Mark Twain, a Biography. Complete eBook

Albert Bigelow Paine
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,890 pages of information about Mark Twain, a Biography. Complete.

Mark Twain, a Biography. Complete eBook

Albert Bigelow Paine
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,890 pages of information about Mark Twain, a Biography. Complete.

The days began and ended in tranquillity.  There were no special morning regulations:  One could have his breakfast at any time and at almost any place.  He could have it in bed if he liked, or in the loggia or livingroom, or billiard-room.  He might even have it in the diningroom, or on the terrace, just outside.  Guests—­there were usually guests —­might suit their convenience in this matter—­also as to the forenoons.  The afternoon brought games—­that is, billiards, provided the guest knew billiards, otherwise hearts.  Those two games were his safety-valves, and while there were no printed requirements relating to them the unwritten code of Stormfield provided that guests, of whatever age or previous faith, should engage in one or both of these diversions.

Clemens, who usually spent his forenoon in bed with his reading and his letters, came to the green table of skill and chance eager for the onset; if the fates were kindly, he approved of them openly.  If not—­well, the fates were old enough to know better, and, as heretofore, had to take the consequences.  Sometimes, when the weather was fine and there were no games (this was likely to be on Sunday afternoons), there were drives among the hills and along the Saugatuck through the Bedding Glen.

The cat was always “purring on the hearth” at Stormfield—­several cats —­for Mark Twain’s fondness for this clean, intelligent domestic animal remained, to the end, one of his happiest characteristics.  There were never too many cats at Stormfield, and the “hearth” included the entire house, even the billiard-table.  When, as was likely to happen at any time during the game, the kittens Sinbad, or Danbury, or Billiards would decide to hop up and play with the balls, or sit in the pockets and grab at them as they went by, the game simply added this element of chance, and the uninvited player was not disturbed.  The cats really owned Stormfield; any one could tell that from their deportment.  Mark Twain held the title deeds; but it was Danbury and Sinbad and the others that possessed the premises.  They occupied any portion of the house or its furnishings at will, and they never failed to attract attention.  Mark Twain might be preoccupied and indifferent to the comings and goings of other members of the household; but no matter what he was doing, let Danbury appear in the offing and he was observed and greeted with due deference, and complimented and made comfortable.  Clemens would arise from the table and carry certain choice food out on the terrace to Tammany, and be satisfied with almost no acknowledgment by way of appreciation.  One could not imagine any home of Mark Twain where the cats were not supreme.  In the evening, as at 21 Fifth Avenue, there was music—­the stately measures of the orchestrelle—­while Mark Twain smoked and mingled unusual speculation with long, long backward dreams.

It was three months from the day of arrival in Redding that some guests came to Stormfield without invitation—­two burglars, who were carrying off some bundles of silver when they were discovered.  Claude, the butler, fired a pistol after them to hasten their departure, and Clemens, wakened by the shots, thought the family was opening champagne and went to sleep again.

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