Mark Twain, a Biography — Volume I, Part 1: 1835-1866 eBook

Albert Bigelow Paine
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 325 pages of information about Mark Twain, a Biography — Volume I, Part 1.

Mark Twain, a Biography — Volume I, Part 1: 1835-1866 eBook

Albert Bigelow Paine
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 325 pages of information about Mark Twain, a Biography — Volume I, Part 1.

The fact is, he spent not more than a few days—­a fortnight at most—­in “butterfly idleness,” at the Lick House before he was hard at work on the ‘Call’, living modestly with Steve Gillis in the quietest place they could find, never quiet enough, but as far as possible from dogs and cats and chickens and pianos, which seemed determined to make the mornings hideous, when a weary night reporter and compositor wanted to rest.  They went out socially, on occasion, arrayed in considerable elegance; but their recreations were more likely to consist of private midnight orgies, after the paper had gone to press—­mild dissipations in whatever they could find to eat at that hour, with a few glasses of beer, and perhaps a game of billiards or pool in some all-night resort.  A printer by the name of Ward—­“Little Ward,”—­[L.  P. Ward; well known as an athlete in San Francisco.  He lost his mind and fatally shot himself in 1903.] —­they called him—­often went with them for these refreshments.  Ward and Gillis were both bantam game-cocks, and sometimes would stir up trouble for the very joy of combat.  Clemens never cared for that sort of thing and discouraged it, but Ward and Gillis were for war.  “They never assisted each other.  If one had offered to assist the other against some overgrown person, it would have been an affront, and a battle would have followed between that pair of little friends.”—­[S.  L. C., 1906.]—­Steve Gillis in particular, was fond of incidental encounters, a characteristic which would prove an important factor somewhat later in shaping Mark Twain’s career.  Of course, the more strenuous nights were not frequent.  Their home-going was usually tame enough and they were glad enough to get there.

Clemens, however, was never quite ready for sleep.  Then, as ever, he would prop himself up in bed, light his pipe, and lose himself in English or French history until sleep conquered.  His room-mate did not approve of this habit; it interfered with his own rest, and with his fiendish tendency to mischief he found reprisal in his own fashion.  Knowing his companion’s highly organized nervous system he devised means of torture which would induce him to put out the light.  Once he tied a nail to a string; an arrangement which he kept on the floor behind the bed.  Pretending to be asleep, he would hold the end of the string, and lift it gently up and down, making a slight ticking sound on the floor, maddening to a nervous man.  Clemens would listen a moment and say: 

“What in the nation is that noise”

Gillis’s pretended sleep and the ticking would continue.

Clemens would sit up in bed, fling aside his book, and swear violently.

“Steve, what is that d—­d noise?” he would say.

Steve would pretend to rouse sleepily.

“What’s the matter, Sam?  What noise?  Oh, I guess that is one of those death-ticks; they don’t like the light.  Maybe it will stop in a minute.”

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