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MERICAN. VOL. I. NO. 6. LOUISVILLE: SATURDAYS AUGUST 13, 189S. PRICE FIVE CENTS. II WOLF TONE The Laying of the Corner Stone of the Monument to His Ateinory. It Will Be (he Figure of a Soldier of Freedom, Erect and Proud, the Embodiment of Courage. The Exercises Will Be Held in Dublin on Monday A Great Day for Old Ireland. WHAT THE INDEPENDENT SAYS Monday, August 15, will be a good day for Ireland. Maybe not for the nritish Ireland within our Ireland, but it will be a gladsome day for National Ireland. On that day there will belaid the foundation stone of the memorial to Theobald Wolf Tone, the military genius and hero martyr of the Irish insurrection. Timid, unthinking people, people who can not grasp the moral and lesson of great men's lives, say that the history of our country is only a biography of those who failed, says the Dublin Independent. Alas, it is the story of succession of great endeavors failures if you will, but fail ures that were heroic and epoch-making. Over the dead bodies of those that failed we will step dry-shod to victory one of these days. Thank God it is to the mem ory of those who died on the scaffold and in the cell that we do honor today. No heroes who led conquering armies, but patriots who in days of dismal crises stepped out from the ranks of the fearful and timid, and died so that the lesson of our nationhood might be read aright, o that those who followed would learn how self-sacrifice would hallow defeat and sanctify the despair of the common peo ple. Wolfe Tone was no creature of cir cumstances. He fashioned the opportu nity, he molded the circumstances; he laid the train for a holy war; he primed the piece, and fell dead across the breach. His entire life was a pure and earnest struggle against the foregin power that : had neither Hofer's basis nor Wash ington's resources, limited though they were; he had no exchequer, no arms, no men. Yet he created a revolution that threatened the sovereignty of E.igland, and if the winds had not played him alse in Banlry Hay he would have de clared the constitution of ati Irish repub lic from the steps of the capitol. "From Ireland he was driven to America, from' America he sailed to France. There, in a new republic, just feeling its strength, and trying its wings, he told the story of his country's wrongs, and by his genius and persistency secured the help of the most feared military organization in the world. He set sail to the shores of the Isle in the West with the most powerful military expedition that ever anchored off our shores. Storms arose, and the ships were scattered like white sea birds. Again he labored, and planned, and plotted, and another mighty fleet of war ships set sail from the Texel. And at Camperdown the sun set on the ruin of his hopes and the destruction of the Dutch men-of-war who had the grim pur pose of freeing old Ireland from the cen ter to the sea. But Tone never wavered. He set out once again; this time on a hopeless errand, arid in Lough Swilly he fought a fight as bravely as did Sir Rich ard Greville when he fought the little Revenge against the entire Spanish fleet off Flores, in the Azores. The last scene in his life was the saddest of all. After the mockery of a trial, the dim cell and death. His whole career waa spent for Ireland. He told his advisers who begged of him not to set sail on his laut voyage that he would go to Ireland if he went only with a corporal's guard. And bravely he set out and unflinchingly he gave his life for the land he loved best. Not one halting, one turning aside marks his career. From the very first he fixed his eyes upon the pilot star and coursed along. A heroic struggle it was, great in its infinite effort, terrible in its tragic sadness. France has her Napoleon, Prus sia her Frederick, Russia her Peter, Sweden her Charles. All fought for con quest, lust of, power urged them forward, ambition swayed and directed them. But Ireland has this man Wolfe Tone! Not a soldier who, like the English Wolf or Nelson, died supreme in the moment of victory, but a simple soldier who loved his country and died ingloriously; one who was n failure if you estimate men's work by immediate results, but who was no failure before God or man if to leave .an example that will encourage in the years that are unborn, and if a name to inspire noble actions and goodly sacrifice be the work of heroes who mold men's minds and train a peopled yearnings. So it will come to pass that this 15th of August will be a great day for our Ire land, and a. great day, too, for that Ire laud beyond the sea, It will be the manifestation of a national purpose; it will show," the vigor bf our beliet in our destiny. The statue to, be erected to Tone i will be no pensive figure, no symbol in Ibronae of the sorrows of Erin. It will.be typical of all that ia combative in oar It will be the figure of a Soldier of exact and pood, the eaabodi- ijMMHta$K in a nation that has borne more sorrows and suffered more injuries than any other, and lives. The monument to the heroes of 1708 will be erected on the site of the old Newgate prison. The readers of the Kentucky Irish American will be furnished with a com plete report of the proceedings and inci dents attending this great event. DUBLIN'S LORD MAYOR Visits the Distressed Districts on the West Coast of Ireland Will Suggest Relief. The Lord Mayor of Dublin, with his Secretary, Mr. Thomas Kennedy, and Mr. William Field, M. P., have returned to Dublin after a week's tour througKth " distressed districts of the coasts of West Cork and Kerry. A visit will be paid immediately to the distressed districts on the coasts of Mayo and Galway. At the conclusion of the tour of inspection a report will be drawn upgivingthe results of the relief operations, showing the pres ent state of the affected localities and offering recommendations for their per manent improvement. This report when published, written as it 'will be in thor oughly impartial spirit and from actual experience and observation, will be adoci ument of the first importance. It will help materially to throw new light on the economic and social conditions of the cottiers in the congested districts, and thereby aid in bringing' about reforms which are urgently needed. So far as the coasts of Cork and Kerry are con cerned, the Lord Mayor and Mr. Field found the most convincing proof of the good work done through the agency of the Mansion House and othei relief com mittees. The seed potatoes supplied promise an excellent harvest, and the spirits of the people are very hopeful. One thing has been proved by the im portation of new seed into the localities, namely that the seed should be periodi cally changed. It is not necessary that the seed should be imported from Scot land, inasmuch as the varieties of soil in Ireland are so many and so distinct that an inter-county exchange of seed will suit all purposes. As a first result of the visit to the South, Mr. William Field, M. P., is about to ask a number of questions in the House of Commons. Those ques tions will have reference to the suggested extension of the railway from Kenmare to Berehaven on one side and Waterville on the other, the provision of a suitable dredger for the raising of sea-sand for farm purposes, the erection of a Technical of boat-slips aVRhodes and Keifs, a'nu'of a pier at Renard for the landing of fish. CUDAHY OUT OF DEBT AND RICH. John Cudahy has recovered the fortune' he lost five years ago on the Board of Trade. He has paid in that time 2,000, 000 in debts. It was in August of J 803 he was caught "long" oh pork, the panic preventing banks and friends coming to his assistance. Now he has paid all claims and is rich again. When Mr. Cudahy walked out of the Board of Trade five years ago his tvealthy brother, Michael, handed him a check for $100,000, saying; "John, take that and use it." John Cadahy has used the money with remarkable sagacity. The report is that he is not only out of debt, but making money by thousands of dollars in Board of Trade speculation, in the packing business and transportation enterprises in Alaska; A prominent broker said of Cudahy's success: "Cudahy has displayed a com mercial keenness as rare as it is remark able. His native resources are practically inexhausible and his nerve has never been surpassed in Chicago. He made, lots of money selling pork short last year at the time the Montreal syndicate was supposed to have the product cornered. He was bullish on wheat during the Loiter campaign. He made money on the long side, and then became short to his large profit." CROKER'S ATHLETIC TRAINING. "There are few men of his age who could have followed Mr. Croker in the swim he made at Loner Branch on Sun day afternoon," said a life-time friend of me lammauy leaaer last week. "De spite the occasional rumors of ailments Which he is alleged to have, he is phys ically the equal of any man of his size and age in this city. He is built from the ground up as a muscular manHand he has never injured his constitution by dis sipation. He is very moderate in his uses of stimulants, and, although he smokes a good deal, his nerves' are un shaken. His most conspicuous charac teristics are his coolness and repose. I have never known him to betray any sign of nervousness, although there have been times when he has been burdened with enough work to swamp two ordinary men. Mr. Croker's early training in politics was in tlie davs when no man could be a ward leader unless he was physically a good man, atitx If such were the qualifi cations to-3ay Mr, Croker could still raa"ke good his claims. The muscles in his legs and arms are like iron, and ap parently without any effort on his part he is always in good athletic training. The London correspondent of the New York Tribune says in a recent letter to that paper: "There is a solid basis of wlf -interest underneath the good feeling existing between England and America," The remark is not strikingly original. It has frequently been observed that the English art not in the habit of waisting their friendship on people not worth IRISH BEAUTIES Coming to America in Numbers That Beat All Previous Records. By Thousands Come BrJgbt-Eyed, Rosy Cheeked Colleens In Quest of Work and Liberty. What Emigration Commissioner AlcSwee- ney Witnessed During a Recent Visit to Ireland. SCENES AT THE BARQE OFFICE In this month more Irish immigrant girls have landed in New York than in any other July since 1810. The Majestic brought over 400 immi grants last week, half of whom were son sie Irish girls with cheeks like apples and lips like cherries, says Edith Sessions Tupper. "There,ll Be a Good Day in Ireland Yet." What is the meaning of this sudden in flux of immigration from Erin ? If you ask Commissioner McSweeney he sighs and shakes his head, and says : " It's because they can't live in Ireland. Times are constantly growing worse there. There is no hope for the Irish peasant. If you travel in Ireland everywhere you hear the question, When are you going to America?' " It's not the question, ' Are you going to America?' but when. And the answer always is, ' When I've saved enough money,' or 'When mother dies, or ' When my sister sends over my passage.' They are always looking forward to it from their childhood. They expect to go as much as they expect to go to heaven. "And you wouldn't wonder at their eagerness if you could see the barren and desolate Ireland they are leaving. "Last summer I went to Ireland. I traveled with a priest who had not been home for thirty years. I knew him as a genial fellow, to whom I supposed tears were unknown. As we drove through the country toward his boyhood home, what was my amazement when suddenly he burst into tears. The sight of desolated Ireland broke his heart. " So these young men and women who see no future in Ireland turn instinctively from their own loved island of sorrow to America. And how do they save enough to come with? Let me tell you a fact. Six and one-half per cent, of all the pas sage money of Irish immigrants is fur nished from this side. "What do they expect here? Poor creatures, for one thing they expect to pick up gold, in the streets. They expect to improve and rise in the world. Yes, many of, the girls expect to marry young mechanics or artisans who have got a good start in life." If you ask Agent . Patrick McCool. who looSta, after these pretty Irish girls as a shepherd guard hit lamb, who is here, sincere worker his idty eves flash and the red in his ruddy OMeks grows deeper as he says proudly-: jSInsli people love uoeriy. as uiey are, and grievous taxation dened by unjust fixation that even the English Tories t! iisclyes condemn they come here to liliprtv pe it and enjoy If you ask Father priests ut the Mission Rosary, the harbor ahill, one of the f, Our Lady of the friendless Irish girls in New York, h Will gravely say "The primary object'Af these girls is to earn money to send baek to their parents, perhaps to save theald homestead, to keep their fathers niidjiiotlicrs in comfort in their last days." . And so, whether iniearcli of bread and gold, or on .the gloriojfe quest for liberty or the sacred errand tcisave the old home, these troops of cleaijfeyed, red-cheeked, honest-hearted lasses wre pouring into the country this sumnierfln greater numbers than ever. ij When the Majestic! landed the immi grants at the Barge Office last week hun dreds stood waitingftin lines, eagerly watching for the fnnftliar faces to come up the stairway from Uae steamer. Every sturdy young man ii' frieze jacket and tweed cap, giasping ma bag as though he expected to have it&orn from him by force, every blushing,, shy maid, fright ened at the throng aid the newness and strangeness of everything, was anxiously scanned bv the watc&rs. Suddenly a cry of & Michael, me lioy, God bless you 1 " or "Nora, me darlint 1 '' was heard. Strong, red, hard-working hands grasped the travelers. Brawny arms snatched them to faithful hearts. Tears leaped to fond eyes and rained down longing faces, and everybody else groaned in sympathy. Annie Ryan, thin, sorrowful, with hands that showed the marks of ceaseless toil, was looking earnestly for her little sister Beatrice. " Shure, she's only a child. ' I'm wild wid thinkin' somethin' may have hap pened her," she was saying to a friend. The faithful, anxious eyes devoured every young girl that came up the stairs. A bright red spot apri eared on either pale cheek. The roughe led, knotted hands nervously clasped an ,1 'unclasped. At last there can jauntily tripping up the stairs tyfcical Irish beauty. Scarcely sixteen, she was as round and Her dark, curly plump as a partridg hair fell over her I st s&ouldcrs. Her eyes glowed like, stars d her cheeks were like the blush, of a Annie Ryan gave great dry sob and caught tier baby si' er, sue wliotn site left toddling about t e old home, to her breast. 'Oh, acushl; mavourneen!" she murmured brokenly. And everybody in the crowd murmurei too, and wiped their weeping eyes. A big, stalwart, ruuuy, checkeu young Irishman stood looking, not at the pretty girls as they passed, (before him, but at every old woman. Tin McPartland was there to find his old mother. She came at last, a tiny, wrinkled little old woman, with a bread white cap and was emblazoned all over hi wn.n( .awwu nut tue wen are 1, Americanized young Irishman was i ashamed of her a rap about the looks. He did not droll, cap and the awk hoes. With a mighty laugh he the little old woman clean, off 1 ; and held her a Ul Sweet Nora Sullivan, from County Down, with hair the color of amber and cheeks like scarlet satin, shyly conde scended to tell me a little of herself. "Yis, ma'am, I've lift brothers an sis ters in Ireland. I've a good place waitin' me in New Haven. I'm to sind fur the others as soon as iver I can. Homesick? Oh, no ma'am" very bravely "I'm not after bein homesick. I've fri'nds to meet me whin I get to New Haven." Close by, Ellen Dolan, with a face like a Madonna crowned by a quaint, bell shaped hat, crouched over her luggage. She raised her heavily lidded eyes pathet ically. "It's homesick Oi am, ma'am." she murmured, and burled her face in her shawl. Pretty Maggie Maguire, sweet as a bit of sweetbriar, modest and shy as a violet, came timidly along. Her sister was to meet her, she told the officials. A flashily dressed woman, with blon dincd hair and hard face, stood waiting with n man of sinister features and inso lent eyes. "There she is," said the woman as she caught sight of the child. Rushing to her, she embraced her with exuberance and introduced her "cousin." Pretty Maggie's eyes grew larger as she took in every detail of her supposed sis ter's appearance. "It's foinc yez arc," she said; "but what is it yez have done to your hair, Rose?" Rose tossed her head and laughed and said: "Come, child, you shall look as fine as I do before long. I've got a splen did place for you in my cousin's boarding-house. You won't have to work hard, and we'll fix you up grand-" "What cousin is he, Rose?" the little girl asked. "Oi don't remimber him at all, at all." "Of course not, stupid," returned her sister. "He left Ireland when you were a baby. Come, make haste now." The conversation made me uneasy. Some way I did not like the look of this pair. I wished somebody would inter fere. I looked around. Was there no one? There was some one. Directly in their path was the imposing figure of a black-robed Catholic priest. His usually kindly face had grown severe. His stem eyes searched the little group before him. The yellow-haired woman quailed and dropped her eyes. "What is your name, child?" said Father Henry, of the Mission of Our Lady of the Rosary. "Maggie Maguire, father," said the little one, dropping a timid courtsey. "Where from?" "County Kerry, father." "She is my sister, father," put in the woman, glibly. " 1'iff taking her to my cousin's." "Oh, you are," said the priest, freez ing the woman with an icy glance. " The little one will not go to your cousin's. Come with me, child." "You've no business ," stormiy be gan the woman. " Take care," said the priest, quietly, but with warning in his cold voice. The woman slunk back. The frightened child was taken to the shelter of the mission across the park one more saved by the vigilance of the good fathers whose special province it is to look after these innocent wayfarers. After this dramatic little1 scene I made myself known to Father Henry. "That's only one of many," he said, in answer to my questions. " These poor, innocent girls would be the prey of de signing people were we not on hand to watch over them. But I've something pleasanter to do now, which, perhaps, you would like to witness. There is to be a marriage at the mission. A young man and his sweetheart have come over together and leave for Montana this after noon, and wish to be married before set ting out." So we went over to the mission, and there, sitting side by side, sheepish and blushing and blissful, wers Michael Shee han and Kate Harrington, sweethearts from babyhood. Nine years ago-Michael came to this country and went to Butte, Mon., where he has worked ever since in the mines, earning his $3.50 per day. Six weeks ogo he went back to Ireland to find his boyhood's sweetheart and bring her over to share his lot. Michael was red-faced and twinkling eyed. He flaunted a gay green necktie and an American flag on his coat, and he beamed and glowed and glistened with happiness. As for shy, sweet Kate, she could scarcely speak above a whisper and kept her syes fastened upon the ground. " Niver a sweetheart have Oi had bar rin' Kate," Michael confided to me. "'Twas her face wur always beyant me when Oi wurdiggin' away in thim dhurty ould mines. It's savin' Oi wur from the first day to go back nfther me Kate. She's a bit sthrange, ma'am, but she'll loike it when wance she is there. Thim mountains is grand, and th' air so foine. 'Tis a dandy place, is Montany." "Finer than Ireland?" He moved uneasily, " Oh, no, ma'am," he said. "There is no place like the ould sod, God save it ! " In the cool, dim chapel of Our Lady of the Rosary the little romance had its fit ting end. The noble white head of Father Cahill towered above the Irish lovers as the stately priest, in long black cassock, prayed over them and sprinkled holy water upon them, and made the sign of the cross in the air above them, and pro nounced tlieni man and wife. And then, hand and hand, the Irish immigrants set their faces toward the sunset, to begin anew the search for gold in a strange land where the sun always shines. But they'll not forget old Ireland, were it fifty times as fair. BRAVE COL. BOQAN Dies at His Home From Ill ness Contracted While in Cuba. inlander regiment, ied at his homeHPss., Tuesday morningCOTHred home from Cuba a few days agoi greatly debili tated condition as a result of tlie hard ships attendant upon the campaign, but it was thought he would ally. He showed favorable symptoms until Tues day morning, when a sudden change oc curred and lie died a few minutes later. Col. Bogan was born in Boston and was educated in the public schools. He en tered the City Architect's office in 1878, ane in 1885 was transferred to the public buildings department and was its Super intendent when he left for the war. Col. Bogan began his military career in 1800, enlisting in Company D, Fifth in fantry, as a private. He was commis sioned Second Lieutenant in 1871 and was made Captain in 1872. He was com missioned Major of the Ninth regiment in 1882, and in 1802 was appointed In spector General by Gov. Russell, with the rank of Colonel. On the death of Col. Strachan, in 1893, he was .elected to command the Ninth. He was a member of the Charitable Irish Society, Mont gomery Light Guards Veteran Associa tion and St. Francis de Sales Catholic Temperance Association He leaves two sons. After spending ten days in quarantine on'Egmont Key, Florida, at the entrance to Tampa bay, Brig. Gen. H. M. Duffield, of Detroit, and his sou were released Tuesday and allowed to proceed to Tam pa. While the General shows the effects of the climate and the malarial fever contracted in Cuba, he is now in com paratively good health, and has started for home with his son. RELICS OF BURKE. Sir Edward Lawson has at his house, Hall Barn, at Beaconsfield, some very in teresting relics of Edmund Burke, the famous Irish statesman, among them the identical dagger which Burke flung on the floor of the House of Commons in his speech on the second reading of the aliens bill, on December 28, 1702, to tes tify his abhorrence 'of the principles of the French revolution. It is a mere toy dagger, made of wood. It was sent from France to a manufacturer at Biamingham with an order for a. large number to be made like it, and Burke had only re ceived it the same day from Sir James Bland Burgess, on his way down to the House. The celebrated dagger scene was, like many other historic episodes in the House of Commons, wholly unpre meditated. The Earl of Howth and Lady Margaret Domville, his sister, have arrived at the Castle Ilovth for the season.' Lord Howth, who has done, more for sport in Ireland, than any man of his day, is mak ing an exhaustive inquiry into the state of the salmon streets of Ireland, CARE FOR SAILORS Father Dougherty Now Superin tending Their Mission in New York. Archbishop Corrlgan and OtherPre-' lates Are Deeply Interested In the Work. At No. 173 Christopher street, jus1- cj. from busy West street, where 'lotigshorfc men, stockcrs and sailors hang about, is a little reading room, which is called the . &l New York Catholic Mission for Sailors $ M Even in these hot nights the room is too small to hold those who would come c! to read the papers and play games and listen to the Rev. Father Dougherty's words of inspiring instruction. Away down in the heart of the sailor there is a feeling of deep reverence fcr God. Out on the ocean where the sky and sea make their only vista, all speak of the Infinite God, who, like the ocean, is deep and high and full of mystery,. This little place, which is too cramped for its great work, is loved by the boys of the sea, and when they come ashore they hasten to meet old friends and fine newv ones. "We don't obtrude religion upon them," said Father Dougherty, the su perintendent recently appointed by A'rcli, bishop Corngan, to a reporter, "Yet; we know that they are brOuglitj.Hlider.the inflence of the religious spirit, as it is proven by the excellent way ill which they attend mass in the '.'neighboring church of St. Veronica.', '. ' ... The work was found necessarjpat first by the establishment of reading rOm by' other denominations. The CatliSlic boys wanted their own place. ;,; A committee was at first formed headed by the Archbishop of New York, the Rev. M. A. Corrigan, the Rev. Father John J. Kean,-the Rev. David J. McCormick, the Rev. I'ather Charles II, Parks,ch:plain of the San Francisco war ship, the Rev. Father Chidwick, of the ill-fated Maine, and the Rev. W. II. I. Heaney, of the Olympia. These men worked hard amid many discouragements till at length plans were formulated and the work was suc cessfully carried on. N The room at 178 Christopher street was 1 engaged, 2,000 books of an interesting- kind were purcltased, tables and chairs,. . games of every kind are there, dumb bells, quoits, etc. On Sunday evening a service is held, singing, prayer and , short instruction by the spirituaUlirector, Father Dougherty. The attendance fills U y Monday evening a concert is ,-en where the boys of the ships come and with their own talents they make the eveiiincr nass delithtfullv. '' 'O Some time professional talent is en o i J - . gaged and the room is crowded, almost to suffocation. v. While I sat talking with Superintend ent jonn Willie, the boys had tHst eome J into port, Hail waslied away thit gritnepf the boat hold, and the stoker, whoscCface was intended to be clean, betrayed the occupation which he followed. They;bat down at the little tables and looked over the papers or took hold of the "dominos' and entered into a friendly game.' Occasionally the priest, Father Dbugh erty, drops into the reading-rboHL. not as a minister as niucu as a maatt. The' J room is open from 12 m. to 10 p. m. eyery day. The sailors, while they have a" chance, come in and read or write letters, and oftentimes to enjoy a quiet smoke. I watched some of them as they Were deeply engaged in a game An old'jnaiv "Old Larry," as they called them, a vet eran of the late war, was telling thrilling stories of the war of '01. He is in great J sympathy with the boys of the sea. He j comes as soon as the door is opened and J stays till late. "Boy," he says, ''youl don't know what war means. I remem ber in '03" and the boys laugh in good-natured way, "Monday night we have a goodtime,' J sua one ot mem, who was playina checkers. "We haye singing, recitation and lots of fancy and jig dancing." This- reading-room in ChristophJ street, New York, is tlie first center '! the apostleship of the sea in the lniiel States. One hundred and ninety of tlie nien i the ill-fated Maine were accustomed t4 drop iu this reading-room, and they art' greatly missed by the boys. Tlie boys are grateful for the work tha is being done for them through thfl "Bethel," and some of tlieni, collected $100. It has been the means of recalling hundreds of men to their duty to God "awl their fellow-men. Many a poor "mother blesses the day that her soil joined the Holy League. She can stand, at the dool and expect him home at the .appoiti time, and docs not dread a.drunken or a night of misery. Many a brolj hearted wife blesses the reading-roon The men in charge of this readings" meet every incoming and outgoil steamer. They welcome and invite. b,py of the sea, or else they leave upl the outgoing steamer books and uewsj pers which -vill brighten their outwal cruise. May jt coiitTMTtS-U career. 1 Most Rev. Dr. Walab, ArchUatui uuuiui, n iuiu suiijwfroi ine ci of the National school teachers in ianu iu UK-jinn a minion oi aouarsecl grants still unpaid, by the British Go meut and for the same remuiteratkit like services as is paid to the Englij Scotch teachers'. In advocacy oi claims the Archbuhop wrote le the subject to the Freetuan's J of cogent and unanswerable in favor of the immediate pay arrears to the National teae land. ' :r. .