Among the many letters which Clemens was just then writing to Howells one was dated "Xmas Eve." It closes with the customary pleasantries and the final line:
"But it is growing dark. Merry Christmas to all of you!"
That last was a line of large significance. It meant that the air was filled with the whisper of hovering events and that he must mingle with the mystery of preparation. Christmas was an important season in the Clemens home. Almost the entire day before, Patrick was out with the sleigh, delivering food and other gifts in baskets to the poor, and the home preparations were no less busy. There was always a tree--a large one--and when all the gifts had been gathered in--when Elmira and Fredonia had delivered their contributions, and Orion and his wife in Keokuk had sent the annual sack of hickory-nuts (the big river-bottom nuts, big as a silver dollar almost, such nuts as few children of this later generation ever see) when all this happy revenue had been gathered, and the dusk of Christmas Eve had hurried the children off to bed, it was Mrs. Clemens who superintended the dressing of the tree, her husband a.s.sisting, with a willingness that was greater than his skill, and with a boy"s antic.i.p.ation in the surprise of it next morning.
Then followed the holidays, with parties and dances and charades, and little plays, with the Warner and Twich.e.l.l children. To the Clemens home the Christmas season brought all the old round of juvenile happiness--the spirit of kindly giving, the brightness and the merrymaking, the gladness and tenderness and mystery that belong to no other season, and have been handed down through all the ages since shepherds watched on the plains of Bethlehem.
Cx.x.xIII. THE THREE FIRES--SOME BENEFACTIONS
The tradition that fires occur in groups of three was justified in the Clemens household that winter. On each of three successive days flames started that might have led to ghastly results.
The children were croupy, and one morning an alcohol lamp near little Clara"s bed, blown by the draught, set fire to the canopy. Rosa, the nurse, entered just as the blaze was well started. She did not lose her presence of mind,--[Rosa was not the kind to lose her head. Once, in Europe, when Bay had crept between the uprights of a high bal.u.s.trade, and was hanging out over destruction, Rosa, discovering her, did not scream but spoke to her playfully and lifted her over into safety.]--but s.n.a.t.c.hed the little girl out of danger, then opened the window and threw the burning bedding on the lawn. The child was only slightly scorched, but the escape was narrow enough.
Next day little Jean was lying asleep in her crib, in front of an open wood fire, carefully protected by a firescreen, when a spark, by some ingenuity, managed to get through the mesh of the screen and land on the crib"s lace covering. Jean"s nurse, Julia, arrived to find the lace a gust of flame and the fire spreading. She grabbed the sleeping Jean and screamed. Rosa, again at hand, heard the scream, and rushing in once more opened a window and flung out the blazing bedclothes. Clemens himself also arrived, and together they stamped out the fire.
On the third morning, just before breakfast-time, Susy was practising at the piano in the school-room, which adjoined the nursery. At one end of the room a fire of large logs was burning. Susy was at the other end of the room, her back to the fire. A log burned in two and fell, scattering coals around the woodwork which supported the mantel. Just as the blaze was getting fairly started a barber, waiting to trim Mr. Clemens"s hair, chanced to look in and saw what was going on. He stepped into the nursery bath-room, brought a pitcher of water and extinguished the flames. This period was always referred to in the Clemens household as the "three days of fire."
Clemens would naturally make philosophical deductions from these coincidental dangers and the manner in which they had been averted. He said that all these things were comprehended in the first act of the first atom; that, but for some particular impulse given in that remote time, the alcohol flame would not have blown against the canopy, the spark would not have found its way through the screen, the log would not have broken apart in that dangerous way, and that Rosa and Julia and the barber would not have been at hand to save precious life and property.
He did not go further and draw moral conclusions as to the purpose of these things: he never drew conclusions as to purpose. He was willing to rest with the event. Logically he did not believe in reasons for things, but only that things were.
Nevertheless, he was always trying to change them; to have a hand in their improvement. Had you asked him, he would have said that this, too, was all in the primal atom; that his nature, such as it was, had been minutely embodied there.
In that charming volume, "My Mark Twain", Howells tells us of Clemens"s consideration, and even tenderness, for the negro race and his effort to repair the wrong done by his nation. Mark Twain"s writings are full of similar evidence, and in his daily life he never missed an opportunity to pay tribute to the humbler race. He would go across the street to speak to an old negro, and to take his hand. He would read for a negro church when he would have refused a cathedral. Howells mentions the colored student whose way through college Clemens paid as a partial reparation "due from every white man to every black man."--[Mark Twain paid two colored students through college. One of them, educated in a Southern inst.i.tution, became a minister of the gospel. The other graduated from the Yale Law School.]--This incident belongs just to the period of which we are now writing, and there is another which, though different enough, indicates the same tendency.
Garfield was about to be inaugurated, and it was rumored that Frederick Dougla.s.s might lose his position as Marshal of the District of Columbia.
Clemens was continually besought by one and another to use his influence with the Administration, and in every case had refused. Dougla.s.s had made no such, application. Clemens, learning that the old negro"s place was in danger, interceded for him of his own accord. He closed his letter to General Garfield:
A simple citizen may express a desire, with all propriety, in the matter of recommendation to office, and so I beg permission to hope that you will retain Mr. Dougla.s.s in his present office of Marshal of the District of Columbia, if such a course will not clash with your own preferences or with the expediencies and interests of your Administration. I offer this pet.i.tion with peculiar pleasure and strong desire, because I so honor this man"s high and blemishless character, and so admire his brave, long crusade for the liberties and elevation of his race.
He is a personal friend of mine, but that is nothing to the point; his history would move me to say these things without that, and I feel them, too.
Dougla.s.s wrote to Clemens, thanking him for his interest; at the end he said:
I think if a man is mean enough to want an office he ought to be n.o.ble enough to ask for it, and use all honorable means of getting it. I mean to ask, and I will use your letter as a part of my pet.i.tion. It will put the President-elect in a good humor, in any case, and that is very important.
With great respect, Gratefully yours, FREDERICK DOUGLa.s.s.
Mark Twain"s benefactions were not all for the colored race. One morning in February of this same year, while the family were at late breakfast, George came in to announce "a lady waiting to see Mr. Clemens in the drawing-room." Clemens growled.
"George," he said, "it"s a book agent. I won"t see her. I"ll die, in my tracks first."
He went, fuming and raging inwardly, and began at once to ask the nature of the intruder"s business. Then he saw that she was very young and modest, with none of the a.s.surance of a canva.s.ser, so he gave her a chance to speak. She told him that a young man employed in Pratt & Whitney"s machine-shops had made a statue in clay, and would like to have Mark Twain come and look at it and see if it showed any promise of future achievement. His name, she said, was Karl Gerhardt, and he was her husband. Clemens protested that he knew nothing about art, but the young woman"s manner and appearance (she seemed scarcely more than a child) won him. He wavered, and finally promised that he would come the first chance he had; that in fact he would come some time during the next week. On her suggestion he agreed to come early in the week; he specified Monday, "without fail."
When she was gone, and the door shut behind her, his usual remorse came upon him. He said to himself:
"Why didn"t I go now? Why didn"t I go with her now?"
She went from Clemens"s over to Warner"s. Warner also resisted, but, tempted beyond his strength by her charm, laid down his work and went at once. When he returned he urged Clemens to go without fail, and, true to promise, Clemens took Patrick, the coachman, and hunted up the place.
Clemens saw the statue, a seminude, for which the young wife had posed, and was struck by its evident merit. Mrs. Gerhardt told him the story of her husband"s struggles between his daily work and the effort to develop his talent. He had never had a lesson, she said; if he could only have lessons what might he not accomplish?
Mrs. Clemens and Miss Spaulding called next day, and were equally carried away with Karl Gerhardt, his young wife, and his effort to win his way in art. Clemens and Warner made up their minds to interest themselves personally in the matter, and finally persuaded the painter J. Wells Champney to come over from New York and go with them to the Gerhardts" humble habitation, to see his work. Champney approved of it.
He thought it well worth while, he said, for the people of Hartford to go to the expense of Gerhardt"s art education. He added that it would be better to get the judgment of a sculptor. So they brought over John Quincy Adams Ward, who, like all the others, came away bewitched with these young people and their struggles for the sake of art. Ward said:
"If any stranger had told me that this "prentice did not model that thing from plaster-casts I should not have believed it. It"s full of crudities, but it"s full of genius, too. Hartford must send him to Paris for two years; then, if the promise holds good, keep him there three more."
When he was gone Mrs. Clemens said:
"Youth, we won"t wait for Hartford to do it. It would take too long. Let us send the Gerhardts to Paris ourselves, and say nothing about it to any one else."
So the Gerhardts, provided with funds and an arrangement that would enable them to live for five years in Paris if necessary, were started across the sea without further delay.
Clemens and his wife were often doing something of this sort. There was seldom a time that they were not paying the way of some young man or woman through college, or providing means and opportunity for development in some special field of industry.
Cx.x.xIV. LITERARY PROJECTS AND A MONUMENT TO ADAM
Mark Twain"s literary work languished during this period. He had a world of plans, as usual, and wrote plentifully, but without direction or conclusion. "A Curious Experience," which relates a circ.u.mstance told to him by an army officer, is about the most notable of the few completed ma.n.u.scripts of this period.
Of the books projected (there were several), a burlesque manual of etiquette would seem to have been the most promising. Howells had faith in it, and of the still remaining fragments a few seem worth quoting:
AT BILLIARDS
If your ball glides along in the intense and immediate vicinity of the object-ball, and a count seems exquisitely imminent, lift one leg; then one shoulder; then squirm your body around in sympathy with the direction of the moving ball; and at the instant when the ball seems on the point of colliding throw up both of your arms violently. Your cue will probably break a chandelier, but no matter; you have done what you could to help the count.
AT THE DOG-FIGHT
If it occur in your block, courteously give way to strangers desiring a view, particularly ladies.
Avoid showing partiality toward the one dog, lest you hurt the feelings of the other one.
Let your secret sympathies and your compa.s.sion be always with the under dog in the fight--this is magnanimity; but bet on the other one--this is business.
AT POKER
If you draw to a flush and fail to fill, do not continue the conflict.
If you hold a pair of trays, and your opponent is blind, and it costs you fifty to see him, let him remain unperceived.
If you hold nothing but ace high, and by some means you know that the other man holds the rest of the aces, and he calls, excuse yourself; let him call again another time.
WALL STREET
If you live in the country, buy at 80, sell at 40. Avoid all forms of eccentricity.