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A significant word from Cuba since
Secretary Taft went there in effort
to bring about amicable settlement of
the revolution is that in many cases
the insurgents are becoming restless,
the discipline is bad and many are
breaking up into bands for the pur
.flpose of independent movement with
Iview to plunder. The fact of the mat
ter is that many of the revolutionists
are what might be called freebooters
and cut-throats, and have welcomed
the present state of disaffection in
Cuba as affording them an opportunity
for their lawless deeds, such as they
enjoyed in the "good old days" under
Spanish rule when murder and rapine
were events of everj* day occurrence
From its earliest history there has
existed in Cuba such lawless class of
people. At one time a few genera
tions ago, they infested the coast as
pirates, swooping down with their lit
tle sloops or schooners upon all un
armed vessels which chanced their
way, and as such they were only final
ly suppressed by the British, who as
late as the '30s, drew a cordon around
the island outside of the three-mile
limit, which with little hesitation
they reduced to suit their convenience
when it came to the matter of pur
suing a suspicious craft. These crafts
ONE TYPE OF THE
CUBAN REVOLUTIONIST
Many are Freebooters and Cut-Throats Eager for the Oppor
it of Plunder.
Kind of Country in Which the Freebooter Thrives.
were chased into some one of the
numerous coves or bays which indent
the coast of Cuba, and when their
crews were captured they were taken
to Jamaica for trial, where it was a
short shift between there and the
hangman's noose. Frequently the ves
sels were driven ashore by the Eng
lish cruisers, and the crews of the
pirate ships, making their escape, be
came pirates on land like the old-time
buccaneers of Hispaniola, with the dif
ference that they rarely made war
upon the country people, who almost
invariably stood in with them.
The remnants of these pirates, or
freebooters, have existed in Cuba to
the present day, their ranks having
been recruited from time to time by
the country people who, finding them
selves in some difficulty with the au
thorities, preferred the free, careless
life of the freebooter to going to pris
on. It can scarcely be claimed, ex
cept in rare instances, that the pres
ent day semi-lawless set in Cuba is
formed of the descendents of the orig
inal pirates, although their methods
and manner of living are about the
same. Occasionally an individual may
be found who will tell you unblushing
ly that his father or grandfather was
one of the pirates. As a rule these
people are without religion, laws, or
sacred traditions, and when the op
portunity has occurred they have com
mitted deeds of shocking ferocity,
scarcely equaled by those of the sav
age Indians on our frontier when they
were upon the warpath in their most
palmy days. In some respects they
are worse than our savages, for the
Indians made war only upon their
enemies and were always true to each
other, being bound together by their
own laws and traditions. But it is
not so with these Cuban freebooters,
and it was owing to their treacherous
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methods, which multiplied with each
fresh outbreak of an insurrection, that
inspired the Spaniards to commit
many of the cruel deeds attributed
to them during their struggle to main
tain their grasp upon the island.
The Spaniards called these outlaws
"bandidos" and always pursued them
with more or less relentless vigor, but
their buccaneering methods were such
that neither the Spanish Guardia Civil
nor the Spanish infantryman was very
effective against them. They, like the
buccaneers of old, lived off the coun
try, and the country supplied all their
immediate necessities, whether their
depredations were carried on in or
ganized bands or by roaming individ
uals.
In the fertile tropical land of Cuba
the life of these freebooters is com
paratively easy. As a matter of fact,
after these Cuban gentry have tasted
of it, it is hard for them to relinquish
it They live in a land of eternal sum
mer, where in normal times cattle,
honey and sweet potatoes abound.
Why should they work when God has
given them so much? The peaceful
farmer of the interior, no matter how
little he labors in the field, produces
a great deal more than he can con
sume, and he is ever ready to share
it with whomsoever comes along, and
consequently the roving freebooter,
who would be a simple tramp else
where, finds subsistence easy.
He may be a fugitive from justice,
and then he learns to look upon all
those who are rich or in government
service, either as civilians or soldiers,
as his enemies, and he only awaits
the opportune moment when a leader
steps forth to organize him and others
like him into a formidable band.
After the insurrection was over and
the brief war with Spain had been
fought out the country was so com
pletely devastated that such of these
ex-freebooters as remained were
obliged to come into the towns and
cities, where they posed as patriots
and came in for their share of loot in
the way of Red Cross supplies issued
to starving reconcentrados. Then
there was that pay which the Ameri
cans ceded to Gomez to pay his sol
diers, when as a matter of fact his
so-called army had been practically
exterminated before the beginning of
the war with Spain. They came in
for some of that.
The supplies and soldiers' pay
quieted the turbulent spirit of those
former outlaws for a time, although
during the occupation of the islands
there were many examples of their
capabilities.
Dear Girls.
"Yes," said Tess, "Mr. Goodley gave
me this ring. I accepted him last
night."
"Did you?" replied Jess. "I'm so
glad."
"Are you really? He used to call
on you, didn't he?"
"Yes, and I was beginning to fear
I'd have to accept him."
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At the present moment the tailor
made gowns loom large on the horizon
of the fashionable woman's sky, and
some of the newest models are charm
ing. I have been specially captivated
with the three-quarter length Louis
XVII. coats, which will be so very
fashionable this coming winter. They
are eminently becoming to well-set up
figures, and they have a careless grace
which is all their own. These coats
are shaped to the figure, yet they give
the impression of looseness they are
rarely worn fastened 1n any way in
front, and they fit after the manner
of a driving glove moulded to the
figure, and yet—loose.
One of the new models which won
my unqualified approval was composed
of chiffon-cloth in pastel pink—a dull
shade which had in it a touch of
mauve as well as salmon. The round
skirt cleared the ground and was set
in at pleats—the latter being neatly
stitched down from waist to hips the
three-quarter coat in Louis XVII. style,
had some handsome silk embroideries
on the pockets and on the large cuffs,
and the lining was of black and white
taffetas in narrow stripes. The em
broideries were worked in silks which
matched exactly the cloth and the
whole effect was most original and
attractive. Another walking gown of
the same genre was made of pearl
gray serge, with elaborate machine
stitchings on the round skirt and on
the cuffs and pockets of the coat in
this case the coat was lined with the
new gray-blue satin and there were
Waists and blouses for fall and win
ter wear will be trimmed with lace
and handwork as have the waists of
lighter material for summer wear.
Cashmere voile with baby Irish all
Glace Silk Blouse.
over and silk are combined in one de
velopment of dressy waist, while
French henrietta with hand embroid-
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SOME HONfcs.
He who maims and speeds away
will live to drive another day.
Faint-hearted driver never won fair
lady.
"Oh, that this too, too solid flesh
would melt, thaw and resolve itself
into a dew"—so as not to make a Jar
when the machine strikes it.
Don't cry over spilt milk—be thank
ful it wasn't the gasoline.
But trailing clouds of gory do we
come.
Where ignorance is bliss, 'tis folly to
let them know you got it in a raffle.
Man wants but little here below.
(This makes no reference to the po
lice judge).
A very ancient and fish-like smell.
A bribe in time saves a fine.
There is so much bad in the best of
them
There is so much good in the worst of
them,
That it does not behoove us owners of
any of them
To talk about the machines of the rest
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The Popularity of the Tailor-Made Gown
Tailor-Mades—One a Corselet Ski rt with Bolero Fastened Together with
Straps, and the Other a Mantle of Fine Cream-Colored Face Cloth.
Women's Waists for Winter Wear
some lovely buttons, in Art Nouveau
style, of gray-blue enamel and dull
silver. Round skirts will be more
worn than ever this autumn—especial
ly with three-quarter coats it would
seem as if these important looking
garments ought to be accompanied by
a trained skirt but no, they look ex
ceedingly smart and trim with a well
cut round skirt which clears the
ground.
Some exquisite tea gowns which I
saw were made of the cobweb muslin,
with lavish incrustations of. Brussels
point de gaze and with raised embroid
ery work in fine white threads. The
gowns were cut en princesse, and had
a quantity of lace arranged in soft
frills on the bodice and elbow sleeves,
Crossed over the breast and tied be
hind in a big "Mousmee" bow were
lengths of crepe de Chine, embroid
ered and fringed with silver!
For tea-gowns and for dinner dresses
of a somewhat picturesque order the
"Mousmee" sash will be a leading fea
ture this autumn to very slender
figures it is eminently becoming, but
it is not for the many.
With regard to the hats for autumn
wear, it is difficult to speak. They are
for the greater part so wonderful and
yet so simple. The most popular mode
of the moment is the cloche brim sur
mounted by an immense crown of
taffetas round this crown a length of
ribbon is twisted and tied in a large
bow at the left side, towards the front,
and the hat is raised on an amazingly
high bandeau—the latter covered with
loops of ribbon.
ery are utilized in others. All soft
woolens and silks are adaptable for
the blouse waist, and the short sleeves
will be quite as much worn as during
the summer. An effective elaboration
may be found in French veiling with
Irish and Val lace, silk poplin with
repousse lace, eyelet needlework and
fancy galloon, and also in crepe de
Chine with hand embroidery. Wide
and narrow tucks are being shown on
the up-to-date shirt waists. One ef
fective method of treatment is a
group of fine tucks taken up at each
side of the back turn from the center
and continued to the waist line. Two
similar groups are arranged at the
front, where wider ones are also made,
the first two extending to the lower
edge while the others terminate at
yoke depth, allowing the fullness to
remain free over the bust.
When blouses are made of glace
silk the best effect is obtained when
they are made plain. In our illustra
tion we show a wafet made of cream
glace, which is of the simplest possi
ble pattern fastened at the back. The
trimming consists of a box-pleat up
the center of the front and a square
cut piece at the neck. Both these are
edged with silk frills headed by nar
row Insertion. The sleeves are gath
ered into the armhole, and below the
elbow into a band that is finished by
a frill. The fastening is down the
back.
As a becoming hat for this shirt
waist a Tuscan hat trimmed with rib
bon and an osprey plume is effective.
The materals required for the
blouse are four yards of silk 22 inches
wide and three yards of frilling.
PLEASURES OF CAMPING OUT.
Have you ever under a tent—
A Spent
A few days of unalloyed bliss?
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Is what you'll find it out to be!
We
Tried It this year just for a spell.
Well
Rain fell In torrents every day.
Say,
Noah never had such a flood.
Up to our ankles we were doused,
.. Soused!
And then the insects, brutes with wings,
-«r Things
You ve read about, but never seen,
,. Green,
Kea, yellow, black, of every hue.
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Phew!
We thought our Nemisis\had come!
T„ Hum
Like fury all the day and night.
Bite,
sting, get into your drink and food!
Heav'ns! not to speak of emmets' nests,
_. Pests
That crawl down your neck, and a score
More
Of beastly insects—not for me!
__ He,
Who Bays this sort of thing's all right.
Might
Be reasonably on the spot
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shot!
The captain's eyes, roving dully over
the :ocky knobs and hollows that sur
rounded him, rested at length on a
bright object among the pile of stones.
It wag a small silver flask.
"It's more'n half full o' suthin," he
decided, "licker, hkely's not."
He unscrewed the cap and applied
the mouth of the flask to his nose—
'Tis licker!" he grunted.
"I hain't tetched any licker, but
once, since I shaped a course arter the
widder," he argued mentally, "an'
that's more'n three years ago. But she
won't know no more about it," tilting
the flask determinedly, "than she will
about my bein' here on Whaleback,
^apsizea an' stove. There! Blamed if
that didn't go right to the spot!"
A comforting warmth arose and dis
tributed itself over the captain's ana
tomy, and even his damp feet began to
glow cheerfully.
"It's all-fired lucky Cap'n Higgins's
over to Bass river, 'cause he'd manage
to find out where I'd been if it took
him a month o' Sundays, an' he'd like
nuthin' better—him an' me not bein'
ez good friends ez we useter—than to
tell everybody in Fairport—'specially
the wdder—that I'd got capsized in
the Hoi se Race
All ai once Capt Stubbs dropped his
wet sleeve and listened eagerly.
"Wonder what 'tis?" he queried
aloud, "sounds like one of them oil
boats over to the P'int, hope to good
ness ii is one of 'em, 'cause then I'll
git took off."
He peered over the lump of rock and
the next instant dropped stiffly to his
knees.
"Of all the cussed luck!" he growled
savagely, "seem's ez if there wan't
goin' to be no let-up to it. I'd gin' a
hundred dollars ruther'n had Lemuel
Higgms ketch me marooned on this
"Taint Your Fault She Ain't Mis'
Lemuel Higgins This Minit,
Neither."
blamed old ledge, an' here he comes,
lickety-split—though where he's com
in' from gits me."
The captain promptly spreadeagled
his wet body flat on the rock, face
down, and waited anxiously.
That moment a quavering hail arose
from below: "Cap'n Stubbs?"
The captain held his breath.
"Hig-gins hez seen the dory," he ac
knowledged regretfully, "but mebbe he
ain't seen me!"
"Cap'n Stubbs?" The hail arose
again, penetrating and insistent.
"What be you layin' up there for?
Why don't you say suthin'—be you
hurt?"
Reluctantly Capt. Stubbs crawled to
his feet and stared down calmly at his
interrogator.
"I was jest restin'," Capt. Amos an
swered sarcastically. "What do you
6'pose was doin'—diggin' clams?"
The man in the dory guffawed
hoarsely'.
"You'd better come down an' git
aboard," he went on, as Capt. Amos
glowered at him, "but you'll hev' to
swim. I dassent come in no nigher
it's full of rocks in there, an' I might
hit my perpeller on some of 'em."
The castaway planted his feet wide
apart and thrust out his chin, shoving
his hands deep into his wet pockets.
"Be you comin' or ain't you?" Hig
gins demanded impatiently. 'I want
to git in 'fore dark, an' I ain't got no
time to fool away 'round here, argy'
ing."
"I ain't heard nobody ask you to,"
retorted Capt. Amos, ungraciously.
"I've al'lus taken care of myself so fur
an' I reckon I kin keep on a-doin' of it
without any extry help. If I wuz
you—**
"Then I'll jest give you a chance to
git yourself to Fa«irport, you pigheaded
old cues!" yelled Capt. Higgins, with a
snort of exasperation. "If I didn't
know you'd signed the pledge I sh'd
think you'd been drinkin'—or was out
of your head I'm goin' home."
"Hold on a mjnit!" shouted Amos,
(Scrambling down the slope of the
ledge, "Don't he so tetchy. I didn't
say 1 didn't want to De took off at all,
did I? I only said I wan't pertlc'ler
'bout it if I had to do any more swlm
min'. Mebbe I won't hev' ter."
And Capt. Amos—with a deep-water
sailor's unerring spring, landed square
ly on the boat's half-deck.
The red of the sunset faded into
pearl—and darkening gray. From the
lighthouse on Fort Point a golden fin
ger shot seaward and the frosted edge
of the full moon crept gradually into
the cloudless sky. An inexplicable
spell, conjured perhaps by the half
mysterious peace broodieg under the
•wines
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Friendship vs. Woman's Love
By WILLIAM FORSTER BROWN.
Capt. Amos Stubbs, puffing like an
overworked tugboat, drew his pudgy
form out of the water and climbed
laboriously across the jagged ridges of
Whaleback ledge.
"Darn it!" he wheezed wrathfully,
as he reached the top—a small, cir
cumscribed area of dry rock—"Guess
I might ez well make up my mind to
stay here all night. I wouldn't hev
Widder Tompkins find out I'd been
fool ei'ough to git ketched in the Horse
Race an' capsized for a carload o' lob
sters."
soooo
Capt. Amos' soul, awakening old and
potent memories.
"Lem?" he said diffidently—uncon
sciously using the familiar diminutive
that had not passed his lips for years
—"j'you notice how terribly pretty the
s&y looks over there to the west'ard?
I ain't seen it look like that for years*
an' it sorter reminds me of the time
we was young fellers—with old man
Bragg in the Dreadnaught—in '63
"Yes," assented Capt Lemuel,
thoughtfully, "an" speakm* 'bout the
Dreadnaught, do you remember how
we uster hook a share of the grog
bein' too young to hev' any, regular.
Blamed if I don't wit»h I had that ol'
tin pannikin o' mine here now, with
some in it."
Capt. Amos' heart gave a sudden
throb of anticipation.
"Say?" he remarked deprecatinglj|,
'course I ain't a-sayin' there is any
thing o' that sort aboard this dory, but
s'posm' there,wuz? Would you prom
ise—on the BiDle if we had one—not
to say anything to—to—Fairport, 'bout
my btin' capsized—if I gin' you
some'"
Capt. Higgins stopped his oar and
reaching forth, grasped his dory
mate shoulder, whirling him around
unceremoniously.
"Do you mean to say you've got
some licker, Amos Stubbs9" he de
manded sternly.
Capt Stubbs explained and produced
the flask.
Capt Higgins elevated for a long
minate and returned it with' a deep
sigh of satisfaction.
"It's curious how set some women
is agm' a little licker," he commented,
with glistening eyes, "all foolishness,
too."
"So 'tis—so 'tis," concurred Capt.
Amos, raising the flask in turn "I al'
lus said so 'specially if their fust hus
bands couldn't stand much, women is
all-fired queer, anyhow."
"They certainly be," acknowledged
the tall captain, eyeing the flask hope
fully, "an' that's one reason I've been
so everlastin' s'prised at seein' you a
chasm' one of 'em at your time of life,
throwin' over ol' friends an' actin'
stubborn an' cont'ray—'s if you was a
young feller o' 20."
"Me Ei-chasin' of 'em!" retorted Capt
Amos indignantly. "What hev' you
been dcin' yourself, I'd like to know?
Ain't you been a-goin' up to the wid
der's every Thursday night for the
last three years? An' trym' to pizen
her mind agin' me? 'Tain't your fault
she ain't Mis' Lemuel Higgins this
minit, nuther—why don't you say
suthin?"
Capt Higgins moistened his lips.
'If 'twan't for things bein' as they
be," he ventured hesitatingly, "I dunno
but I'd be tempted to make a sorter
proposition to you, Am Stubbs but I
s'pose it wouldn't be no use—you bein'
so set on marryin' Mis' Tompkins."
"I don't see's I'm any more set on
marrvm' of her than you be," Capt.
Amos retorted, with asperity. "What
kind of a proposition was you thmkin'
o' makin'?"
"Well," returned Lemuel, moving his
oar aimlessly, "I was goin' to say that
if things was the same between us as
they was once—I mean if there wan't
no widder—I'd ask you if you didn't
want to come in with me on my new
lobster contract? There'd be good
money for both of us in it, an' I've
got to hev' somebody."
Capt. Amos rubbed his chin, staring
ahead at the wide and scintillating
fairway the moon had flung down
clear to the dory's bow.
"Look here, Lem!" he blurted husk
ily ovei his shoulder "mebbe I'm a
fool but somehow, talkin' over old
times same's we've been doin', has
kindci made me feel diff'rent from the
way I've been a-feelin'. It seems to me
I ain't so all-fired set on the widder as
I thought I was. I'm gettin' along in
years an' I'm a good deal more set in
my ways than you be—you hev'ing
been carried once—so—so—so—" des
perately—"I'll come to the weddin'. 1
ain't sayin' this on account o' the offer
you made me, nuther—though I'd be
more'n glad to take up with it an' do
the cookin'," he concluded resolutely.
"Do you mean to say that you'll give
up the widder to me?" faltered Capt.
Lem in a curiously shaky voice.
"That's jest what I mean!" replied
Capt. Amos, steadily. "I've made up
my mind that there's some things that
Is more precious to'an ol' feller like
me than the love o' any woman ol'
times an' ol' friends—an'—an'—"
"Then we won't neither on us hev*
her," cried Capt. Lemuel triumphantly.
"S'pose we jes' give her the mitten, so
to speak, an' sheer off? We can begin
lobsterin' the fust of the week."
"Suits me to a T," broke in Capt.
Amos, delightedly.
He held out the flask joyfully.
"Let's finish the licker an' run 'er in
a-kitia'," he suggested.
(Copyright, 1906, by Joseph B. Bowles)
STRONG IN BROTHERLY LOVE
"Little Father's" Affection Was Proof
Against Weariness.
A story in the New York Press says
that a West side woman for several
weeks had noticed a little boy push
ing a rather old and shabby carriage
holding a plump baby. Obviously
they came from the cheap flats around
the corner and chose her block be
cause it was cool and shady, being
blessed with a few trees. The "lit
tle father" wasn't very rosy or ro
bust, but he lifted the big baby in
and out of the carriage and played
with it on the sidewalk without the
slightest show of fatigue or annoy
ance at occasional whimpers or the
wearing heat.
As she came in one day the woman
spoke to him. He had paused near
her stoop and she saw in his face that
pathetic old look that gives tragedy's
stamp to the children of the poor.
"Don't you ever get tired taking
care of that heavy baby and lifting
her around?" she asked with more
good will than tact.
His pale face flushed, and reproach
was mingled with surprise in his voice
as he answered: "Oh, no, ma'am
this is my little sister."
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the first practical application of steam
as a propelling power for vessels.
That the memory of the great in
ventor may be perpetuated, the Rob
ert Fulton Monument association pro
poses to erect on the banks of the
Hudson a marble and bronze monu
ment to cost $600,000. The clay mod
el of the monument has been com
pleted and approved, and now all that
remains to be done is to raise the
necessary money The design em
bodies the broadest ideas of the re
sults of Fulton's invention, the idea
being that all industries have been
developed with more or less rapid
ity through the application of steam
to navigation, and that through the
same agency the four quarters of the
earth have been brought together in
commerce and intercourse.
The design shows a heroic figure
of Fulton contemplating a model of
Cornelius Vanderbilt, President of
Fulton Monument Association.
the Clermont, surmounting a shaft
in which is supposed to be a wind
ing stairway to the observation land
ing. At the base of the shaft are sym
bolized the various spheres of human
industry, and the corners of the base
are ornamented with ethnological
groups depicting the four races of
men, or, in other words, the four cor
ners of the globe. The materials to
be used in its construction are white
marble and bronze.
The story of Robert Fulton's strug
gle with the problem of steam naviga
tion is an interesting one, his earlier
attempts proving failures, as did
those of numerous other inventors at
work on the same problem.
Naturally She Was Surprised.
"Why, papa," said the fair girl,
"wasn't that singular?"
"Wasn't what singular?" the old
gentleman asked, as he examined the
railway tickets which he had just
purchased.
"The man at the window was actu
ally polite, and he didn't seem to think
it impertinent of us to want to ride on
this road."—Chicago Record-Herald.
Faint.
"I understand you've got a call to
a distant church?"
"Yes, you might call it a call."
"What's the salary?"
"One thousand a year."
"That's no call that's just a whis
per."—Houston Post.
Wifely Encouragement.
"You seem to be worried, Michael
Oblalenskovitch," his wifevsaid.
"Yes," replied the Russian' terrorist,
"I blew up the wrong grand duke by
mistake this morning."
"But why should you worry about
that? The bomb has not been
wasted."—Chicago Record-Herald.
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TO PERPETUATE MEMORY
OF ROBERT FUL TON
Bronze and Marble Monument to be Erected on the Banks of
Hudson Where First Steamboat Was Run.
Just 100 years ago next August,
Robert Fulton, after many years of
effort, succeeded in making his trip
on the Hudson in his famous bteam
driven ship, the Clermont. The story
ot the birth of steamboat navigation
is one filled with the rivalries and
jealousies ot inventors who had for
^ears been struggling with the prob
lem of the application of steam to
navigation ot ships, and the contro
versy as to who was the original in
ventor of steam navigation has been
thrashed o\er and ovei from that
time to this
But however strong the claims of
Rumsey, who tried a steam-driven
vessel upon the Potomac, in 1785, or
John Fitch, or Patrick Millar, or Na
than Read, or even Robert L. Stevens,
who navigated a paddle wheel steamer
on the Hudson onlj* a few days after
the successful tup of Fulton, it has
been piactically conceded that Rob
ert Fulton is entitled to the credit for
As a boy Fulton was filled with the
idea of boats and boat propulsion, and
at the age of 13 he had constructed
paddle-wheels which he applied with
success to a fishing boat. He had a
strong artistic bent, and several years
of his young manhood were spent in
painting miniature portraits, land
scapes, etc, besides making mechan
ical and architectural drawings. At
the age ot 21 he went to London,
where he practiced his art, and it was
there that he began his experiments
in mechanics under the pationage of
various wealthy persons with whom
his art woik had brought him
touch He patented a mill for sawing
marble, and later made plans for the
construction of cast iron aqueducts,
and a great work of this kind was
built across the liver Dee
He also patented in England a ma
chine for spinning flax, a dredging
machine, a market or passage boat a
dispatch boat, and a trader, am
Proposed Design of the Fulton Memorial Monument.
phibious boat, as it was called, to
be used on canals. His treatise on
the Improvement of Canal Naviga
tion, written about this time, re
ceived wide circulation, and a copy
was sent to the president of the
United States by the author.
Soon after this Fulton returned to
the United States and continued his
experiments with torpedoes, and the
government appropriated $5,000 for
the testing of his torpedoes and sub
marine explosives
As early as 1793 Fulton had turned
his attention to steam navigation, but
it was not until ten years later that
his efforts took any tangible shape.
Then with the financial assistance of
Chancellor Livingston, he launched a
steamboat on the Seme, which, ow
ing to faulty construction of the frame,
immediately sank. Another boat was
built, with the old machinery, and a
trial trip was made, but no great
speed was attained.
However,, encouraged by this par
tial success, Fulton ordered an en
gine to be sent to the United States,
and returned to this country to con
tinue his experiments. Early in the
spring of 1807 the boat which was
to navigate the Hudson, and especially
the system of steam navigation, was
completed at a ship yard on the East
river. The engine was put in later,
and on August 11, of that year, the
Clermont steamed up the Hudson to
Albany, the voyage occupying 32
hours. Thus was the world given
the first steamboat of practical value,
and the credit and honor for the
great achievement are undoubtedly,
due to Robert Fulton.
For this reason it seems fitting that
the centennial of that notable achieve
ment should be marked by the erec
tion of a monument to the great in
ventor. At the Jamestown exposition
next year it is planned to observe)
Robert Fulton day, when the navies
of the world will be represented in
Hampton Roads, and a naval review
surpassing anything yet seen will be
witnessed. Cornelius Vanderbilt, who
is the presided of the monument as
sociation, will sail at the head of the
ships of war in his yacht.
The design of the Fulton monument
is by Leopold Bracony, and it is pro
posed to raise the sum necessary to
its creation in marble and bronze in
small subscriptions, and to place the
names of all donors of ten dollars or
more upon bronze tablets with which
the inner walls of the tomb, where
the remains of the inventor will rest,
are to be lined.
Stinging.
The humorous writer smiled, for
he enjoyed talking about his work,
especially when the lady was pretty,
and young.
"How on earth," she remarked, "do
you write ten jokes a day?"
"With a typewriter," rejoined the
humorist, and his smile widened.
But she stared at him quizzically.
"Oh," she said, "I thought you used
some copying process." Cassell's
Journal.
No Settlement There
"Mrs. Splash has gone into settle
ment work."
"I know one person who wouldn't
believe it."
"Who's that?"
"Her dressmaker." Detroit Free:
Press.
Was This Typical Literary Club?
The effects of our defunct literary,
club were sold at auction Tuesday*
They consisted of 17 jugs, nine empty]
barrels, a copy of Byron, two shot
guns and Webster's Unabridged Die*
tionary.—Whitsett (N. T.) Courier.
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