A Famous Yacht's Fate

Full many a large and handsoma yacht bas 'lost her owner because he has tiredof her, or, again, because aredncpd income forced hira to abandon the extravagant luxury, but here is one tbat, losing her master by his uutimely death, bas been specially provided for in her deoliuing years. títeadfast unto the end, she was not sold off for half price to get rid of her, but, like a faithful dog or horse thafc has outlived its days of usefulness, has been allowed to finish out her life in quiet repose. It is only a few years ago that the scboouer yacht Danntless was one of the very stanchest boats afloat. In a race across the Atlantic with the Coronet she did herself proud. Her commander was a commodore, and her graceful form was a familiar figure in the great yachting world. Now, with sails forever furled, with pennants hauled down for the last timo and honsing canvased over, the tugs at an anchor that seeras destined never to rise again. The master whom she thus serves iu spirit was in life Commodore Caldwell H. Ooit, the ouly child of the late Colonel Samuel Colt, the arms manufacturer. He died at Punta Gorda, Fia., about three years ago, whilo off on a cruise. This circumstance, together with his fondness for the boat, led his wealthy mother to preserve it, tbough no longer of use, jusfc as others lay away in a drawer the toys of dead children. So it is that the yacht idles her life away, a silent memorial. In 'further remembrance of the dead man's yachting career the new Colt memorial house in Hartford, costing several hundred throusand dollars, bears on its facade a beautiful reproduction of the Dauntlesa in sculptured stone and many other suggestions of the sea. Anchored off Essex, a few miles up from the mouth of the Connecticut river, the good old yacht is now living out her life of ease. It is said that she will never again go into commission - certainly not so long as the mother lives. The spot is qniet, secluded and all that a retired favorito could ask for in her old age, and the same waters that lap her side flow, 40 miles up stream, within a stone's throw of the celebrated factory whose macbinery produced the wealth that purchased and maintained the boat.