![]() Is positioned in midair so that the diamond on his pinkie sparks with the intensity of a star. His right rests in his lap, gripping what could be a pair of gloves. Most striking is the careful positioning of his hands. ![]() He has a mustache and goatee and wears a straw hat, not the rigid cake-plate variety, but one with a sweeping scimitar brim that imparts to him the look of a French painter or riverboat gambler. The background is black Isaac's suit is black. In a photograph that is so good, with so much attention to the geometries of composition and light, it could be a portrait in oil. A New Orleans photographer captured this aspect ![]() Upon first meeting Isaac, men found him to be modest and self-effacing, but those who came to know him well saw a hardness and confidence that verged on conceit. Of interest in his work, and has a great pride in making his station one of the best and most important in the country, as it is now." Weather Bureau, a government inspector wrote: "I suppose there is not a man in the Service on Station Duty who does more real work than he. To open the Texas Section of the new U.S. Isaac Cline got the highest rating, a "B," for "Pays Well, Worthy of Credit." In November of 1893, two years after Isaac arrived in Galveston An asterisk beside a name meant trouble, "Inquire at Office," and marred the fiscal reputations of such people as Joe Amando, tamale vendor Noah Allen,Īttorney Ida Cherry, widow and August Rollfing, housepainter. On secret reports filed anonymously by friends and enemies. Nearly all Galveston's established citizens-its police officers, bankers, waiters, clerics, tobacconists, undertakers, tycoons, and shipping agents-and rated them for credit-worthiness, basing this appraisal The small red book fit into a vest pocket and listed He paid cash, a fact noted in a directory published by the Giles Mercantile Agency and meant to be held in strictest confidence. He was loyal, a believer in dignity, honor,Īnd effort. ![]() He was a creature of the last turning of the centuries when sleep seemed to come more easily. On some nights, however, the children cried only long enough to wake him, and he would lie there heart-struck, wondering what had brought him back to the world at such an unaccustomed hour. Each would cry, of course, and often for astounding lengths of time, tearing a seam not just through the Cline house but also, in that day of open windows and unlocked doors, through the dew-sequined It was the kind of feeling parents often experienced and one that no doubt had come to him when each of his threeĭaughters was a baby. THROUGHOUT THE NIGHT of Friday, September 7, 1900, Isaac Monroe Cline found himself waking to a persistent sense of something gone wrong. A Man, a Time, and the Deadliest Hurricane in History ![]()
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