"Let us apply these figures (the low wages too) to the 2,000 American factories--with this difference, to guard against over-guessing; that instead of allowing for 20 to 30 designers to a middle-sized factory, we allow only an average of 10 to each of the 2,000 factories--a total of 20,000 designers.Wages at $600, a total of $12,000,000.Let us consider that No.2 will reduce this expense to $2,000,000 a year.The saving is $5,000,000 per each of the $200,000,000 of capital employed in the jacquard business over there.
"Let us consider that in the countries covered by this patent, an aggregate of $1,500,000,000 of capital is employed in factories requiring No.2.
"The saving (as above) is $75,000,000 a year.The Company holding in its grip all these patents would collar $50,000,000 of that, as its share.
Possibly more.
"Competition would be at an end in the Jacquard business, on this planet.
Price-cutting would end.Fluctuations in values would cease.The business would be the safest and surest in the world; commercial panics could not seriously affect it; its stock would be as choice an investment as Government bonds.When the patents died the Company would be so powerful that it could still keep the whole business in its hands.Would you like to grant me the privilege of placing the whole jacquard business of the world in the grip of a single Company? And don't you think that the business would grow-grow like a weed?""Ach, America--it is the country of the big! Let me get my breath--then we will talk."So then we talked--talked till pretty late.Would Germany and England join the combination? I said the Company would know how to persuade them.
Then I asked for a Supplementary Option, to cover the world, and we parted.
I am taking all precautions to keep my name out of print in connection with this matter.And we will now keep the invention itself out of print as well as we can.Descriptions of it have been granted to the "Dry Goods Economist" (New York) and to a syndicate of American papers.Ihave asked Mr.Kleinberg to suppress these, and he feels pretty sure he can do it.
With love, S.L.C.
If this splendid enthusiasm had not cooled by the time a reply came from Mr.Rogers, it must have received a sudden chill from the letter which he inclosed--the brief and concise report from a carpet-machine expert, who said: "I do not feel that it would be of any value to us in our mills, and the number of jacquard looms in America is so limited that I am of the opinion that there is no field for a company to develop the invention here.A cursory examination of the pamphlet leads me to place no very high value upon the invention, from a practical standpoint."With the receipt of this letter carpet-pattern projects would seem to have suddenly ceased to be a factor in Mark Twain's calculations.
Such a letter in the early days of the type-machine would have saved him a great sum in money and years of disappointment.But perhaps he would not have heeded it then.
The year 1898 brought the Spanish-American War.Clemens was constitutionally against all wars, but writing to Twichell, whose son had enlisted, we gather that this one was an exception.
To Rev.J.H.Twichell, in Hartford:
KALTENLEUTGEBEN, NEAR VIENNA, June 17, '98.
DEAR JOE,--You are living your war-days over again in Dave, and it must be a strong pleasure, mixed with a sauce of apprehension--enough to make it just schmeck, as the Germans say.Dave will come out with two or three stars on his shoulder-straps if the war holds, and then we shall all be glad it happened.
We started with Bull Run, before.Dewey and Hobson have introduced an improvement on the game this time.
I have never enjoyed a war-even in written history--as I am enjoying this one.For this is the worthiest one that was ever fought, so far as my knowledge goes.It is a worthy thing to fight for one's *******; it is another sight finer to fight for another man's.And I think this is the first time it has been done.
Oh, never mind Charley Warner, he would interrupt the raising of Lazarus.
He would say, the will has been probated, the property distributed, it will be a world of trouble to settle the rows--better leave well enough alone; don't ever disturb anything, where it's going to break the soft smooth flow of things and wobble our tranquillity.
Company! (Sh! it happens every day--and we came out here to be quiet.)Love to you all.
MARK.
They were spending the summer at Kaltenleutgeben, a pleasant village near Vienna, but apparently not entirely quiet.Many friends came out from Vienna, including a number of visiting Americans.Clemens, however, appears to have had considerable time for writing, as we gather from the next to Howells.
To W.D.Howells, in America:
KALTENLEUTGEBEN, BEI WIEN, Aug.16, '98.
DEAR HOWELLS,--Your letter came yesterday.It then occurred to me that Imight have known (per mental telegraph) that it was due; for a couple of weeks ago when the Weekly came containing that handsome reference to me Iwas powerfully moved to write you; and my letter went on writing itself while I was at work at my other literature during the day.But next day my other literature was still urgent--and so on and so on; so my letter didn't get put into ink at all.But I see now, that you were writing, about that time, therefore a part of my stir could have come across the Atlantic per mental telegraph.In 1876 or '75 I wrote 40,000 words of a story called "Simon Wheeler" wherein the nub was the preventing of an execution through testimony furnished by mental telegraph from the other side of the globe.I had a lot of people scattered about the globe who carried in their pockets something like the old mesmerizer-button, made of different metals, and when they wanted to call up each other and have a talk, they "pressed the button" or did something, I don't remember what, and communication was at once opened.I didn't finish the story, though I re-began it in several new ways, and spent altogether 70,000words on it, then gave it up and threw it aside.