original researches and experiments have commanded attention on both continents. Mr. Falconer was brought to Pittsburg for the purpose of completing the development of Schenley park, which required the services of a thoroughly skillful landscape gardener. His task is not yet accomplished, but he has carried the work far enough to afford a convincing demonstration of his powers, and at this point it will be most unfortunate if his withdrawal should be permitted. Possibly when E.M. Bigelow resumes control of the public works department he may be able to arrange for Mr. Falconer's retention. It was Mr. Bigelow who brought the park superintendent here and no doubt he will do what he can to avoid losing an assistant whose value he knows so well.

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3721. The nameless grave at Mount Auburn has always interested visitors and is one of the places shown by gu[i?]des. The article from the Union Democrat is written in the stilted style common in many papers of half a century ago, but it is printed as originally published. The second and concluding part will be published next week. —Editor Notes and Queries.

The following story was obtained by a young law student in Manchester, N. H., forty-five years ago, and was published at that time in the Union Democrat, now the Manchester Union. Your query was seen by the young man's sister in Springfield, W., who has preserved [?] narrative in her scrapbook all these years. E.A.K.

Boston Evening THE NAMELESS GRAVE Transcript [A Tale of Mount Auburn] July 22/1905 PART I.

There is no lovelier spot in the world for the repose of the dead, or one more calculated, by the calm majesty of nature, to soothe the troubled spirits of the living, than the cemetery of Mt. Auburn, in the vicinity of Boston. Away from the smoke and dust and tumult of the city, and surrounded by influences that tend to tranquillize the stormy passions, and to call forth the purer and holier emotions of the human heart, no one can visit it without reflecting upon the vanity of human greatness, and feeling a keener sense of the mutability of all earthly things. The silent but awful admonition of the sleeping multitude brings home the solemn truth with greater weight, that, urge on the car of life which way we will, the grave must be its goal at last.

Accompanied by a female friend who was making a tour of the Eastern cities in the fall of 18—, I visited this lovely spot. Some relatives in the city, who were well acquainted with the location of the round, as well as with all the interesting places connected with our Revolutionary history, and who had pointed out to us during our frequent rambles many spots familiar to us in story, but which we had never seen, were our companions. The day was a delightful one, and we felt a relief as we left behind the dense atmosphere of a crows and inhaled the purer breezes of the country air. We wandered around the grounds for several hours, examining the monuments erected by the living as last tokens of respect and love to departed friends.

"Here," said our city friends, as they led us to a plain, gray slab, "is a grave that has caused much speculation and excited a great deal of curiosity. The person was supposed to have been a lady, but no one knows from whence she was brought or who she was. The initials upon the stone do not correspond with the name registered upon the books of the corporation, and the inference is that she has been buried under an assumed name. The authorities say that a person about thirty years of age, but pale and wan, as if deep grief was preying at his heart, came one day to the office and purchased a spot for a grave. He only said that the body would be brought the next day at two o'clock. At the hour appointed a hearse drove up to the entrance to the grounds accompanied by a single carriage containing the gentleman alone who had purchased the grave. It had been prepared as directed, by the laborers connected with the ground, and after the body had been deposited in its last resting-place, this tablet, which a carman brought from the city, was placed over it. The gentleman gazed upon the proceedings with folded arms and lips compressed, that told plainly the agony he felt; but no tear bedewed his cheek— no groan escaped his breast. When the last green turf had been replaced around the slab, and the workmen were gathering their implements to depart, he started as if a sudden pang shot through his heart, and exclaimed: "O God! what more is left for me on earth?" Then recovering himself, with quivering lip, he said to the men who had filled the grave, "I thank you, gentlemen, for your aid," and giving them a sovereign in addition to their fee, he waved an adieu wildly with his hand, entered the carriage hastily, and drove away. No one that we know of has seen him since, and the mystery of this grave will probably remain unsolved; but the story circulates among the young that it is the resting-place of one who fell a victim at the shrine of love; and the lovers, as they meet aroun dit, renew their solemn pledges to each other, and beath an inward prayer that their affections may have a happier issue.

We read the inscription upon the stone. It was a simple verse, but full of sentiment:

She lived unknown, and few could know When Mary ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and oh, The difference to me.

Various comments were made upon the subject by our party, and after having sufficiently indulged our curiosity and hazarded our speculations, we turned away. As we were departing a man of gentlemanly appearance approached us. He was at the period of life that might almost be called old age, but with weather-beaten countenance and iron-like frame that showed his life had been spent amidst scenes of activity and danger. He inquired if we could inform him where a grave was to be found

which, by the description, we knew to be the one we had just left. We pointed it out to him. He approached it, and as his eyes rested upon the stone, he said:

"Poor broken heart; your partner sleeps in the bosom of a Western prairie, but your spirits I trust have met in Heaven."

We asked him if he knew the history of "The Nameless Grave."

"I learned it from the lips of him who laid her here," he replied, "and I myself closed his eyes in the Western wilderness, far away from the home of his fathers."

We requested him to relate the story to us, telling him of the many speculations indulged in by those who visited the spot, and our desire to know its history.

"I am weary with rambling," the stranger rejoined, "and if you have an hour to spare, we will rest ourselves in the shade of this old oak, whilst I tell you all I know respecting it. In doing so it will be necessary first to give you something of my own history, and the manner of my acquaintance with the individual who related the circumstances.

"I am a New Englander by birth, and was originally a clerk in the establishment of one of our distinguished Boston merchants, long since dead. Being faithful to my employer, and winning the confidence of the mercantile community, with whom he dealt, I entered early into business as a shipper on my own account. Although possessing but little more than an unsullied reputation, by careful attention to business I was rapidly amassing a fortune, when the embargo previous to the commencement of the last war and the subsequent disasters to our commerce blighted all my expectations and reduced me to bankruptcy. My old employer, from his own pecuniary embarrassment, was unable to afford me aid, although he would willingly have done so, had it been in his power. So, giving up the hope of repairing my shattered fortunes there, I bade farewell to my native city, and started for the West.

"All the Western States, except a narrow belt along the chain of the Great Lakes, was a wilderness and inhabited by Indians, for the most part hostile to Americans. I engaged in the fur trade, and have continued it up to the present time. As the Western States began to fill with emigrants, the trade advanced in the same direction, until an expedition had lately extended beyond the Rocky Mountains; but it is now almost broken up by a foreign company, that wields a mighty moneyed power, prejudices the natives against us, and by an unequal competition drives us from our just rights and the soil of our own territory. A few seasons since, our company was making preparations for more operations than we had made before; the unusual success of the previous expeditions having furnished us with means of doing so. Men were enlisted, ammunition and stores laid in for a long and hazardous expedition. As we were about setting out, an individual accosted us and asked permission to join the expedition. He was noble in his appearance and in the prime of life; but deep melancholy was upon his brow, and an occasional wildness would gleam from his eye, that told us reason was half-unsettled from its throne. He asked no pay, he said, he only wished to engage in some exciting employment, to drive away mad thoughts; and he beat his clenched fist against his brow, uttering an involuntary groan. We told him our complement of men was full, but as he wished to join we would furnish him with arms and provisions like the rest; that in return he should occasionally aid us in making purchases of the Indians and resident trappers, and if necessary lend his services as a soldier. He readily assented to the conditions and set out with us. Our expedition was a long and dangerous one. We travelled over the Rocky Mountains to the headwaters of the Columbia, where American traders had rarely been before. But the Indians were prejudiced against us by the agent of the British Company and several times manifested a hostile spirit, but the strength of our party and the cautiousness of all our movements gave them no opportunity for surprising us. The individual who joined us was a most efficient member of our corps; no dangerous enterprise was set on foot in which he was not the first to volunteer. He seemed wearied of life and cared not how soon he might be relieved of its burden. A mystery hung about him that our party strove to penetrate in vain. He talked but little and never revealed his name to anyone; but still he was kind and generous; and the deep sorrow that seemed eating at his heart won the friendship and sympathy of all. And whenever 'The Stranger,' as we called him, happened to be mentioned, the wild, boisterous recklessness of the hardy backwoodsmen would soften down; and they would speak of him in tones of unwonted sadness.

"We had finished our trading operations about the commencement of autumn and had commenced our return march with our wagons loaded with packages of buffalo robes and beaver skins and other peltries. We had conducted all our movements with the greatest caution and got far back in safety towards the settlements. For some days previous, however, we had observed straggling Indians hanging about our line of march, seeming to observe our movements. We avoided the woods, keeping as much as possible on the open prairies. One

day's march more would have brought us within the protection of the American outposts. And aware that the enemy (for we had no doubts one was hovering around) would attack us that night if at all, we formed our baggage wagons into a circle, placed the packages of buffalo skins within and having gathered forage from the prairie for our horses, we placed vigilant sentinels upon all sides and laid down upon our arms. The night had nearly passed, and the first faint streakings of the dawn were making their appearance in the east, when an onset was commenced by the savage foe. Quick as lightning we were on foot dealing death upon them from within our camp.

"The Indians evidently did not anticipate so ready a reception, and after two or three desperate attempts to break into our enclosure, they retired, dragging away their dead and wounded. There being no fire within our camps the enemy could only see to shoot by the uncertain flashes of the guns, as we were protected by a breastwork impenetrable to a musket ball. Only two or three of our men were wounded and some of our horses killed. Within eight yards of us a portion of the prairie was overgrown with weeds and high grass in which the Indians concealed themselves as it grew light, and from which they kept up a scattering fire upon our camp. We attempted to dislodge them by shooting at the places from whence the smoke arose, but a breeze that was blowing transversely across the place so dispersed it as to render our aim uncertain; and what was worse our ammunition began to fail, for we had bartered away more than we were aware of in our summer's traffic. It was, therefore, determined not to fire unless sure of our mark and consequently the firing ceased on our part. The day wore on until it became evident that the enemy intended to hold their position until nightfall, and then under the cover of darkness attempt to carry our camp.

"'They must be dislodged in some way before night,' said an old hunter, 'or our scalps will not keep their places another day. We must make an assault upon them and drive them from their skulking place. Some of us will fall, no doubt; but it is better so than to all stay here and to be shot down like dogs.'

"A consultation was held as to the best way of making the assault. We were all armed with rifles and had no bayonets, a weapon indispensable for an attack of the kind we meditated; but there seemed no alternative, and we resolved to make the attempt. It was agreed upon to reserve our fire until the enemy could be seen; and then after the first discharge to meet them with their own weapon—the hatchet. All preparations had been completed and we were about to sally forth when this stranger offered to set the grass on fire in which the Indians were concealed. All stopped short and looked at him in surprise. We who had seen before the headlong fury of the flame driven by the wind over the dry and withered grass of the prairie knew full well, if it was practicable that the enemy would be scattered like the leaves of the forests before the blasts of the autumn; but the utter madness of the attempt made the stoutest heart shrink back, for certain death awaited some of us if we made an onset in a body, yet each chose rather to run his change of life where probably a majority might escape unharmed than to rush alone and single-handed upon inevitable death. We pointed out to him the madness of the attempt.

"'I comprehend the danger perfectly,' he said, 'and am prepared to meet it. If we make an onset in a body more lives than one will be sacrificed with a less prospect of success. You all have something to live and to hope for; my dreams of earthly happiness are done, and I have long desired to find quiet—in a grave. If by sacrificing my life I can insure the safety of you all I would wrap the winding-sheet around me as cheerfully as the drapery of a couch.'

"We endeavored to dissuade him from the undertaking, for we loved him like a brother, and all would willingly have encountered any danger in common rather than by his destruction to be insured of the safety of the whole party; but he remained steadfast to his purpose.

"'Do you all endeavor to cover me as much as possible by your fire, for though I do not expect to escape, yet if I do not succeed in setting the grass afire my life will be thrown away and you remain in the same peril as before. Besides,' he added, 'I would rather not have my body mutilated by the Indian knife.'

"We held our breath in suspense as he rushed forth from the enclosure waving his flaming torch above his head. The enemy seemed to comprehend the movement in an instant, for a half-suppressed yell broke froth from their hiding-place, followed by a general discharge. Still he kept on apparently unharmed to within a dozen paces of the spot, where he intended to apply the torch, and then staggering a step or two fell forward to the earth. An Indian sprang from his hiding-place and, brandishing his scalping-knife above his head, rushed towards him; but he had scarcely left his covert when a discharge of rifles from our men pierced him with a dozen balls, and, bounding into the air with a yell, he fell headlong by the side of his prostrate foe. His sudden fall seemed to stagger the Indians for a moment, and at that time our hero raised himself upon his feet, drew