DEAR MR.GATTS,--It is indeed a high compliment which you offer me in naming an association after me and in proposing the setting apart of a Mark Twain day at the great St.Louis fair, but such compliments are not proper for the living; they are proper and safe for the dead only.Ivalue the impulse which moves you to tender me these honors.I value it as highly as any one can, and am grateful for it, but I should stand in a sort of terror of the honors themselves.So long as we remain alive we are not safe from doing things which, however righteously and honorably intended, can wreck our repute and extinguish our friendships.
I hope that no society will be named for me while I am still alive, for Imight at some time or other do something which would cause its members to regret having done me that honor.After I shall have joined the dead Ishall follow the customs of those people and be guilty of no conduct that can wound any friend; but until that time shall come I shall be a doubtful quantity like the rest of our race.
Very truly yours, S.L.CLEMENS.
The National Mark Twain Association did not surrender easily.Mr.
Gatts wrote a second letter full of urgent appeal.If Mark Twain was tempted, we get no hint of it in his answer.
To T.F.Gatts, of Missouri:
NEW YORK, June 8, 1903.
DEAR MR.GATTS,--While I am deeply touched by the desire of my friends of Hannibal to confer these great honors upon me, I must still forbear to accept them.Spontaneous and unpremeditated honors, like those which came to me at Hannibal, Columbia, St.Louis and at the village stations all down the line, are beyond all price and are a treasure for life in the memory, for they are a free gift out of the heart and they come without solicitations; but I am a Missourian and so I shrink from distinctions which have to be arranged beforehand and with my privity, for I then became a party to my own exalting.I am humanly fond of honors that happen but chary of those that come by canvass and intention.
With sincere thanks to you and your associates for this high compliment which you have been minded to offer me, I am, Very truly yours, S.L.CLEMENS.
We have seen in the letter to MacAlister that Mark Twain's wife had been ordered to Italy and plans were in progress for an establishment there.By the end of June Mrs.Clemens was able to leave Riverdale, and she made the journey to Quarry Farm, Elmira, where they would remain until October, the month planned for their sailing.The house in Hartford had been sold; and a house which, prior to Mrs.Clemens's breakdown they had bought near Tarrytown (expecting to settle permanently on the Hudson) had been let.They were going to Europe for another indefinite period.
At Quarry Farm Mrs.Clemens continued to improve, and Clemens, once more able to work, occupied the study which Mrs.Crane had built for him thirty years before, and where Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn and the Wandering Prince had been called into being.
To Rev.J.H.Twichell, in Hartford, Conn.:
QUARRY FARM, ELMIRA, N.Y., July 21, '03.
DEAR JOE,--That love-letter delighted Livy beyond any like utterance received by her these thirty years and more.I was going to answer it for her right away, and said so; but she reserved the privilege to herself.I judge she is accumulating Hot Stuff--as George Ade would say....
Livy is coming along: eats well, sleeps some, is mostly very gay, not very often depressed; spends all day on the porch, sleeps there a part of the night, makes excursions in carriage and in wheel-chair; and, in the matter of superintending everything and everybody, has resumed business at the old stand.
Did you ever go house-hunting 3,000 miles away? It costs three months of writing and telegraphing to pull off a success.We finished 3 or 4 days ago, and took the Villa Papiniano (dam the name, I have to look at it a minutes after writing it, and then am always in doubt) for a year by cable.Three miles outside of Florence, under Fiesole--a darling location, and apparently a choice house, near Fiske.
There's 7 in our gang.All women but me.It means trunks and things.
But thanks be! To-day (this is private) comes a most handsome voluntary document with seals and escutcheons on it from the Italian Ambassador (who is a stranger to me) commanding the Customs people to keep their hands off the Clemens's things.Now wasn't it lovely of him? And wasn't it lovely of me to let Livy take a pencil and edit my answer and knock a good third of it out?
And that's a nice ship--the Irene! new--swift--13,000 tons--rooms up in the sky, open to sun and air--and all that.I was desperately troubled for Livy--about the down-cellar cells in the ancient "Latin."The cubs are in Riverdale, yet; they come to us the first week in August.
With lots and lots of love to you all, MARK.
The arrangement for the Villa Papiniano was not completed, after all, and through a good friend, George Gregory Smith, a resident of Florence, the Villa Quarto, an ancient home of royalty, on the hills west of Florence, was engaged.Smith wrote that it was a very beautiful place with a south-eastern exposure, looking out toward Valombrosa and the Chianti Hills.It had extensive grounds and stables, and the annual rental for it all was two thousand dollars a year.It seemed an ideal place, in prospect, and there was great hope that Mrs.Clemens would find her health once more in the Italian climate which she loved.
Perhaps at this point, when Mark Twain is once more leaving America, we may offer two letters from strangers to him--letters of appreciation--such as he was constantly receiving from those among the thousands to whom he had given happiness.The first is from Samuel Merwin, one day to become a popular novelist, then in the hour of his beginnings.
To Mark Twain, from Samuel Merwin:
PLAINFIELD, N.J.
August 4, 1903.
DEAR MR.CLEMENS,--For a good many years I have been struggling with the temptation to write you and thank you for the work you have done; and to-day I seem to be yielding.