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About Google Book Search Google's mission is to organize the world's information and to make it universally accessible and useful. Google Book Search helps readers discover the world's books while helping authors and publishers reach new audiences. You can search through the full text of this book on the web at |http : //books . google . com/ f«**N " /iAR^P^^^ ^it^ML ORDlNARy I i oo gle -rH±e anm R-f Di;.DQr.ur2.TQ Digitized by Google Scy Digitized by Google Digitized by Google Digitized by Google Digitized by Google m f Digitized by Google Digitized by Google The Innjrdif <»/ Ami ihf Conn 'J It THUSE HXfR AMI RiLAX vv li.: .\(; cc)^:i'A^\^ Digitized by Google I, 1 *. i <*♦ Digitized by VjOOQIC The Tragedy of PUDD'NHEAD WILSON And the Comedy THOSE EXTRAORDINARY TWINS BY MARK TWAIN (Samuel L. Clemens) TMlltb yftatflinal ITUuatratfone. 1897 HARTFORD, CONN. AMERICAN PUBLISHING COMPANY, Digitized by Google Copyright, 1894, by OLIVIA L. CLEMENS The right of dramatization and translation reserved. Digitized by Google PUDD'NHEAD WILSON Digitized by Google COrrmOMT. 18M-1894. ■▼ THt CINTMIY COUPMr. m THE CtNTUKV MAOAANt. COfVmaHT, 18M, BT OUVIA L. CLtMfnS (AU. RlQMTt MMNVtO.) Digitized by Google A WHISPER TO THE READER. There is no character, howsoever good and fine, but it can be destroyed by ridicule, howsoever poor and witless. Observe the ass, for instance : his character is about perfect, he is the choicest spirit among all the humbler animals, yet see what ridicule has brought him to. Instead of feeling complimented when we are called an ass, we are left in doubt. — Pudd'nhead WilsofCs Calendar. A PERSON who is ignorant of legal matters is al- ways liable to make mistakes when he tries to pho- tograph a court scene with his pen ; and so I was not willing to let the law chapters in this book go to press without first subjecting them to rigid and ex- hausting revision and correction by a trained barris- ter—if that is what they are called. These chapters are right, now, in every detail, for they were rcwrit-f ten under the immediate eye of William Hicks, who studied law part of a while in southwest M[s-'> souri thirty-five years ago and then came over here to Florence for his health and is still helping for exercise and board in Macaroni Vermicelli's horse* feed shed which is up the back alley as you turn around the corner out of the Piazza del Duoino just beyond the house where that stone that Dante used to sit on six hundred years ago is let into the wall 15 DtgiTTzei 5fS©6gle^ i6 A Whisper to the Reader. when he let on to be watching them build Giotto's campanile and yet always got tired looking as soon as Beatrice passed along on her way to get a chunk of chestnut cake to defend herself with in case of a Ghibelline outbreak before she got to school, at the same old stand where they sell the same old cake to this day and it is just as light and good as it was then, too, and this is not flattery, far from it. He was a little rusty on his law, but he rubbed up for this book, and those two or three legal chapters are right and straight, now. He told me so himself. Given under my hand this second day of January, 1893, at the Villa Viviani, village of Settignano, three miles back of Florence, on the hills — the same certainly affording the most charming view to be found on this planet, and with it the most dream- like and enchanting sunsets to be found in any p]anet or even in any solar system — and given, too, in the swell room of the house, with the busts of Cerretani senators and other grandees of this line looking approvingly down upon me as they used to " ^t look down upon Dante, and mutely asking me to ^^} adopt them into my family, which I do with pleas- ' ure, for my remotest ancestors are but spring chick- ^ ens compared with these robed and stately antiques, and it will be a great and satisfying lift for me, that six hundred years will. Mark Twain. Digitized by Google PUDD'NHEAD WILSON. CHAPTER I. Tell the truth or trump — ^but get the trick. — Pudd'n- head Wilson's Calendar, The scene of this chronicle is the town of Dawson's Landing, on the Missouri side of the Mississippi, half a day's journey, per steamboat, below St. Louis. In .1830 it was a snug little collection of modest one- and two-story frame dwellings whose whitewashed exteriors were almost concealed from sight by climbing tangles of rose-vines, honeysuckles and morning-glories. Each of these pretty homes had a garden in front fenced with white palings and opulently stocked with hollyhocks, marigolds, touch-me- nots, prince's-feathers and other old-fashioned flowers ; while on the window-sills of the houses stood wooden boxes containing moss- 17 Digitized by VjOOQIC I8 Pudd'nhead Wilson. -^ i^ rose plants and terra-cotta pots in which grew a breed of geranium whose spread of intensely red blossoms accented the prevailing pink tint of the rose-clad house-front like an explosion of flame. When there was room on the ledge outside of the pots and boxes for a cat^ the cat was there — in sunny weather — stretched at full length, asleep and blissfuU with her furry belly to the sun and a paw curved over her nose. Then that house was complete, and its contentment and peace were made manifest to the world by this symbol, whose testimony is infallible. A home with- out a cat — and a well-fed, well-petted and prqperly revered cat — may be a perfect home, perhaps, but how can it prove title ? All along the streets, on both sides, at the outer edge of the brick sidewalks, stood locust-trees with trunks protected by wooden boxing, and these furnished shade for sum- mer and a sweet fragrance in spring when the clusters of buds came forth. The main street, one block back from the river, and running parallel with it, was the sole business street. It was six blocks lonjj, and in each block two '^-^^^f^ Digitized by Google PUDDNHEAD WiLSON. 19 or three brick stores three stories high towered above interjected bunches of little frame shops. Swinorine si^j^ns creaked in the wind, the street's whole length. The candy-striped pole which indicates nobility proud and ancient along the palace-bordered canals of Venice, indicated merely the humble barber- shop along the main street of Dawson's Landing. On a chief corner stood a lofty unpainted pole wreathed from top to bottom with tin pots and pans and cups, the chief tinmonger's noisy notice to the world (when the wind blew) that his shop was on hand for business at that corner. The hamlet's front was washed by the clear waters of the great river ; its body stretched itself rearward up a gentle incline ; its most rearward border fringed itself out and scat- tered its houses about the base-line of the hills ; the hills rose high, inclosing the town in a half-moon curve, clothed with forests from foot to summit. Steamboats passed up and down every hour or so. Those belonging to the little Cairo line and the little Memphis line always k' 20 Pudd'nhead Wilson. stopped ; the big Orleans liners stopped for hails only, or to land passengers or freight ; and this was the case also with the great flotilla of *' transients." These latter came out of a dozen rivers — the Illinois, the Miss- ouri, the Upper Mississippi, the Ohio, the Monongahela, the Tennessee, the Red River, the White River, and so on ; and were bound every whither and stocked with every imagin- able comfort or necessity which the Miss- &,^^0 issippi's communities could want, from the frosty Falls of St. Anthony down through nine climates to torrid New Orleans. Dawson's Landing was a slaveholding town, with a rich slave-worked grain and pork country back of it. The town was sleepy and comfortable and contented. It was fifty years ^ old, and was growing slowly — very slowly, in fact, but still it was growing. t) The chief citizen was York Leicester Dris- ~ ^'^^^coll, about forty years old, judge of the ^!;i^_ "l|| county court. He was very proud of his old Virginian ancestry, and in his hospitalities and his rather formal and stately manners he kept up its traditions. He was fine and just Digitized by VjOOQIC Pudd'nhead Wilson. 21 and generous. To be a gentleman — a gentle- man without stain or blemish — was his only religion, and to it he was always faithful. He was respected, esteemed and beloved by all the community. He was well off, and was gradually adding to his store. He and his wife were very nearly happy, but not quite, for they had no children. The longing for the treasure of a child h id grown stronger and stronger as the years slipped away, but the blessing never came — and was never to come. With this pair lived the Judge's widowed sister, Mrs. Rachel Pratt, and she also was childless — childless, and sorrowful for that reason, and not to be comforted. The women were good and commonplace people, and did their duty and had their reward in clear con- sciences and the community's approbation. They were Presbyterians, the Judge was a free-thinker. Pembroke Howard, lawyer and bachelor, aged about forty, was another old Virginian grandee with proved descent from the First Families. He was a fine, brave, majestic ^Google J 22 Pudd'nhead Wilson. Wi: o <^-H);:: ':>r. 0, creature, a gentleman according to the nicest requirements of the Virginia rule, a devoted Presbyterian, an authority on the **code," and a man always courteously ready to stand up before you in the field if any act or word of his had seemed doubtful or suspicious to you, and explain it with any weapon you might prefer from brad-awls to artillery. He was very popular with the people, and was the Judge's dearest friend. Then there was Colonel Cecil Burleigh Essex, another F. F. V. of formidable caliber — however, with him we have no concern. Percy Northumberland Driscoll, brother to the Judge, and younger than he by five years, was a married man, and had had children around his hearthstone ; but they were at- tacked in detail by measles, croup and scar- let fever, and this had given the doctor a chance with his effective antediluvian methods ; so the cradles were empty. He was a pros- perous man, with a good head for specula- tions, and his fortune was growing. On the 1st of February, 1830, two boy babes were born in his house : one to him, the other to V..- -^4,, cZ? Digitized by Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. 23 one of his slave girls, Roxana by name. Roxana was twenty years old. She was up and around the same day, with her hands full, for she was tending both babies. Mrs. Percy Driscoll died within the week. Roxy remained in charge of the children. She had her own way, for Mr. Driscoll soon absorbed himself in his speculations and left her to her own devices. In that same month of February, Dawson's Landing gained a new citizen. This was Mr. David Wilson, a young fellow of Scotch parentage. He had wandered to this remote region from his birthplace in the interior of the State of New Yofk, to seek his fortune. He was twenty-five years old, college-bred, and had finished a post-college course in an Eastern law school a couple of years before. He was a homely, freckled, sandy-haired young fellow, with an intelligent blue eye that had frankness and comradeship in it and a covert twinkle of a pleasant sort. But for an unfortunate remark of his, he would no doubt have entered at once upon a successful career at Dawson's Landing. But he made his fatal re- Ln. ''y-r'i^. 24 PuDD'NiiEAD Wilson. mark the first day he spent in the village, and it *' gaged " him. He had just made the acquain- tance of a group of citizens when an invisible dog began to yelp and snarl and howl and make himself very comprehensively disagree- able, whereupon young Wilson said, much as one who is thinking aloud — " I wish I owned half of that dog." " Why ? " somebody asked. *' Because I would kill my half." The group search.ed his face with curiosity^ with anxiety even, but found no light there, no expression that they could read. They fell away from him as from something uncanny, and went into privacy to discuss him. One said : ** Tears to be a fool." I *• Tears ?" said another. ** /s, I reckon you better say." '* Said he wished he owned half oi the dog» the idiot," said a third. ** What did he reckon would become of the other half if he killed his half ? Do you reckon he thought it would live ? " '* Why, he must have thought it, unless he is the downrightest fool in the world; because if Digitized by Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. 25 he had n't thought it, he would have wanted to own the whole dog, knowing that if he killed his half and the other half died, he would be responsible for that half just the same as if he had killed that half instead of his own. Don't it look that way to you, gents ?" ** Yes, it does. If he owned one half of the general dog, it would be so ; if he owned one end of the dog and another person owned the other end, it would be so, just the same ; par- ticularly in the first case, because if you kill one half of a general dog, there ain't any man that can tell whose half it was, but if he owned one end of the dog, maybe he could kill his end of it and " *' No, he could n't either; he could n't and not be responsible if the other end died, which f^ it would. In my opinion the man ain't in his right mifid." *' In my opinion he \\^An\ goi any mind." No. 3 said : '* Well, he 's a lummox, any- way." *' That 's what he is," said No. 4, " he 's a labrick — ^just a Simon-pure labrick, if ever C^^ there was one.*' \ Digitized by Google 26 PUDD*NHEAD WiLSON. " Yes, Sir, he 's a dam fool, that's the way I put him up," said No. 5. '* Anybody can think different that wants to, but those are my senti- ments." ** I 'm with you, gentlemen," said No. 6. " Perfect jackass — yes, and it ain't going too far to say he is a pudd'nhead. If he ain't a pudd'nhead, I ain't no judge, that's all." Mr. Wilson stood elected. The incident was told all over the town, and gravely discussed by everybody. Within a week he had lost his first name; Pudd'nhead took its place. In time he came to be liked, and well liked too ; but by that time the nickname had got well stuck on, and it stayed. That first day's ver- dict made him a fool, and he was not able to get it set aside, or even modified. The nick- name soon ceased to carry any harsh or un- friendly feeling with it, but it held its place, and was to continue to hold its place for twenty long years. Digitized by Google CHAPTER II. Adam was but human — this explains it all. He did not want the apple for the apple's sake, he wanted it only because it was forbidden. The mistake was in not for- bidding the serpent ; then he would have eaten the ser- pent. — Puditnhead Wilson's Calendar, Pudd'nhead Wilson had a trifle of money when he arrived, and he bought a small house on the extreme western verge of the town. Be- tween it and Judire Driscoirs house there was only a grassy yard, with a paling fence divid- J^^^^^^^^4 ing the properties in the middle. He hired a small office down in the town and hung out [| ^foj a tin sio:n with these words on it : sun^rr-^pTyc =i ^ ^^a OAVIO V^IISON „ CQhTi **»*C<^Q Cil DAVID WILSON. ATTORNEY AND COUNSELOR-AT-LAW. SURVEYING, CONVEYANCING, ETC. But his deadly remark had ruined his chance -at least in the law. No clients came. He |WWOT 27 Digitized by Google 28 Pudd'nhead Wilson. took down his sign, after a while, and put it up on his own house with the law features knocked out of it. It offered his services now in the humble capacities of land-surveyor and expert accountant. Now and then he got a job of sur- veying to do, and now and then a merchant got him to straighten out his books. With Scotch patience and pluck he resolved to live down his reputation and work his way into the legal field yet. Poor fellow, he could not foresee that it was going to take him such a weary long time to do it. He had a rich abundance of idle time, but it never hung heavy on his hands, for he in- terested himself in every new thing that was born into the universe of ideas, and studied it and experimented upon it at his house. One ^J^'^ of his pet fads was palmistry. To another one ^^he gave no name, neither would he explain to anybody what its purpose was, but merely said It was an amusement. In fact he had found that his fads added to his reputation as a pud- d'nhead ; therefore he was growing chary of being too communicative about them. The fad without a name w^as one which dealt with Digitized by Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. 29 people's finger-marks. He carried in his coat pocket a shallow box with grooves in it, and in the grooves strips of glass five inches long and three inches wide. Along the lower edge of each strip was pasted a slip of white paper. He asked people to pass their hands through their hair (thus collecting upon them a thin coating of the natural oil) and then make a thumb-mark on a glass strip, following it with the mark of the ball of each finger in succes- sion. Under this row of faint grease-prints he would write a record on the strip of white pa- per — thus : John Smith, right hand — and add the day of the month and the year, then take Smith's left hand on another glass ,, strip, and add name and date and the words/ I' 1 " left hand." The strips were now returned to the grooved box, and took their place "—^ among what Wilson called his ** records." He often studied his records, examining and poring over them with absorbing interest until far into the night ; but what he found there — Digitized by Google 30 Pudd'nhead Wilson. if he found anything — he revealed to no one. Sometimes he copied on paper the involved and delicate pattern left by the ball of a finger, and then vastly enlarged it with a pantograph so that he could examine its web of curving lines with ease and convenience. One sweltering afternoon — it was the first day of July, 1830 — he was at work over a set of tangled account-books in his work-room, which looked westward over a stretch of va- cant lots, when a conversation outside dis- turbed him. It was carried on in yells, which showed that the people engaged in it were not close together : ** Say, Roxy, how does yo' baby come on ?'" This from the distant voice. " Fust-rate ; how does you come on, Jas- per ?" This yell was from close by. •' Oh, I 's middlin' ; hain't got noth'n' to complain of. I 's gwine to come a-court'n' you bimeby, Roxy." '* You is, you black mud-cat ! Yah — yah — yah ! I got somep'n' better to do den 'sociat'n^ wid niggers as black as you is. Is ole Miss Cooper's Nancy done give you de mitten ? '" ytoed by Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. 31 Roxy followed this sally with another dis- charge of care-free laughter. "You 's jealous, Roxy, dat 's what 's de matter wid you, you hussy — yah — yah — yah ! Dat 's de time I got you !" *' Oh, yes, you got me, hain't you. 'Clah to goodness if dat conceit o' yo'n strikes in, Jas- per, it gwine to kill you sho*. If you belonged to me I 'd sell you down de river 'fo' you git too fur gone. Fust time I runs acrost yo' niarster, I 's gwine to tell him so." This idle and aimless jabber went on and on, both parties enjoying the friendly duel and each, well satisfied with his own share of the wit exchanged — for wit they considered it. Wilson stepped to the window to observe the combatants ; he could not work while their chatter continued. Over in the vacant lots was Jasper, young, coal-black and of magnificent build, sitting on a wheelbarrow in the pelting sun — at work, supposably, whereas he was in fact only preparing for it by taking an hour's rest before beginning. In front of Wilson's porch stood Roxy, with a local hand-made baby-wagon, in which sat her two charges — ^. V.' V^ Digitized by <^oogle 32 Pudd'nhead Wilson. 'S:}:r':^:,^^ i •' one at each end and facing each other. From Roxy's manner of speech, a stranger would have expected her to be black, but she was not. Only one sixteenth of her was black, and that sixteenth did not show. She was of ma- jestic form and stature, her attitudes were imposing and statuesque, and her gestures and movements distinguished by a noble and stately grace. Her complexion was very fair, with the rosy glow of vigorous health in the cheeks, her face was full of character and ex- ..pression, her eyes were brown and liquid, and ^ she had a heavy suit of fine soft hair which was .; also brown, but the fact was not apparent be- ., cause her head was bound about with acheck- -. ered handkerchief and the hair was concealed .. under it. Her face was shapely, intelligent and comely — even beautiful. She had an easy, independent carriage — when she was among - her own caste — and a high and *' sassy " way, withal ; but of course she was meek and hum- ble enough where white people were. To all intents and purposes Roxy was as white as anybody, but the one sixteenth of her which was black outvoted the other fifteen Digitized by Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. 33 parts and made her a negro. She was a slave, and salable as such. Her child was thirty-one parts white, and he, too, was a slave, and by a fiction of law and custom a negro. He had blue eyes and flaxen curls like his white comrade, but even the father of the white child was able to tell the children apart — little as he had commerce with them — -_i; by their clothes : for the white babe wore ruffled soft muslin and a coral necklace, while the other wore merely a coarse tow-linen shirt which barely reached to its knees, and no jewelry. The white child's name was Thomas k Becket Driscoll, the other's name was Valet de Chambre : no surname — slaves had n't the privilege. Roxana had heard that phrase somewhere, the fine sound of it had pleased her ear, and as she had supposed it was a name, she loaded it on to her darling. It soon got shortened to *' Chambers," of course. Wilson knew Roxy by sight, and when the duel of wit began to play out, he stepped out- side to gather in a record or two. Jasper went to work energetically, at once, perceiv- Digitized by Google 34 Pudd'nhead Wilson. ing that his leisure was observed. Wilson inspected the children and asked — ** How old are they, Roxy ?" " Bofe de same age, sir — five months. Bawn de fust o* February." ** They're handsome little chaps. One's just as handsome as the other, too." A delighted smile exposed the girl's white teeth, and she said : *' Bless yo' soul, Misto Wilson, it 's pow'fui nice o* you to say dat, 'ca'se one of 'em ain't on'y a nigger. Mighty prime little nigger, / al'ays says, but dat's case it's mine, o' course." *' How do you tell them apart, Roxy, when they have n't any clothes on ? " Roxy laughed a laugh proportioned to her I ( size, and said : ** Oh, / kin tell 'em 'part, Misto Wilson, but I bet Marse Percy could n't, not to save his life." Wilson chatted along for awhile, and pres- "^ ently got Roxy's finger-prints for his collec- tion — right hand and left — on a couple of his glass strips ; then labeled and dated them, and took the '* records " of both children, and labeled and dated them also. /\ >... J^Mf Digitized by Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. 35 Two months later, on the 3d of September, he took this trio of finger-marks again. He liked to have a ** series," two or three ** tak- ings " at intervals during the period of child- hood, these to be followed by others at inter- vals of several years. The next day — that is to say, on the 4th of September — something occurred which pro- foundly impressed Roxana. Mr. Driscoll missed another small sum of money — which is a way of saying that this was not a new thing, but had happened before. In truth it had happened three times before. Driscoll's patience was exhausted. He was a fairly humane man toward slaves and other animals ; he was an exceedingly humane man toward the erring of his own race. Theft he could not abide, and plainly there was a thief in his house. Necessarily the thief must be one of his negroes. Sharp measures must be taken. X^'- '^ ^ .'^ .^ i - c He called his servants before him. There ^ ^'V 'X wj were three of these, besides Roxy : a man, a kV*^'.,,;*''^*'"^ woman, and a boy twelve years old, were not related. Mr. Driscoll said : ** You have all been warned before* It has I 36 Pudd'nhead Wilson. done no good. This time I will teach you a lesson. I will sell the thief. Which of you is the guilty one ?" They all shuddered at the threat, for here they had a good home, and a new one was likely to be a change for the worse. The de- nial was general. None had stolen anything — not money, anyway — a little sugar, or cake, or honey, or something like that, that ** Marse Percy wouldn't mind or miss," but not money — never a cent of money. They were elo- quent in their protestations, but Mr. Driscoll was not moved by them. He answered each in turn with a stern ** Name the thie^!" The truth was, all were guilty buf Roxana ; she suspected that the others were guilty, but she did not know them to be so. She was horrified to think how near she had come to being guilty herself ; she had been saved in the nick of time by a revival in the colored Methodist Church, a fortnight before, at which time and place she *'got religion/* The very next day after that gracious experi- ence, while her change of style was fresh upon her and she was vain of her purified Digitized by Google PUDD*NHEAD WiLSON. 37 condition, her master left a couple of dollars lying unprotected on his desk, and she hap- pened upon that temptation when she was polishing around with a dust-rag. She looked at the money awhile with a steadily rising re- sentment, then she burst out with — ** Dad blame dat revival, I wisht it had V be'n put off till to-morrow ! " Then she covered the tempter with a book, and another member of the kitchen cabinet got it. She made this sacrifice as a matter of religious etiquette ; as a thing necessary just now, but by no means to be wrested into a precedent ; no, a week or two would limber up her piety, then she would be rational again, and the next two dollars that got left out in the cold would find a comforter — and she could name the comforter. Was she bad? Was she worse than the general run of her race ? No, They had an unfair show in the battle of life, and they held It no sin to take military advantage of the en- emy — in a small way ; in a small way, but not in a large one. They would smouch provi- sions from the pantry whenever they got a 38 Pudd'nhead Wilson. chance ; or a brass thimble, or a cake of wax, or an emery-bag, or a paper of needles, or a silver spoon, or a dollar bill, or small articles of clothing, or any other property of light value ; and so far were they from considering such reprisals sinful, that they would go to church and shout and pray the loudest and sincerest with their plunder in their pockets. A farm smoke-house had to be kept heavily padlocked, for even the colored deacon . him- self could not resist a ham when Providence showed him in a dream, or otherwise, where ^ such a thing hung lonesome and longed for some one to love. But with a hundred hang- ing before him the deacon would not take two — that is, on the same night. On frosty nights the humane negro prowler would warm the end of a plank and put it up under the ^ /c. '"^ / ^ ..>-/ cold claws of chickens roostihcr in a tree ; a # -^ drowsy hen would step on to the comfortable ^-^^ .,# board, softly clucking her gratitude, and the prowler would dump her into his bag, and / later into his stomach, perfectly sure that in C,<3:' <^ jltakini/ this triiltf from the man who daily trr nestii treasure — his ed by Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. 39 liberty — he was not committing any sin thai God would remember against him in the Last Great Day. '* Name the thief ! " For the fourth time Mr. Driscoll had said it, and always in the same hard tone. And now he added these words of awful import : ** I give you one minute " — he took out his -watch. '* If at the end of that time you have not confessed, I will not only sell all four of you, but — I will sell you down the river!" It was equivalent to condemning them to hell! No Missouri negro doubted this. Roxy reeled in her tracks and the color van- ished out of her face ; the others dropped to ^^ their knees as if they had been shot ; tears gushed from their eyes, their supplicating hands went up, and three answers came in the one instant : " I done it ! " " I done it 1 " " I done it 1 — have mercy, marster — Lord have mercy on us po' niggers ! " ** Very good," said the master, putting up his watch, '* I will sell you here though you don't ^1 ^Al^ Digitized by Google 40 Pudd'nhead Wilson. deserve it. You ought to be sold down the river." The culprits flung themselves prone, in an ecstasy of gratitude, and kissed his feet, de- claring that they would never forget his good- ness and never cease to pray for him as long as they lived. They were sincere, for like a god he had stretched forth his mighty hand and closed the gates of hell against them. He knew, himself, that he had done a noble and gracious thing, and was privately well pleased with his magnanimity ; and that night he set the incident down in his diary, so that his son might read it in after years, and be thereby moved to deeds of gentleness and humanity himself. Digitized by Google CHAPTER III. Whoever has lived long enough to find out what life is, knows how deep a debt of gratitude we owe to Adam, the first great benefactor of our race. He brought death into the world. — Fudd'nhead Wilson's Calendar. Percy Driscoll slept well the night he saved his house-minions from going down the river, but no wink of sleep visited Roxy s eyes. A profound terror had taken posses- sion of her. Her child could grow up and be sold down the river ! The thought crazed her with horror. If she dozed and lost herself for a moment, the next moment she was on her feet flying to her child's cradle to see if it was still there. Then she would gather it to her heart and pour out her love upon it in a frenzy of kisses, moaning, crying, and say- ing •* Dey sha n't, oh, dey sha'fit / — yo' po' mammy will kill you fust ! " Once, when she was tucking it back in its ■<^AU ^-'\ Digitized by Google A2 PUDD*NHEAD WiLSON. cradle again, the other child nestled in its sleep and attracted her attention. She went and stood over it a long time communing with herself : *' What has my po' baby done, dat he couldn't have yo' luck ? He hain't done noth'n'. God was good to you ; why warn't he good to him ? Dey can't sell j'^« down de river. I hates yo' pappy ; he hain't got no heart — for niggers he hain't, anyways. I hates him, en I could kill him !" She paused awhile, thinking ; then she burst into wild sobbings again, and turned away, saying, ** Oh, 1 got to kill my chile, dey ain't no yuther way, — killin' him wouldn't save de chile fum goin' down de river. Oh, I got to do it, yo' po' mammy's got to kill you to save you, honey " — she gathered her baby to her bosom, now, and began to smother it with caresses — "Mammy's got to kill you — how kin I do it ! But yo' mammy ain't gwine to desert yoU — no, no ; daJi, don't cry — she gwine xuid you, she gwine to kill herself too. Come along, honey, come along wid mammy ; we gwine to jump in de river, den de troubles o' dis worl' Digitized by Google PUDD'NHEAD WiLSON. 43 IS all over — dey don't sell po' niggers down the river ov^v yonder.'' She started toward the door, crooning to the <:hild and hushing it; midway she stopped, suddenly. She had caught sight of her new Sunday gown — a cheap curtain-calico thing, a conflagration of gaudy colors and fantastic figures. She surveyed it wistfully, longingly. " Hain't ever wore it yet," she said, ** en it s jist lovely." Then she nodded her head in re- sponse to a pleasant idea, and added, ** No, I ain't gwine to be fished out, wid everybody lookin' at me, in dis mis'able ole linsey- Avoolsey." She put down the child and made the change. She looked in the glass and was astonished at her beauty. She resolved to make her death- toilet perfect. She took off her handkerchief- turban and dressed her glossy wealth of hair ^' like white folks " ; she added some odds and ends of rather lurid ribbon and a spray of atro- cious artificial flowers ; finally she threw over her shoulders a fluffy thing called a *' cloud " in that day, which was of a blazing red com- plexion. Then she was ready for the tomb Digitized by Google 44 Pudd'nhead Wilson. She gathered up her baby once more ; but when her eye fell upon its miserably short little gray tow-linen shirt and noted the con- trast between its pauper shabbiness and her own volcanic irruption of infernal splendors, her mother-heart was touched, and she was ashamed. " No, dolling, mammy ain't gwine to treat you so. De angels is gwine to *mire you jist as much as dey does yo* mammy. Ain't gwine to have *em putt'n* dey ban's up *fo' dey eyes en sayin* to David en Goliah en dem yuther prophets, * Dat chile is dress' too indelicate fo* dis place.' " By this time she had stripped off the shirt. Now she clothed the naked little creature in one of Thomas k Becket's snowy long baby- gowns, with its bright blue bows and dainty flummery of ruffles. " Dah — now you's fixed." She propped the child in a chair and stood off to inspect it. Straightway her eyes began to widen with astonishment and admiration, and she clapped her hands and cried out, ** Why, it do beat all ! — I never knowed you was so lovely. Digitized by Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. 45 Marse Tommy ain't a bit puttier — not a single bit" She stepped over and glanced at the other infant ; she flung a glance back at her own ; then one more at the heir of the house. Now a strange light dawned in her eyes, and in a moment she was lost in thought. She seemed in a trance ; when she came out of it she mut- tered, " When I 'uz a-washin* 'em in de tub, yistiddy, his own pappy asked me which of *em was his n.'* She began to move about like one in a dream. She undressed Thomas h Becket, ^^ stripping him of everything, and put the tow- V |f linen shirt on him. She put his coral neck- A" lace on her own child's neck. Then she ^wSf placed the children side by side, and after C<(/ earnest inspection she muttered — '* Now who would b'lieve clo'es could do de like o* dat ? Dog my cats if it ain't all /kin do to tell t' other fum which, let alone his pappy." She put her cub in Tommy's elegant cra- dle and said — "You's young Marse Tom fum dis out, en Digitized by Google 46 Pudd'nhead Wilson. I got to practise and git used to 'memberin'' to call you dat, honey, or I *s gwine to make a mistake some time en git us bofe into trou- ble. Dah — now you lay still en don't fret no mo*, Marse Tom — oh, thank de good Lord in heaven, you's saved, you's saved ! — dey ain't no man kin ever sell mammy's po* little honey down de river now !" She put the heir of the house in her own child's unpainted pine cradle, and said, con» templating its slumbering form uneasily — •* I 's sorry for you, honey ; I 's sorry, God knows I is, — but what kin I do, what could I do ? Yo' pappy would sell him to somebody^ some time, en den he'd go down de river^ sho', en I could n't, could n't, could nt stan' it." She flung herself on her bed and began to think and toss, toss and think. By and by she sat suddenly upright, for a comforting thought had flown through her worried mind — '*'T ain't no sin — white folks has done it ! It ain't no sin, glory to goodness it ain't no sin ! Dey *s done it — yes, en dey was de biggest quality in de whole bilin', too — Digitized by VjOOQIC Pudd'nhead Wilson. 47 She began to muse ; she was trying to gather out of her memory the dim particulars of some tale she had heard some time or other. At last she said — ** Now I 's got it ; now I 'member. It was dat ole nigger preacher dat tole it, de time he come over here fum Illinois en preached in de nigger church. He said dey ain't nobody kin save his own self — can't do it by faith, can't do it by works, can't do it no way at all. Free grace is de any way, en dat don't come fum nobody but jis' de Lord ; en /le kin give it to anybody he please, saint or sinner — Ac don't kyer. He do jis' as he's a mineter. He s'lect out anybody dat suit him, en put another one in his place, en make de fust one happy forever en leave t'other one to burn wid Satan. De preacher said it was jist like dey done in Englan' onetime, longtime ago. De queen she lef her baby layin' aroun' one day, en went out callin' ; en one o' de niggers roun'- 'bout de place dat was 'mos* white, she come in en see de chile layin' aroun', en tuck en put her own chile's clo'es on de queen's chile, en put de queen's chile's clo'es on her own # oogle 48 Pudd'nhead Wilson. chile, en den lef her own chile layin' aroun' en tuck en toted de queen's chile home to de nigger-quarter, en nobody ever foun* it out, en her chile was de king bimeby, en sole de queen's chile down de river one time when dey had to settle up de estate. Dah, now — de preacher said it his own self, en it ain't no sin, 'ca se white folks done it. Dey done it — yes, dey done it ; en not on'y jis' common white folks nuther. but de biggest quality dey is in de whole bilin*. Oh, I 's so glad I 'member 'bout dat ! " She got up light-hearted and happy, and went to the cradles and spent what was left of the night ** practising." She would give her own child a light pat and say humbly, " Lay still, Marse Tom," then give the real Tom a pat and say with severity, *' Lay still. Chambers ! — dofes you want me to take somep'n* to you ? " As she progressed with her practice, she was surprised to see how steadily and surely the awe which had kept her tongue reverent ^>^^^ I'^T and her manner humble toward her young "^^^^ff^^ master was transferring itself to her speech v^ K'^ Digitized by Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. 49 and manner toward the usurper, and how similarly handy she was becoming in trans- ferring her motherly curtness of speech and peremptoriness of manner to the unlucky heir of the ancient house of Driscoll. She took occasional rests from practising, and absorbed herself in calculating her chances. " Dey '11 sell dese niggers to-day fo* stealin* de money, den dey *11 buy some mo' dat don't know de chillen — so dat's all right. When I takes de chillen out to git de air, de minute I 's roun' de corner I 's gwine to gaum dey mouths all roun' wid jam, den dey can't nobody notice dey 's changed. Yes, I gwine- ter do dat till I 's safe, if it 's a year. " Dey ain't but one man dat I 's afeard of, en dat 's dat Pudd'nhead Wilson. Dey calls 56 Pudu'nhead Wilson. herself in the forms required to express the recognition, had moved her to such diligence and faithfulness in practicing these forms that this exercise soon concreted itself into habit ; it became automatic and unconscious; then a natural result followed : deceptions intended solely for others gradually grew practically into self-deceptions as well ; the mock rever- ence became real reverence, the mock obse- quiousness real obsequiousness, the mock homage real homage ; the little counterfeit rift of separation between imitation-slave and imitation-master widened and widened, and became an abyss, and a very real one — and on one side of it stood Roxy, the dupe of her own deceptions, and on the other stood her child, no longer a usurper to her, but her accepted and recognized master. He was her darling, her master, and her deity all in one, and in her worship of him she forgot who she was and what he had been. In babyhood Tom cuffed and banged and ^ scratched Chambers unrebuked, and Cham- bers early learned that between meekly bear- ng it and resenting it, the advantage all lay (§<§>-cg' Digitized by Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. 57 with the former policy. The few times that his persecutions had moved him beyond con- trol and made him fight back had cost him very dear at headquarters ; not at the hands of Roxy, for if she ever went beyond scolding him sharply for **forgitt'n* who his young marster was," she at least never extended her punishment beyond a box on the ear. No, Percy Driscoll was the person. He told Chambers that under no provocation what- ever was he privileged to lift his hand against his little master. Chambers overstepped the jT^ line three times, and got three such convinc- Y\ /fT ing canings from the man who was his father and did n*t know it, that he took Tom's cruel- ties in all humility after that, and made no more experiments. Outside of the house the two boys were to- gether all through their boyhood. Chambers was strong beyond his years, and a good fighter; strong because he was coarsely fed and hard worked about the house, and a good fighter because Tom furnished him plenty of practice — on white boys whom he hated and was afraid of. Chambers was his constant Digitized by Google 58 Pudd'nhead Wilson. body-guard, to and from school ; he was pres- ent on the playground at recess to protect his charge. He fought himself into such a for- midable reputation, by and by, that Tom could have changed clothes with him, and ** ridden in peace," like Sir Kay in Launceiot's armor. He was good at games of skill, too. Tom staked him with marbles to play '* keeps" with, and then took all the winnings away from him. In the winter season Chambers was on hand, in Tom's worn-out clothes, with "holy" red mittens, and "holy" shoes, and pants " holy " at the knees and seat, to drag a sled up the hill for Tom, warmly clad, to ^ ,j^ ride down on ; but he never got a ride him- ^V self. He built snow men and snow fortifica- * ' tions under Tom's directions. He was Tom's patient target when Tom wanted to do some snowballing, but the target could n't fire back. Chambers carried Tom's skates to the river and strapped them on him, then trotted around after him on the ice, so as to be on hand 7" when wanted ; but he was n't ever asked to try the skates himself. In summer the pet pastime of the boys of r\ «^ >>1itizedbyG00Qle /;i^N^^'/?^N Pudd'nhead Wilson. 59 Dawson's Landing was to steal apples, peaches, and melons from the farmers fruit- wagons, — mainly on account of the risk they ran of getting their heads laid open with the butt of the farmer's whip. Tom was a distin- guished adept at these thefts — by proxy. Chambers did his stealing, and got the peach- stones, apple-cores, and melon-rinds for his share. Tom always made Chambers go in swim- ming with him, and stay by him as a protec- tion. When Tom had had enough, he would slip out and tie knots in Chambers's shirt, dip the knots in the water to make them hard to ^'^ '' undo, then dress himself and sit by and laugh "^S'^^^f/ -^ .c, while the naked shiverer tugged at the stub- ^.&/'- '^ born knots with his teeth. ^"^'/^ ^^ Tom did his humble comrade these various ill turns partly out of native viciousness, and partly because he hated him for his superiuri- ties of physique and pluck, and for liis mani* __^ fold clevernesses. Tom could n't dive, for it \-'''^:^^;k\^^ ^> gave him splitting headaches. Chambers ?/ 4^^"*^, could dive without inconvenience, and vvas f ';■"'''' A*", fond of doing it. He excited so much admir- 4\ xr^^' 6o Pudd'nhead Wilson. .S> ation, one day, among a crowd of white boys, by throwing back somersaults from the stern of a canoe, that it wearied Tom's spirit, and at last he shoved the canoe underneath Cham- bers while he was in the air — so he came down on his head in the canoe-bottom ; and while he lay unconscious, several of Tom's ancient adversaries saw that their long-desired opportunity was come, and they gave the false heir such a drubbing that with Cham- bers's best help he was hardly able to drag himself home afterward. When the boys were fifteen and upward, Tom was "showing off" in the river one day, when he was taken with a cramp, and shouted for help. It was a common trick with the boys — particularly if a stranger was present — to pretend a cramp and howl for help ; then when the stranger came tearing hand over hand to the rescue, the howler would go on strug- gling and howling till he was close at hand^ then replace the howl with a sarcastic smile and swim blandly away, while the town boys assailed the dupe with a volley of jeers and laughter. Tom had never tried this joke as Digitized by Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. 6i yet, but was supposed to be trying it now, so the boys held warily back ; but Chambers be- lieved his master was in earnest, therefore he swam out, and arrived in time, unfortunately, and saved his life. This was the last feather. Tom had man- aged to endure everything else, but to have to remain publicly and permanently under such an obligation as this to a nigger, and to this nigger of all niggers — this was too much. He heaj'^d insults upon Chambers for ** pre- tending to think he was in earnest in calling for help, and said that anybody but a block- headed nigger would have known he was funning and left him alone. Tom's enemies were in strong force here, so they came out with their opinions quite freely. They laughed at him, and called him coward, liar, sneak, and other sorts of pet names, and told him they meant to call Chambers by a new name after this, and make it common in the town — ** Tom Driscoll's niggerpappy," — to signify that he had had a second birth into this life, and that Chambers was the author of his new being. Tom grew frantic under these taunts, and shouted — mt ^ m'- ^»* 62 Pudd'nhead Wilson. C^ ^ •••■J. -'^^^ r f(n w^^^^d^^ ^^d a chance to escape. He V ^'J^i' considerably hurt, but not seriously. If •* Knock their heads off, Chambers 1 knock their heads off! What do you stand there with your hands in your pockets for?" Chambers expostulated, and said, "But^ Marse Tom, dey's too many of em — dey's — "^ ** Do you hear me ? " *' Please, Marse Tom, don't make me T Dey 's so many of *em dat " Tom sprang at him and drove his pocket- knife into him tWo or three times before the boys could snatch him away and give the was the ) ^ blade had been a little longer his career would have ended there. Tom had long ago taught Roxy ** her \^l place." It had been many a day now since ^' ^ y^ she had ventured a caress or a fondling epithet in his quarter. Such things, from a '* nigger." were repulsive to him, and she had been warned to keep her distance and remem- ber who she was. She saw her darling gradu- ally cease from being her son, she saw ///^/ de- tail perish utterly ; all that was left was mas- ter — master, pure and simple, and it was not a 'S,%:S&.--'-'^--'' Digitized by Google '/>^ "'**^- /^^c Pudd'nhead Wilson. 63 gentle mastership, either. She saw herself sink from the sublime height of motherhood to the somber depths of unmodified slavery. The abyss of separation between her and her boy was complete. She was merely his chattel, now, his convenience, his dog, his cringing and helpless slave, the humble and unresisting victim of his capricious temper and vicious nature. Sometimes she could not go to sleep, even when worn out with fatigue, because her rage boiled so high over the day's experiences with her boy. She would mumble and mutter to ^„ herself — **He struck me, en I war n't no way to blame — struck me in de face, right before folks. En he's al'ays callin' me nigger-wench, en hussy, en all dem mean names, when I *s doin' de very bes' I kin. Oh, Lord, I done so much for him — I lift' him away up to what he is — en dis is what I git for it." Sometimes when some outrage of peculiar •'^f offensiveness stung her to the heart, sheS f-. would plan schemes of vengeance and revels'^ 7^^ ^T«*'' %^^ t^^ in the fancied spectacle of his exposure to the^^'-'l^ "^ '^ v V ^v:% ^ ^ ■ ^ ^ . 64 Pudd'nhead Wilson. world as an impostor and a slave ; but in the midst of these joys fear would strike her : she had made him too strong; she could prove noth- ing, and — heavens, she might get sold down the river for her pains ! So her schemes al- ways went for nothing, and she laid them aside in impotent rage against the fates, and against herself for playing the fool on that fatal Sep- tember day in not providing herself with a witness for use in the day when such a thing might be needed for the appeasing of her ven- geance-hungry heart. And yet the moment Tom happei*ed to be good to her, and kind, — and this occurred every now and then, — all her sore places were healed, and she was happy ; happy and proud, for this was her son, her nigger son, lording it among the whites and securely avenging their crimes against her race. There were two grand funerals in Dawson's Landing that fall — the fall of 1845. O^^ ^^s tliat of Colonel Cecil Burleigh Essex, the other that of Percy Driscoll. On his death-bed Driscoll sfet Roxy free and delivered his idolized ostensible son sol- Digitized by Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. 65 emnly into the keeping of his brother, the J udge and his wife. Those childless people were glad to get him. Childless people are not difficult to please. Judge Driscoll had gone privately to his brother, a month before, and bought Cham- bers. He had heard that Tom had been try- ing to get his father to sell the boy down the river, and he wanted to prevent the scandal — for public sentiment did not approve of that way of treating family servants for light cause or for no cause. Percy Driscoll had worn himself out in try- ing to save his great speculative landed estate, and had died without succeeding. He was hardly in his grave before the boom collapsed and left his hitherto envied young devil of an Jieir a pauper. But that was nothing; his uncle told him he should be his heir and have all his fortune when he died ; so Tom was comforted. Roxy had no home, now ; so she resolved to go around and say good-by to her friends and then clear out and see the world — that is to say, she would go chambermaiding on a 5 66 Pudd'nhead Wilson. steamboat, the darling ambition of her race and sex. Her last call was on the black giant, Jasper. She found him chopping Pudd'nhead Wilson's winter provision of wood. Wilson was chatting with him when Roxy ar- rived. He asked her how she could bear to go off chambermaiding and leave her boys ; and chaffingly offered to copy off a series of their finger-prints, reaching up to their twelfth year,, for her to remember them by ; but she sobered in a moment, wondering if he suspected any- thing ; then she said she believed she did n't want them. Wilson said to himself, " The drop of black blood in her is superstitious ; she thinks there 's some devilry, some witch- business about my glass mystery somewhere ; she used to come here with an old horseshoe in her hand ; it could have been an accident,, but I doubt it." >--. Digitized by Google CHAPTER V. Training is everything. The peach was once a bit- ter almond ; cauliflower is nothing but cabbage with a college education. — PudcTnhead Wilson's Calendar. Remark of Dr. Baldwin's, concerning upstarts : We do n*t care to eat toadstools that think they are truffles. — Pudd 'nhead Wilson's Calendar, Mrs. York Driscoll enjoyed two years of bliss with that prize, Tom — bliss that was troubled a little at times, it is true, but bliss nevertheless ; then she died, and her husband and his childless sister, Mrs. Pratt, continued the bliss-business at the old stand. Tom was petted and indulged and spoiled to his entire content — or nearly that. This went on till he was nineteen, then he was sent to Yale. He went handsomely equipped with ** conditions," but otherwise he was not an object of distinc- tion there. He remained at Yale two years, and then threw up the struggle. He came 67 Digitized by Google 68 Pudd'nhead Wilson. home with his manners a good deal improved ; he had lost his surliness and brusqueness, and was rather pleasantly soft and smooth, now ; he was furtively, and sometimes openly, iron- ical of speech, and given to gently touching people on the raw, but he did it with a good- natured semiconscious air that carried it off safely, and kept him from getting into trouble. He was as indolent as ever and showed no very strenuous desire to hunt up an occupa- tion. People argued from this that he pre- „-, \v;f';r'''^s ]^ ferred to be supported by his uncle until his ^ ^' \n \ uncle*s shoes should become vacant. He brought back one or two new habits with him, one of which he rather openly practised — tip- t_^j:^pling — but concealed another, which was gam- TbHng. It would not do to gamble where his ' uncle could hear of it ; he knew that quite well. Tom's Eastern polish was not popular among the young people. They could have endured it, perhaps, if Tom had stopped there ; but he wore gloves, and that they could n*t stand, and would n*t ; so he was mainly with- out society. He brought home with him a suit of clothes of such exquisite style and cut Digitized by Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. 69 and fashion, — Eastern fashion, city fashion, — that it filled everybody with anguish and was regarded as a peculiarly wanton affront. . He enjoyed the feeling which he was exciting, and paraded the town serene and happy all day ; but the young fellows set a tailor to work that night, and when Tom started out on his parade next morning he found the old de- formed negro bell-ringer straddling along in his wake tricked out in a flamboyant curtain- calico exaggeration oi' his finery, and imitating his fancy Eastern graces as well as he could. Tom surrendered, and after that clothed him- self in the local fashion. But the dull country- town was tiresome to him, since his acquain- tanceship with livelier regions, and it grew daily more and more so. He began to make little trips to St. Louis for refreshment. There he found companionship to suit him, and pleasures to his taste, along with more freedom, in some particulars, than he could' have at home. So, during the next two years his visits to the city grew in frequency and his tarryings there grew steadily longer in duration. 70 Pudd'nhead Wilson. He was getting into deep waters. He was taking chances, privately, which might get him into trouble some day — in fact, did. Judge Driscoll had retired from the bench and from all business activities in 1850, and had now been comfortably idle three years. He was president of the Free-thinkers' Society, and Pudd'nhead Wilson was the other mem- ben The society's weekly discussions were now tht old lawyer's main interest in life. ^ Pudd'nhead was still toiling in obscurity at the bottom of the ladder, under the blight of that unlucky remark which he had let fall twenty-three years before about the dog. Judge Driscoll was his friend, and claimed that he had a mind above the average, but that was regarded as one of the Judge's whims, and it failed to modify the public opinion. Or rather, that was one of the reasons why it failed, but there was another and better one. ^_^ If the Judge had stopped with bare assertion, ^^ it would have had a good deal of effect ; but ^^ he made the mistake of trying to prove his po- }M^ sition. Fur some years Wilson had been pri- vately at work on a whimsical almanac, for digitized by 5^^^^^ Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. 71 his amusement — a calendar, with a little dab •of ostensible philosophy, usually in ironical form, appended to each date; and the Judge thought that these quips and fancies of Wil- son's were neatly turned and cute ; so he car- ried a handful of them around, one day, and read them to some of the chief citizens. But irony was not for those people; their mental vision was not focussed for it. They read those playful trifles in the solidest earnest, and decided without hesitancy that if there %^ had ever been any doubt that Dave Wilson was a pudd'nhead — which there had n't — this revelation removed that doubt for good and all. That is just the way in this world ; an «nemy can partly ruin a man, but it takes a g;ood-natured injudicious friend to complete the thing and make it perfect. After this the Judge felt tenderer than ever toward Wilson, and surer than ever that his calendar had merit. Judge Driscoll could be a free-thinker and still hold his place in society because he wasL the person of most consequence in the com- ^ munity, and therefore could venture to go "0i^^ D^^^^'^ogle 72 Pudd'nhead Wilson. his own way and follow out his own notions. The other member of his pet organization was allowed the like liberty because he was a cipher in the estimation of the public, and nobody attached any importance to what he thought or did. He was liked, he was wel- come enough all around, but he simply did n't count for anything. The widow Cooper — affectionately called "aunt Patsy" by everybody — lived in a snug and comely cottage with her daughter Rowena, who was nineteen, romantic, amiable^ and very pretty, but otherwise of no conse- ^i^'^Jl quence. Rowena had a couple of young ^l^^^^^K^ — ^'^^ ^^ "^ consequence. -..-^^ -^ ! ' ^^^ widow had a large spare room which ^^^/ y)^J she let to a lodger, with board, when she / Ji'^d^i'^^^ could find one, but this room had been empty for a year now, to her sorrow. Her income was only sufficient for the family support, and she needed the lodging-money for trif- ling luxuries. But now, at last, on a flaming June day, she found herself happy; her te- dious wait was ended ; her year-worn adver- tisement had been answered ; and not by a " :^ Digitized by Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. 73 village applicant, oh, no ! — this letter was from away off yonder in the dim great world to the North : it was from St. Loui^. She sat on her porch gazing out with unseeing eyes upon the shining reaches of the mighty Mis- sissippi, her thoughts steeped in her good fortune. Indeed it was specially good for- tune, for she was to have two lodgers instead of one. She had read the letter to the family, and Rowena had danced away to see to the clean- ing and airing of the room by the slave woman Nancy, and the boys had rushed abroad in the town to spread the great news, for it was matter of public interest, and the public would ^. , wonder and not be pleased if not informed. "_' Z_l Presently Rowena returned, all ablush with ,a" joyous excitement, and begged for a re-read- ^^'^'^''^^ ing of the letter. It was framed thus : Honored Madam : My brother and I have seen your advertisement, by chance, and beg leave to take the room you offer. We are twenty-four years of age and twins. We are Italians by birth, but have lived long in the various countries of Europe, and several years in the United States. Our names are Luigi and Angelo Capello. You desire but one guest ; but dear Madam, if you will ;*:5Li«/k?ar • •^J* oogle 74 Pudd'nhead Wilson. allow us to pay for two, we will not incommode you. shall be down Thursday. We '*Italiansi! How romantic! Just think, ma — there's never been one in this town, and everybody will be dying to see them, and they Ve all ours / Think of that ! " " Yes, I reckon they '11 make a grand stir." " Oh, indeed they will. The whole town - — will be on its head ! Think — they Ve been in Europe and everywhere ! There *s never been a traveler in this town before. Ma, I should n't wonder if -they Ve seen kings ! " *' Well, a body can't tell ; but they '11 make stir enough, without that." ''Yes, that *s of course. Luigi — Angelo. They Ve lovely names ; and so grand and foreign — not like Jones and Robinson and such. Thursday they are coming, and this is only Tuesday ; it *s a cruel long time to wait. Here comes Judge Driscoll in at the gate. He 's heard about it. I '11 go and open the door." The Judge was full of congratulations and curiosity. The letter was read and discussed. Soon Justice Robinson arrived with more Digitized by Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. 75 congratulations, and there was a new reading and a new discussion. This was the beginning. Neighbor after neighbor, of both sexes, fol- lowed, and the procession drifted in and out all day and evening and all Wednesday and Thursday. The letter was read and re-read until it was nearly worn out ; everybody ad- mired its courtly and gracious tone, and smooth and practised style, everybody was sympathetic and excited, and the Coopers were steeped in happiness all the while. The boats were very uncertain in low water, in these primitive times. This time Thursday boat had not arrived at ten night — so the people had waited at the land ing all day for nothing ; they were driven to their homes by a heavy storm without having had a view of the illustrious foreigners. Eleven o'clock came ; and the Cooper house was the only one in the town that still had lights burning. The rain and thunder were booming yet, and the anxious family were still waiting, still hoping. At last there was a knock at the door and the family jumped to open it. Two negro men entered. / % .;^^\ Google 76 Pudd'nhead Wilson. each carrying a trunk, and proceeded up-stairs toward the guest-room. Then entered the twins — the handsomest, the best dressed, the most distinguished-looking pair of young fellows the West had ever seen. One was a little fairer than the other, but otherwise they were exact duplicates. Digitized by Google CHAPTER VI. Let us endeavor so to live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry. — Pudd^nhead Wilson's Calendar, Habit is habit, and not to be flung out of the window j^j by any man, but coaxed down-stairs a step at a time. — ^^^ Puddnhead Wilson's Calendar. At breakfast in the morning the twins' charm of manner and easy and polished bear- ing made speedy conquest of the family's good graces. All constraint and formality quickly disappeared, and the friendliest feel- ing succeeded. Aunt Patsy called them by their Christian names almost from the begin- ning. She was full of the keenest curiosity about them, and showed it ; they responded by talking about themselves, which pleased her greatly. It presently appeared that in their early youth they had known poverty and hardship. As the talk wandered along 78 Pudd'nhead Wilson. V'/-^ n\' ->. the old lady watched for the right place to drop in a question or two concerning that mat- ter, and when she found it she said to the blond twin who was now doing the biog- raphies in his turn while the brunette one rested — ''If it ain't asking what I ought not to ask,. Mr. Angelo, how did you come to be so friendless and in such trouble when you were little ? Do you mind telling ? But don't if you do." " Oh, we don't mind it at all, madam ; in our case it was merely misfortune, and no- body's fault. Our parents were well to do^ there in Italy, and we were their only child. We were of the old Florentine nobility " — Rowena's heart gave a great "bound, her nostrils expanded, and a fine light played in '^^J- ^©r* her eyes — ** and when the war broke out my % ^ father was on the losing side and had to fly fi^^ *^V^ f ^*^^ '^''^ '*f^- ^"'^ estates were confiscated, bis personal property seized, and there we S^^^ were, in Germany, strangers, friendless, and in fact paupers. My brother and I were ten years old, and well educated for that age, very stu- Digitized by Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. 79 dious, very fond of our books, and well grounded in the German, French, Spanish, and English languages. Also, we were mar- velous musical prodigies — if you will allow me to say it, it being only the truth. '* Our father survived his misfortunes only a month, our mother soon followed him, and we were alone in the world. Our parents could have made themselves comfortable by exhibiting us as a show, and they had many and large offers ; but the thought revolted their pride, and they said they would starve and die first. But what they would n't con- sent to do we had to do without the formality of consent. We were seized for the debts occasioned by their illness and their funerals, and placed among the attractions of a cheap museum in Berlin to earn the liquidation money. It took us two years to get out of that slavery. We traveled all about Germany receiving no wages, and not even our keep. We had to be exhibited for nothing, and beg our bread. " Well, madam, the rest is not of consequence. When we escaped froi teoogle 8o PUDD*NHEAD WiLSON. slavery at twelve years of age, we were in some respects men. Experience had taught us some valuable things ; among others, how to take care of ourselves, how to avoid and defeat sharks and sharpers, and how to conduct our own business for our own profit and with- out other people's help. We traveled every- where — years and years — picking up smatter- ings of strange tongues, familiarizing ourselves with strange sights and strange customs, accumulating an education of a wide and varied and curious sort. It was a pleasant life. We went to Venice — to London, Paris, Russia, India, China, Japan " At this point Nancy the slave woman "' ^, thrust her head in at the door and exclaimed : " Ole Missus, de house is plum* jam full o' f> people, en dey *s jes a-spi*lin' to see de gen'l- men ! " She indicated the twins with a nod of her head, and tucked it back out of si^ht again. It was a proud occasion for the widow, and she promised herself high satisfaction in show- ing off her fine foreign birds before her neigh- bors and friends — simple folk who had hardly Digitized by Google PUDD*NHEAD WiLSON. 8l ever seen a foreigner of any kind, and never one of any distinction or style. Yet her feeling was moderate indeed when contrasted with Rowena's. Rowena was in the clouds, she walked on air ; this was to be the greatest day, the most romantic episode, in the col- orless history of that dull country town. She was to be familiarly near the source of its glory and feel the full flood of it pour over her and about her ; the other girls could only gaze and envy, not partake. The widow was ready, Rowena was ready, so also were the foreigners. The party moved along the hall, the twins in advance, and entered the open parlor door, whence issued a low hum of conversation. The twins took a position near the door the widow stood at Luigi's side, Rowena stood beside Angelo, and the march-past and the introductions began. The widow was all smiles and contentment. She received the procession and passed it on to Rowena. "Good mornin', Sister Cooper" — hand- shake. ** Good morning. Brother Higgins^ — Count 6 ^4 82 Pudd'nhead Wilson, Luigi Capello, Mr. Higgins" — hand-shake^ followed by a devouring stare and " I 'm glad to see ye," on the part of Higgins, and a cour- teous inclination of the head and a pleasant ** Most happy !" on the part of Count Luigi, **Good mornin', Roweny" — hand-shake. "Good morning, Mr. Higgins — present you to Count Angelo Capello." Hand-shake^ admiring stare, " Glad to see ye," — courteous nod, smily "Most happy!" and Higgins passes on. None of these visitors was at ease, but,, being honest people, they did n*t pretend to be. None of them had ever seen a person bearing a title of nobility before, and none had been expecting to see one now, conse- quently the title came upon them as a kind of pile-driving surprise and caught them unpre- pared. A few tried to rise to the emergency, and got out an awkward " My lord," or " Your lordship," or something of that sort^ but the great majority were overwhelmed by the unaccustomed word and its dim and awful associations with gilded courts and stately ceremony and anointed kingship, so they only Digitized by Google Pudd'nhead WILSo^. 83 fumbled through the hand-shake and passed on, speechless. Now and then, as happens at all receptions everywhere, a more than ordinarily friendly soul blocked the procession and kept it waiting while he inquired how the brothers liked the village, and how long they were going to stay, and if their families were well, and dragged in the weather, and hoped it would get cooler soon, and all that sort of thing, so as to be able to say, when they got home, ** I had quite a long talk with them " ; but nobody did or said anything of a regrettable kind, and so the great affair went through to the end in a creditable and satis- factory fashion. General conversation followed, and the twins drifted about from group to group, talk- ing easily and fluently and winning approval, compelling admiration and achieving favor from all. The widow followed their conquer- ing march with a proud eye, and every now and then Rowena said to herself with deep satisfaction, " And to think they are ours — all ours There were no idle moments for mother or t7f 84 Pudd'nhead Wilson. daughter. Eager inquiries concerning the twins were pouring into their enchanted ears all the time ; each was the constant center of a group of breathless listeners ; each recog- nized that she knew now for the first time the real meaning of that great word Glory, and perceived the stupendous value of it, and understood why men in all ages had been willing to throw away meaner happinesses, treasure, life itself, to get a taste of its sublime and supreme joy. Napoleon and all his kind stood accounted for — and justified. When Rowena had at last done all her duty by the people in the parlor, she went up-stairs to satisfy the longings of an over- flow-meeting there, for the parlor was not big enough to hold all the comers. Again she was besieged by eager questioners and again she swam in sunset seas of glory. When the forenoon was nearly gone, she recognized with a pang that this most splendid episode of her life was almost over, that nothing could prolong it, that nothing quite its equal could ever fall to her fortune again. But never inind, it was sufficient unto itself, the grand Digitized by Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. 85 occasion had moved on an ascending scale from the start, and was a noble and memor- able success. If the twins could but do some crowning act, now, to climax it, something un- usual, something startling, something to con- centrate upon themselves the company's loftiest admiration, something in the nature of an electric surprise — Here a prodigious slam-banging broke out below, and everybody rushed down to see. It was the twins knocking out a classic four- handed piece on the piano, in great style. Rowena was satisfied — satisfied down to the bottom of her heart. yJ> The young strangers were kept long at thec*^ piano. The villagers were astonished and ^ enchanted with the magnificence of their per-£-/ formance, and could not bear to have them stop. All the music that they had ever heard before seemed spiritless prentice-work and barren of grace or charm when compared with these intoxicating floods of melodious sound. They realized that for once in their lives they were hearing masters. litized by Google CHAPTER VII. One of the most striking differences between a cat and a lie is that a cat has only nine lives. — Pudd'nhead Wilson's Calendar, The company broke up reluctantly, and drifted toward their several homes, chatting with vivacity, and all agreeing that it would be many a long day before Dawson's Land- ing would see the equal of this one again. The twins had accepted several invitations while the reception was in progress, and had also volunteered to play some duets at an amateur entertainment for the benefit of a local charity. Society was eager to receive them to its bosom. Judge Driscoll had the good fortune to secure them for an immediate drive, and to be the first to display them in public. They entered his buggy with him, and were paraded down the main street, 86 digitized by Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. 87 everybody flocking to the windows and side- walks to see. The Judge showed the strangers the new graveyard, and the jail, and where the richest man lived, and the Freemasons' hall, and the Methodist church, and the Presbyterian church, and where the Baptist church was go- ing to be when they got some money to build it with, and showed them the town hall and the slaughter-house, and got out the indepen- dent fire company in uniform and had them put out an imaginary fire ; then he let them inspect the muskets of the militia company, and poured out an exhaustlcss stream of en- thusiasm over all these splendors, and seemed very well satisfied with the responses he got, for the twins admired his admiration, and paid him back the best they could, though they could have done better if some fifteen or six- teen hundred thousand previous experiences of this sort in various countries Iiad not al- ready rubbed off a considerable part of the novelty of it. The Judge laid himself out hospitably to , make them have a good time, and if there Digitized by oogle 88 Pudd'nhead Wilson. I'-TO^ I* 1i rO i was a defect anywhere it was not his fauh He told them a good many humorous anec dotes, and always forgot the nub, but they were always able to furnish it, for these yarns were of a pretty early vintage, and they had had many a rejuvenating pull at them before. And he told them all about his several dig- nities, and how he had held this and that and the other place of honor or profit, and had once been to the legislature, and was now president of the Society of Free-thinkers. He said the society had been in existence four years, and already had two members, and was firmly established. He would call for the brothers in the evening if they would like to attend a meeting of it. Accordingly he called for them, and on the way he tbld them all about Pudd'nhead Wil- son, in order that they might get a favorable impression of him in advance and be pre- pared to like him. This scheme succeeded — the favorable impression was achieved. Later it was confirmed and solidified when Wilson proposed that out of courtesy to the strangers the usual topics be put aside and the hour be /f Digitized by Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. 89 devoted to conversation upon ordinary sub- jects and the cultivation of friendly relations and good-fellowship, — a, proposition which was put to vote and carried. The hour passed quickly away in lively talk, and when it was ended the lonesome and neglected Wilson was richer by two friends than he had been when it began. He invited the twins to look in at his lodgings, presently, after disposing of an intervening engagement, and they accepted with pleasure. Toward the middle of the evening they found themselves on the road to his house. Pudd'nhead was at home waiting for them and putting in his time puzzling over a thing which had come under his notice that morn- ing. The matter was this : He happened to be up very early — at dawn, in fact ; and he crossed the hall which divided his. cottage through the center, and entered a room to get something there. The window of the room had no curtains, for that side of the house had long been unoccupied, and through this window he caught sight of something which surprised and interested him. It was a <:£!^^' 90 Pudd'nheau Wilson. ]M§mMi """7Z '^m young woman — a young woman where prop- erly no young woman belonged ; for she was in Judge Driscoirs house, and in the bedroom over the Judge's private study or sitting- room. This was young Tom Driscoirs bed- room. He and the Judge, the Judge's widowed sister Mrs. Pratt and three negro servants were the only people who belonged in the house. Who, then, might this young lady be ? The two houses were separated by an ordinary yard, with a low fence running back through its middle from the street in front to the lane in the rear. The distance was not great, and Wilson was able to see the girl very well, the window-shades of the room she was in being up, and the window also. The girl had on a neat and trim summer dress, patterned in broad stripes of pink and white, and her bonnet was equipped with a pink veil. She was practising steps, gaits and attitudes, apparently; she was doing the thing gracefully, and was very much absorbed in her work. Who could she be, and how canity she to be in young Tom Driscoll's room ? -^ W ^-^ . *r •"^'^ Digitized by Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. 91 Wilson had quickly chosen a position from which he could watch the girl without run- ning much risk of being seen by her, and he remained there hoping she would raise her veil and betray her face. But she dis- appointed him. After a matter of twenty minutes she disappeared, and although he stayed at his post half an hour longer, she came no more. Toward noon he dropped in at the Judge's and talked with Mrs. Pratt about the great event of the day, the levee of the dis- tinguished foreigners at Aunt Patsy Cooper's. He asked after her nephew Tom, and she said he was on his way home, and that she was expecting him to arrive a little before night; and added that she and the Judge were gratified to gather from his letters that he was conducting himself very nicely and creditably — at which Wilson winked to him- self privately. Wilson did not ask if there was a newcomer in the house, but he asked questions that would have brought light- throwing answers as to that matter if Mrs. Pratt had had any light to throw ; so he went .'^X ^'ljs\l 92 PUDDNHEAD WiLSON. away satisfied that he knew of things that were going on in her house of which she her- self was not aware. He was now waiting for the twins, and still puzzling over the problem of who that girl might be, and how she happened to be in that young fellow's room at daybreak in the morning. Digitized by Google CHAPTER VIII. The holy passion of Friendship is of so sweet and steady and loyal and enduring a nature that it will last through a whole lifetime, if not asked to lend money. — Pudd^nhead Wilson's Calendar, Consider well the proportions of things. It is better to be a young June-bug than an old bird of paradise. — Pudd'nhead Wilson's Calendar. It is necessary now, to hunt up Roxy. At the time she was set free and went away chambermaiding, she was thirty-five. She got a berth as second chambermaid on a Cincin- nati boat in the New Orleans trade, the Grand Mogul. A couple of trips made her wonted and easy-going at the work, and infatuated J| her with the stir and adventure and indepen- dence of steamboat life. Then slie was pro moted and became head chambertitaid. Shell was a favorite with the officers, and exceed- ingly proud of their joking and friendly ways with her. 93 94 Pudd'nhead Wilson. During eight years she served three parts of the year on that boat, and the winters on a Vicksburg packet. But now for two months she had had rheumatism in her arms, and was obliged to let the wash-tub alone. So she re- signed. But she was well fixed — rich, as she would have described it ; for she had lived a steady life, and had banked four dollars every month in New Orleans as a provision for her old age. She said in the start that she had *• put shoes on one bar' footed nigger to tromple on her with," and that one mistake like that was enough ; she would be independent of the human race thenceforth forevermore if* hard work and economy could accomplish it. When the boat touched the levee at New Orleans she bade good-by to her comrades on the Grand Mogul diX\d moved her kit ashore. But she was back in an hour. The bank had gone to smash and carried her four hundred dollars with it. She was a pauper, and home- less. Also disabled bodily, at least for the present. The officers were full of sympathy for her in her trouble, and made up a little purse for her. She resolved to go to her birth- r Digitized by Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. 95 place; she had friends there among the ne- groes, and the unfortunate always help the unfortunate, she was well aware of that ; those lowly comrades of her youth would not let her starve. She took the little local packet at Cairo, and now she was on the home-stretch. Time had worn away her bitterness against her son, and she was able to think of him with serenity. She put the vile side of him out of her mind, and dwelt only on recollections of his occa- sional acts of kindness to her. She gilded and otherwise decorated these, and made them very pleasant to contemplate. She began to long to see him. She would go and fawn upon him, slave-like — for this would have to be her attitude, of course — and maybe she would find that time had modified him, and that he=-4 would be glad to see his long-forgotten old nurse and treat her gently. That would be lovely ; that would make her forget her woes and her poverty. - Her poverty! That thought inspired her_ to add another castle to her dream : maybe l| he would give her a trifle now and then — '%u ^.~- *> \^ -.'^/ 31 ""VI VJ...-.' Digitized by ^OOQ IC 96 PUDD*NHEAD WiLSON. maybe a dollar, once a month, say ; any little thing like that would help, oh, ever so much. By the time she reached Dawson's Landing she was her old self again ; her blues were gone, she was in high feather. She would get along, surely ; there were many kitchens where the servants would share their meals with her, and also steal sugar and apples and other dainties for her to carry home — or give her a chance to pilfer them herself, which would answer just as well. And there was the church. She was a more rabid and de- voted Methodist than ever, and her piety was no sham, but was strong and sincere. Yes, with plenty of creature comforts and her old place in the amen-corner in her possession again, she would be perfectly happy and at peace thenceforward to the end. She went to Judge DriscolKs kitchen first of all. She was received there in great form and ^ with vast enthusiasm. Her wonderful travels, - itfT— j ' 1 and the strange countries she had seen and the "nd^^ adventures she had had, made her a marvel, and a heroine of romance. The negroes hung en- chanted upon the great story of her experi- |-l^ences. interrupting her all along with eager Digitized by Google PUDD*NHEAD WiLSON. 97 questions, with laughter, exclamations of de- light and expressions of applause ; and she was obliged to confess to herself that if there was anything better in this world than steamboat- ing, it was the glory to be got by telling about it The audience loaded her stomach with their dinners, and then stole the pantry bare to load up her basket. Tom was in St. Louis. The servants said he had spent the best part of his time there c\uring the previous two years. Roxy came every day, and had many talks about the family | and its affairs. Once she asked why Tom was away so much. The ostensible ** Chambers" said : ** De fac* is, ole marster kin git along bet- ter when young marster 's away den he kin when he 's in de town ; yes, en ne love him bet- M?Jr ter, too; so he gives him fifty dollahs a \<'%-^^,- month " *' No, is dat so ? Chambers, you 's a-jokin', ain't you?" **'Clah to goodness I ain't, mammy ; l\Tarse Tom tole me so his own self. But nemmine, 't ain't enough." ^^. €^' >m ^0^'jrAj '-^ik,'» 7.. /ni/Ai/' f/n«* ■^ti#^X 98 Pudd'nhead Wilson. " My Ian', what de reason 't ain't enough ?^ ** Well, I 's gwine to tell you, if you gimme a chanst, mammy. De reason it ain't enough is 'ca'se Marse Tom gambles." Roxy threw up her hands in astonishment and Chambers went on — ** Ole marster found it out, 'ca'se he had to pay two hundred dollahs for Marse Tom's gam- blin' debts, endat's true, mammy, jes as dead certain as you 's bawn." ** Two — hund'd — dollahs ! Why, what is you talkin' 'bout ? Two — hund'd — dollahs. Sakes alive, it 's 'mos' enough to buy a tol'able good second-hand nigger wid. En you ain't lyin', honey? — you would n't lie to yo' ole mammy ?" **It's God's own truth, jes as I tell you — two hund'd dollahs — I wisht I may never stir outen my tracks if it ain't so. En, oh, my Ian', ole Marse was jes a-hoppin' ! he was b'ilin' mad, I tell you ! He tuck 'n' dissen- hurrit him." He licked his chops with relish after that stately word. Roxy struggled with it a mo- ment, then gave it up and said — Digitized by Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. 99 ** Diss^nzvA/c/ied him ? " ** Dissenhurrit him." " What 's dat ? What do it mean ? " " Means he bu'sted de will." '* Bu's — ted de will ! He would n't ever treat him so ! Take it back, you mis'able imitation nigger dat I bore in sorrow e;n trib- bilation." Roxy's pet castle — an occasional dollar from Tom's pocket — was tumbling to ruin before ^ her eyes. She could not abide such a disaster as that ; she could n't endure the thougl it. Her remark amused Chambers : '* Yah-yah-yah ! jes listen to dat! If I 's imitation, what is you ? Bofe of us is imita- tion white — dat's what we is — en pow'ful good imitation, too — yah-yah-yah ! — we don't 'mount to noth'n as imitation niggers; en as for " ** Shet upyo' foolin', 'fo' I knock you side de head, en tell me 'bout de will. Tell me 't ain't bu'sted — do, honey, en I 'II never forgit you." " Well, Uaint — 'ca'se dey 's a new one made, en Marse Tom's all right ag'in. Rut what is lOO Pudd'nhead Wilson. b^ you in sich a sweat 'bout it for, mammy ? 'Tain't none o* your business I don't reckon." " 'Tain't none o' my business ? Whose business is it den, I 'd like to know ? Wuz I his mother tell he was fifteen years old, or wus n't I ? — you answer me dat. En you speck I could see him turned out po' en ornery on de worl' en never care noth 'n' 'bout it ? I reckon if you 'd ever be'n a mother yo'self, Valet de Chambers, you would n't talk sich ^ ^^ foolishness as dat." V^ Ja^A '* Well, den, ole Marse forgive him en fixed \ up de will ag'in — do dat satisfy you ?" Yes, she was satisfied now, and quite happy and sentimental over it. She kept coming daily, and at last she was told that Tom had come home. She began to tremble with emotion, and straightway sent to beg him to let his '* po' ole nigger mammy have jes one sight of him en die for joy." Tom was stretched at his lazy ease on a sofa when Chambers brought the petition. Time had not modified his ancient detestation of the humble drudge and protector of his boyhood ; it was still bitter and uncom- r Digitized by Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. lOl promising. He sat up and bent a severe gaze upon the fair face of the young fellow whose name he was unconsciously using and whose family rights he was enjoying. He maintained the gaze until the victim of it had become satisfactorily pallid with terror, then he said — " What does the old rip want with me?" The petition was meekly repeated. ** Who gave you permission to come and disturb me with the social attentions of nig- gers?" Tom had risen. The other young man was trembling now, visibly. He saw what was coming, and bent his head sideways, and put up his left arm to shield it. Tom rained cuffs upon the head and its shield, saying no word : the victim received each blow with a beseeching " Please, Marse Tom ! — oh, please, Marse Tom !" Seven blows — then Tom said, " Face the door — march !' He followed be- hind with one, two. three solid kicks. The last one helped the pure-white slave over the door-sill, and he limped away mopping liis yfyv»< Digitized by Google .'"•j; I02 Pudd'nhead Wilson. eyes with his old ragged sleeve. Tom shouted after him, " Send her in ! " Then he flung himself panting on the sofa again, and rasped out the remark, "He ar- rived just at the right moment ; I was full to the brim with bitter thinkings, and nobody to take it out of. How refreshing it was ! I feel better." Tom's mother entered now, closing the door behind her, and approached her son with all the wheedling and supplicating servilities that fear and interest can impart to the words and attitudes of the born slave. She stopped a yard from her boy and made two or three admiring exclamations over his manly stature and general handsomeness, and Tom put an arm under his head and hoisted a leg over the sofa-back in order to look properly in- different. " My Ian', how you is growed. honey ! *Clah to goodness, I would n't a-knowed you, Marse Tom ! 'deed I would n't ! Look at me good ; does you 'member old Roxy ? — does you know yo' old nigger mammy, honey? Well now, I kin lay down en die in peace, 'ca'se I 'se seed " Digitized by Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. 103 it, cut it short ! What " Cut it short, is it you want? " ** You heah dat ? Jes de same old Marse Tom, al'ays so gay and funnin' wid de ole mammy. I 'uz jes as shore " **Cut it short, I tell you, and get along! What do you want." This was a bitter disappointment. Roxy had for so many days nourished and fondled and petted her notion that Tom would be glad to see his old nurse, and would make her proud and happy to the marrow with a cordial word or two, that it took two rebuffs to convince her that he was not funning, and that her beautiful dream was a fond and foolish vanity, a shabby and pitiful mistake. She was hurt to the heart, and so ashamed that for a moment she did not quite know what to do or how to act. Then her breast began to heave, the tears came, and in her forlornness she was moved to try that other dream of hers — an appeal to her boy's charity ; and so, upon the impulse, and without reflection, she offered her supplication ; *' Oh, Marse Tom, de po' ole mammy is in -zs^Z~^W>^ ij Google I04 Pudd'nhead Wilson. sich hard luck dese days ; en she *s kinder crippled in de arms en can't work, en if you could gimme a dollah — on*y jes one little dol " Tom was on his feet so suddenly that the supplicant was startled into a jump herself. " A dollar ! — give you a dollar ! I 've a notion to strangle you ! Is that your errand here ? Clear out ! and be quick about it ! " Roxy backed slowly toward the door. ^__.^ \ When she was half-way she stopped, and said mournfully : ** Marse Tom, I nussed you when you was a little baby, en I raised you all by myself tell you was 'most a young man ; en now you is young en rich, en I is po' en gitt'n ole, en I come heah b'lievin' dat you would he'p de ole mammy 'long down de little road dat 's leF 'twix' her en de grave, en " Tom relished this tune less than any that had preceded it, for it began to wake up a sort of echo in his conscience ; so he in- terrupted and said with decision, though with- out asperity, that he was not in a situation to help her, and was n't going to do it. Digitized by Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. 105 " Ain't you ever gwine to he'p me, Marse Tom?" ** No ! Now go away and don't bother me any more." Roxy s head was down, in an attitude of humility. But now the fires of her old wrongs flamed up in her breast and began to burn fiercely. She raised her head slowly, till it was well up, and at the same time her great frame unconsciously assumed an erect and masterful attitude, with all the majesty and grace of her vanished youth in it. She raised her finger and punctuated with it : ** You has said de word. You has had yo' chance, en you has trompled it under yo' foot. When you git another one, you '11 git down on yo' knees en beg for it !" A cold chill went to Tom's heart, he did n't know why ; for he did not reflect that such words, from such an incongruous source, and so solemnly delivered, could not easily fail of that effect. However, he did the natural thing : he replied with bluster and mockery : " You 'II give me a chance — you / Perhaps I *d better get down on my knees now ! But k io6 Pudd'nhead Wilson. in case I don't — ^just for argument's sake — what 's going to happen, pray ? " " Dis is what is gwine to happen. I *s gwine as straight to yo* uncle as I kin walk, en tell him every las' thing I knows 'bout you." Tom's cheek blenched, and she saw it. Disturbing thoughts began to chase each other through his head. " How can she know ? And yet she must have found out — she looks it. I 've had the will back only three months, and am already deep in debt again, and moving heaven and earth to save myself from exposure and destruction, with a reasonably fair show of getting the thing covered up if I 'm let alone, and now this fiend has gone and found me out somehow or other. I wonder how much she knows? Oh, oh, oh, it *s enough to break a body's heart ! But I Ve got to humor her — there 's no other way." Then he worked up a rather sickly sample of a gay laugh and a hollow chipperness of manner, and said : ** Well, well, Roxy dear, old friends like Digitized by Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. 107 you and me must n't quarrel. Here *s your dollar — now tell me what you know." He held out the wild-cat bill ; she stood as she was, and made no movement. It was her turn to scorn persuasive foolery, now, and she did not waste it. She said, with a grim im- placability in voice and manner which made Tom almost realize that even a former slave can remember for ten minutes insults and in- juries returned for compliments and flatteries received, and can also enjoy taking revenge for them when the opportunity offers : " What does I know ? I '11 tell you what 1 knows. I knows enough to bu'st dat will to flinders — en more, mind you, more /'* Tom was aghast. "More?" he said. "What do you call more? Where 's there any room for more ? " Roxy laughed a mocking laugh, and said scoffingly, with a toss of her head, and her hands on her hips — ** Yes ! — oh, I reckon ! Cose you 'd like to know — wid yo' po* little ole rag dollah. What you reckon I 's gwine to tell you for ? — you ain't got no money. I *s gwine to tell yo* ■i 1 io8 Pudd'nhead Wilson. &^ uncle — en I '11 do it dis minute, too — he *11 gimme five dollahs for de news, en mighty glad, too." She swung herself around disdainfully, and started away. Tom was in a panic. He >^seized her skirts, and implored her to wait. y^^ ^ She turned and said, loftily — \\\ ** Look-a-heah, what 'uz it I tole you ? " "You — you — I don't remember anything. What was it you told me ? " A ** I tole you dat de next time I give you a ^\ chance you *d git down on yo* knees en beg for it." Tom was stupefied for a moment. He was panting with excitement. Then he said : '* Oh, Roxy, you would n't require your young master to do such a horrible thing. You can't mean it." '* I '11 let you know mighty quick whether I means it or not ! You call me names, en as good as spit on me when I comes here po' en ornery en 'umble, to praise you for bein*^ growed up so fine en handsome, en tell you how I used to nuss you en tend you en watch you when you 'uz sick en had n't no mother Digitized by Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. 109 but me in de whole worF, en beg you to give de po' ole nigger a dollah for to git her som'n* to eat, en you call me names — names, dad blame you ! Yassir, I gives you jes one chance mo\ and dat 's nozv, en it las' on*y a half a second — you hear ? " Tom slumped to his knees and began to beg, saying-— " You see I 'm begging, and it 's honest begging, too ! Now tell me, Roxy, tell me." The heir of two centuries of unatoned in- sult and outrage looked down on him and seemed to drink in deep draughts of satisfac- tion. Then she said — " Fine nice young white genTman kneelin* down to a nigger-wench ! I 's wanted to see dat jes once befo' I 's called. Now, Gabr'el, blow de hawn, I *s ready . . . Git up ! " Tom did it. He said, humbly — *• Now, Roxy, don't punish me any more. I deserved what I Ve got, but be good and let me off with that. Don't go to uncle, h. Tell me — I *11 give you the five dollars." '*Yes, I bet you will; en you won't stop' dah, nuther. But I ain't ^vine to tell you, heah " "1i ^/ ,) *-*§*^^ m^ no Pudd'nhead Wilson. L *' Good gracious, no ! " •* Is you 'feared o' de ha'nted house?'' " N-no." " Well, den, you come to de ha nted house *bout ten or *leven to-night, en climb up de ladder, 'ca'se de sta'r-steps is broke down, en you *11 find me. I *s a-roostin' in de ha nted house *ca*se I can't *ford to roos' nowhers* else." She started toward the door, but stopped and said, *' Gimme de dollah bill ! " He gave it to her. She examined it and said, ** H'm — like enough de bank 's bu'sted.'^ She started again, but halted again. " Has you got any whisky ?" "Yes. a little." •• Fetch it ! " He ran to his room overhead and brought down a bottle which was two-thirds full. She tilted it up and took a drink. Her eyes spar- kled with satisfaction, and she tucked the bot- tle under her shawl, saying, " It 's prime. I *11 take it along." Tom humbly held the door for her, and she marched out as grim and erect as a grenadier,. u\Digiti|t A/Google CHAPTER IX. Why is it that we rejoice at a birth and grieve at a funeral ? It is because we are not the person involved. — Pudd*nhead Wilson's Calendar, It is easy lo find fault, if one has that disposition. There was once a man who, not being able to find any other fault with his coal, complained that there were too many prehistoric toads in it. — Pudd'nhead Wilson^ s Calendar. Tom flung himself on the sofa, and put his throbbing head in his hands, and rested his elbows on his knees. He rocked himself back and forth and moaned. ** I Ve knelt to a nigger wench!" he mut- -- tered. " I thought I had struck the deepest - depths of degradation before, but oh, dear, it ^^^^^^h^^^ was nothing to this. . . . Well, there is one consolation, such as it is^I 've struck bottom this time ; there's notliing lower." But that was a hasty conclusion. At ten that night he climbed the ladder in ^ 112 Pudd'nhead Wilson. ri ^r ^5^ the haunted house, pale, weak and wretched. Roxy was standing in the door of one of the rooms, waiting, for she had heard him. This was a two-story log house which had acquired the reputation a few years before of being haunted, and that was the end of its use- fulness. Nobody would live in it afterward, or go near it by night, and most people even gave it a wide berth in the daytime. As it had no competition, it was called the haunted house. It waj getting crazy and ruinous, now, from long neglect. It stood three hun- dred yards beyond Pudd'nhead Wilson's house, with nothing between but vacancy. It was the last house in the town at that end. Tom followed Roxy into the room. She had a pile of clean straw in the corner for a bed, some cheap but well-kept clothing was hanging on the wall, there was a tin lantern freckling the floor with little spots of light, and there were various soap-and-candle boxes scattered about, which served for chairs. The two sat down. Roxy said — '* Now den, I '11 tell you straight off. en I '11 begin to k'leck de money later on ; I ain't in Digitized by Google PUDD'NHEAD WiLSON. 113 no hurry. What does you reckon I 's gwine to tell you ? " "Well, you — you — oh, Roxy, don't make it too hard for me ! Come right out and tell me you 've found out somehow what a shape I 'm in on account of dissipation and foolish- ness." " Disposition en foolishness ! No sir, dat ain't it. Dat jist ain't nothin' at all, 'long- side o' what /knows." Tom stared at her, and said — " Why, Roxy, what do you mean ?" She rose, and gloomed above him like a Fate. *' I means dis — en it's de Lord's truth.' You ain't no more kin to ole Marse Driscoll den I is! — dat's what I means!" and her eyes flamed with triumph. "What!" " Yassir, en dat ain't all ! You 's a nigger / — bawn a nigger en a slave / — en you 's a nigger en a slave dis minute ; en if I opens my mouf ole Marse Driscoll '11 sell you down de river befo' you is two days older den what is now ! " 8 you Google 114 Pudd'nhead Wilson. "It's a thundering lie, you miserable old blatherskite ! " "It ain't no lie, nuther. It 's jes de truth,, en nothin* but de truth, so he p me. Yassir — you 's my son — " "You devil!" " En dat po* boy dat you 's be'n a-kickin* en a-cuffin' to-day is Percy DriscolFs son ert yo' marster " "You beast !" " En his name 's Tom Driscoll, txiyd name 's Valet de Chambers, en you ain't got no fam- bly name, beca'se niggers don't have em ! " Tom sprang up and seized a billet of wood and raised it ; but his mother only laughed at him and said — * Set down, you pup ! Does you think you kin skyer me ? It ain't in you, nor de likes of you. I reckon you 'd shoot me in de back, maybe, if you got a chance, for dat's jist yo' style — / knows you, throo en throo — but i don't mind gitt'n killec beca'se all dis is down in writin' en it 's in safe hands, too, en de man dat 's got it knows whah to look for de right man when I gits killed. Oh, bless Digitized by Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. 115 yo* soul, if you puts yo' mother up for as big a fool as you is, you's pow7ul mistaken, I kin tell you ! Now den, you set still en behave yo'self ; en don't you git up ag'in till I tell you!" Tom fretted and chafed awhile in a whirl- wind of disorganizing sensations and emotions, and finally said, with something like settled conviction — ** The whole thing is moonshine ; now then, go ahead and do your worst ; I 'm done with / you. Roxy made no answer. She took the lan- tern and started toward the door. Tom was in a cold panic in a moment. ** Come back, come back !" he wailed. ** I did n't mean it, Roxy ; I take it all back, and I *11 never say it again ! Please come back> Roxy!" The woman stood a moment, then she said gravely : ** Dat 's one thing you *s got to stop. Valet de Chambers. You can't call me Roxy^ same as if you was my equal. Chillen don't speak to dey mammies like dat. You '11 call me ma J V f.% # ii6 Pudd'nhead Wilson. or mammy, dat 's what you *11 call me — least- ways when dey ain't nobody aroun'. Say it!" It cost Tom a struggle, but he got it out. " Dat 's all right. Don't you ever forgit it agin, if you knows what's good for you. Now den, you has said you would n't ever call it lies en moonshine ag'in. I '11 tell you dis, for a warnin' : if you ever does say it ag'in, it 's de las' time you '11 ever say it to me ; I '11 tramp as straight to de Judge as I kin walk, en tell him who you is, en prove it. Does you b'lieve me when I says dat?" " Oh," groaned Tom, " I more than believe it ; I know it." Roxy knew her conquest was complete. She could have proved nothing to anybody, and her threat about the writings was a He ; but she knew the person she was dealing v/ith, and had made both statements without any doubt as to the effect they would produce. She went and sat down on her candle-box, and the pride and pomp of her victorious atti- tude made it a throne. She said — "Now den, Chambers, we's gwine to talk Digitized by Google PUDD*NHEAD WlLSON. [17 business, en dey ain't gwine to be no mo' fool- ishness. In de fust place, you gits fifty dol- lahs a month; you's gwine to han* over half of it to yo' ma. Plank it out !" But Tom had only six dollars in the world. He gave her that, and promised to start fair on next month's pension. "Chambers, how much is you in debt ?" Tom shuddered, and said — ** Nearly three hundred dollars." " How is you gwine to pay it ? " Tom groaned out — **Oh, I don't know; don't ask me such awful questions." But she stuck to her point until she wearied a confession out of him : he had been prowl- ing about in disguise, stealing small valuables from private houses ; in fact, had made a ^^oikI deal of a raid on his fellow-villagers a fortnight before, when he was supposed to be in St, Louis; but he doubted if he had sent away enough stuff to realize the required amount, and was afraid to make a furtlier venture in the present excited state of the town. His mother approved of his conduct, ai ii8 Pudd'nhead Wilson. to help, but this frightened him. He trem- blingly ventured to say that if she would retire from the town he should feel better and safer, and could hold his head higher — and was go- ing on to make an argument, but she inter- rupted and surprised him pleasantly by saying she was ready ; it did n't make any difference to her where she stayed, so that she got her share of the pension regularly. She said she would not go far, and would call at the haunted house once a month for her money. Then she said — ** I don't hate you so much now, but I 've hated you a many a year — and anybody would. Did n*t I change you off, en give you a good fambly en a good name, en made you a white genTman en rich, wid store clothes on — en what did I git for it ? You de- spised me all de time, en was al'ays sayin* mean hard things to me befo* folks, en would n*t ever let me forgit I 's a nigger — en —en •' She fell to sobbing, and broke down. Tom said — * Hut you know I didn't know you were my mother ; and besides " Digitized by Google PuDD*NiiEAD Wilson. 119 ** Well, nemmine 'bout dat, now ; let it go. 1 's gwine to fo'git it.** Then she added fiercely, ** En don't ever make me remember it agin, or you '11 be sorry, /tell you." When they were parting, Tom said, in the most persuasive way he could command — ** Ma, would you mind telling me who was my father ? " He had supposed he was asking an embar- rassing question. He was mistaken. Roxy drew herself up with a proud toss of her head, and said — ** Does I mine tellin' you ? No, dat I^j don't ! You ain't got no 'casion to be shame' o' yo' father, /kin tell you. Hewu2 de highest quality in dis whole town — ole Vir- ginny stock. Fust famblies, he wuz. Jes as good stock as de Driscolls en de Howards, de bes' day dey ever seed." She put on a little prouder air, if possible, and added impres- sively : "Does you 'member Gunnel Cecil Burleigh Essex, dat died de same year yo' young Marse Tom Driscoll's pappy died, en all de Masons en Odd Fellers en Churches I20 Pudd'nhead Wilson. turned out en give him de bigges' funeral dis town ever seed ? Dat 's de man." Under the inspiration of her soaring com- placency the departed graces of her earlier days returned to her, and her bearing took to itself a dignity and state that might have passed for queenly if her surroundings had been a little more in keeping with it. " Dey ain't another nigger in dis town dat 's as high-bawn as you is. Now den, go 'long ! En jes you hold yo' head up as high as you want to — you has de right, en dat I kin swah.'* Digitized by Google CHAPTER X. All say, ** How hard it is that we have to die *' — a strange complaint to come from the mouths of people who have had to live. — Pudd'nhead Wilson^ s Calendar, When angry, count four ; when very angry, swear. — Pudd'nhead Wilson's Calendar. Every now and then, after Tom went to bed, he had sudden wakings out of his sleep, and his first thought was, •* Oh, joy, it was all a dream ! " Then he laid himself heavily down again, with a groan and the muttered words, ** A nigger ! I am a nigger ! Oh, I wish I was dead ! '* He woke at dawn with one more repetition of this horror, and then he resolved to meddle no more with that treacherous sleep. He be- gan to think. Sufficiently bitter thinkings they were. They wandered along something aiter this fashion : 121 ^4' 122 Pudd'nhead Wilson. M **Why were niggers and whites made? What crime did the uncreated first nigger commit that the curse of birth was decreed for him ? And why is this awful difference made between white and black? . . . How hard the nigger's fate seems, this morning ! — yet until last night such a thought never entered my head." He sighed and groaned an hour or more away. Then ** Chambers ** came humbly in to say that breakfast was nearly ready. **Tom" blushed scarlet to see this aristocratic white youth cringe to him, a nigger, and call him ** Young Marster." He said roughly — "Get out of my sight!" and when the youth was gone, he muttered, ** He has done me no harm, poor wretch, but he is an eyesore to me now, for he is Driscoll the young gentle- man, and I am a — oh, I wish I was dead !" A gigantic irruption, like that of Krakatoa a few years ago, with the accompanying earth- quakes, tidal waves, and clouds of volcanic dust, changes the face of the surrounding landscape beyond recognition, bringing down ^* the high landsp elevating the low, making fair ^ Google PUDD*NHEAD WiLSON. 123 lakes where deserts had been, and deserts where green prairies had smiled before. The tre- mendous catastrophe which had befallen Tom had changed his moral landscape in much the same way. Some of his low places he found lifted to ideals, some of his ideals had sunk to the valleys, and lay there with the sack- •cloth and ashes of pumice-stone and sulphur on their ruined heads. For days he wandered in lonely places, thinking, thinking, thinking — trying to get his bearincrs. It was new work. If he met a friend, he found that the habit of a lifetime had in some mysterious way vanished — his vi, ^ arm hung limp, instead of involuntarily ^^^.3 rp>^/ ^ tending the hand for a shake. It was the f^. ""-3 A ** nigger" in him asserting its humility, and ' ^ VI he blushed and was abashed. And the **nig-'H/ ger" in him was surprised when the white'^."*^ -white rowdy and loafer. When Ro\vena,fe.-;^Af <= rsj^ the dearest thing his heart knew, tlie idolji?]<[|;Jf:'p|^ of his secret worship, invited him in, the ** nig-lfc^-^ " ^^^'^l--^ 4,^ '^•0/-^':.' ■^^^J'-.-Lll^ r Digitiz( r-/ 124 Pudd'nhead Wilson. 'f./fi. ger " in him made an embarrassed excuse and was afraid to enter and sit with the dread white folks on equal terms. The "nigger" in him went shrinking and skulking here and ^/ ^ '■'^^%'5'r^ there and yonder, and fancying it saw suspi- *^tf<».V''7 . ^*^" ^'^^ maybe detection in all faces, tones, -^ j?--^ } ^j^j gestures. So strange and uncharacteris- "^X. tic was Tom's conduct that people noticed it, t^J^' and turned to look after him when he passed .-^ y^on ; and when he glanced back — as he couid i' ^ not help doing, in spite of his best resistance ■^f^^ — ^"^ caught that puzzled expression in a '^is^f^' person's face, it gave him a sick feeling, and '"^ ^ he took himself out of view as quickly as he \ *.i could. He presently came to have a hunted sense and a hunted look, and then he fled away to the hill-tops and the solitudes. He said to himself that the curse of Ham was upon him. He dreaded his meals ; the *' nigger " in him was ashamed to sit at the white folks' table, and feared discovery all the time ; and once when Judge Driscoll said, "What's the mat- ter with you ? You look as meek as a nig- ger," he felt as secret murderers are said to feel Digitized by Google <" PUDD*NHEAD WiLSON. 125 when the accuser says, "Thou art the man !'* Tom said he was not well, and left the table. His ostensible ** aunt's" solicitudes and en- dearments were become a termor to him, and he avoided them. And all the time, hatred of his ostensible '* uncle " was steadily growing in his heart ; for he said to himself, ** He is white ; and I am his chattel, his property, his goods, and he can sell me, just as he could his dog." For as much as a week after this, Tom imagined that his character had undergone a pretty radical change. But that was because he did not know himself. In several ways his opinions were totally changed, and would never go back to what they were before, but the main structure of his character was not changed, and could not be changed. One or two very important features of it were altered, and in time: effects would result from this, if opportunity offered — effects of a quite, serious nature, too* Under the influence of a great meiUiil andjj moral upheaval his character and habits had taken on the appearance of complete cimnge, I jMfapi^ ^ ^ 126 Pudd'nhead Wilson. but after a while with the subsidence of the storm both began to settle toward their for- mer places. He dropped gradually back into his old frivolous and easy-going ways and conditions of feeling and manner of speech, and no familiar of his could have detected anything in him that differentiated him from the weak and careless Tom of other days. The theft-raid which he had made upon the village turned out better than he had ventured to hope. It produced the sum necessary to pay his gaming-debts, and saved him from ex- posure to his uncle and another smashing of the will. He and his mother learned to like each other fairly well. She couldn't love him, as yet, because there ** warn *t nothing to him." as she expressed it, but her nature needed something or somebody to rule over, and he was better than nothing. Her strong character and aggressive and commanding ways compelled Tom's admiration in spite of the fact that he got more illustrations of them than he needed for his comfort. However, as a rule her conversation was made up of racy tattle about the privacies of the chief t^^ Digitized by Google Pudd'nhead- Wilson. 127 ,'\_^<- families of the town (for she went harvesting among their kitchens every time she came to the village), and Tom enjoyed this. It was just in his line. She always collected her half of his pension punctually, and he was always at the haunted house to have a chat with her on these occasions. Every now and then she J^ -■''^^ < paid him a visit there on between-days also. Occasionally he would run up to St. Louis for a few weeks, and at last temptation caught him again. He won a lot of money, but lost it, and with it a deal more besides, which he promised to raise as soon as possible. For this purpose he projected a new raid! on his town. He never meddled with any'f other town, for he was afraid to venture into n,| houses whose ins and outs he did not know and the habits of whose households he was not acquainted with. He arrived at the haunted house in disguise on the Wednesday before the advent of the twins — after writing his aunt Pratt that he would not arrive until two days after — and lay in hiding there with his mother until toward daylight Friday morn- _ ing, when he went to his uncle's house and kN\V /"^ Digitized by Google 128 Pudd'nhead Wilson. '^ r^ entered by the back way with his own key, and slipped up to his- room, where he could have the use of mirror and toilet scrticles. He had a suit of girl's clothes with him in a bun- dle as a disguise for his raid, and was wearing a suit of his mother's clothing, with black gloves and veil. By dawn he was tricked out for his raid, but he caught a glimpse of Pudd'n- head Wilson through the window over tlie way, and knew that Pudd'nhead had caught a glimpse of him. So he entertained Wilson with some airs and graces and attitudes for a while, then stepped out of sight and resumed the other disguise, and by and by went down and out the back way and started down town to reconnoiter the scene of his intended labors. But he was ill at ease. He had changed back to Roxy's dress, with the stoop of age added to the disguise, so that Wilson would not bother himself about a humble old wp- man leaving a neighbor's house by the back '^?5ti ^'^y ^^ *"^^^ early morning, in case he was still £^» spying. But supposing Wilson had seen him leave, and had thought it suspicious, and had ko followed him ? V riie thought made Tom y^$UY^*«m!^^ ' ^•.xv'^Jitizedby Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. 129 cold. He gave up the raid for the day, and hurried bacjc to the haunted house by the ob- scurest route he knew. His mother was gone ; but she came back, by and by, with the news of the grand reception at Patsy Cooper s, and soon persuaded him that the opportunity ^ was like a special providence, it was so invit- ing and perfect. So he went raiding, after ^all, and made a nice success of it while every- body was gone to Patsy Cooper s. Success gave him nerve and even actual intrepidity ; insomuch, indeed, that after he had conveyed his harvest to his mother in a back alley, he went to the reception himself, and added sev- eral of the valuables of that house to his tak- ings. After this long digression we have how ar- rived once more at the point where Pudd'n- head Wilson, while waiting for the arrival of the twins on that same Friday evening, sat ^puzzling over the strange apparition of that morning — a girl in young Tom Driscoirs bed- room ; fretting, and guessing, and puzzling ij over it, and wondering who the shamtjlessl creature might be. JM CHAPTER XI. There are three infallible ways of pleasing an author, and the three form a rising scale of compliment : i, to tell him you have read one of his books ; 2, to tell him you have read all of his books ; 3, to ask him to let you read the manuscript of his forthcoming book. No. i admits you to his respect ; No. 2 admits you to his admiration ; No. 3 carries you clear into his heart. — Pudd'nhead Wil- son's Calendar, As to the Adjective : when in doubt, strike it out — Pudd'nhead Wilson's Calendar. ^^ /^ The twins arrived presently, and talk be- gan. It flowed along chattily and sociably, and under its influence the new friendship gathered ease and strength. Wilson ggt out his Calendar, by request, and read a passage or two from it, which the twins praised quite cordially- This pleased the author so much . that he complied gladly when they asked him to lend them a batch of the work to read at Digitized by Google PUDD*NHEAD WiLSON. 131 home. In the course of their wide travels they had found out that there are three sure ways of pleasing an author ; they were now work- ing the best of the three. There was an interruption, now. Young Tom Driscoll appeared, and joined the party. He pretended to be seeing the distinguished strangers for the first time when they rose to shake hands ; but this was only a blind, as he had already had a glimpse of them, at the re- ception, while robbing the house. The twins madd mental note that he was smooth-faced and rather handsome, and smooth and undu- latory in his movements — graceful, in fact. Angelo thought he had a good eye ; Luigi thought there was something veiled and sly about it. Angelo thought he had a pleasant free-and-easy way of talking ; Luigi thought it was more so than was agreeable. Angelo thought he was a sufficiently nice young man ; Luigi reserved his dicision. Tom*s first con- tribution to the conversation was a question which he had put to Wilson a hundred times before. It was always cheerily and good-na- turedly put, and always inflicted a little pang, WP^ 132 Pudd'nhead Wilson. for it touched a secret sore ; but this time the pang was sharp, since strangers were present. •* Well, how does the law come on ? Had a case yet ?" Wilson bit his lip, but answered, *• No — not yet," with as much indifference as he could as- sume. Judge Driscoll had generously left the law feature out of the Wilson biography which he had furnished to the twins. Young Tom laughed pleasantly, and said : " Wilson *s c lawyer, gentlemen, but he does n't practise now." The sarcasm bit, but Wilson kept himself under control, and said without passion : *• I don't practise, it is true. It is true that I have never had a case, and have had to earn a poor living for twenty years as an expert ac- countant in a town where I can't get hold of a set of books to untangle as often as I should like. But it is also true that I did fit myself i^^ well for the practice of the law. By the time I was your age, Tom, I had chosen a profes- sion, and was soon competent to enter upon it." Tom winced. "I never got a chance to try my hand at it, and I may nevei get a Digitized by Google l^'W** Pudd'nhead Wilson. ^53 chance ; and yet if I ever do get it I shall be found ready, for I have kept up my law-stud- ies all these years/' " That 's it ; that's good grit ! I like to see it. I Ve a notion to throw all my business your way. My business and your law-practice ought to make a pretty gay team, Dave," and the young fellow laughed again. '• If you will throw — " Wilson had thought of the girl in Tom's bedroom, and was going to say, ** If you will throw the surreptitious and disreputable part of your business my way, it may amount to something;" but thought better of it and said, ** However, this matter does n't fit well in a general conversation." " All right, we '11 change the subject ; I guess you were about to give me another dig, anyway, so I *m willing to change. How 's the Awful Mystery flourishing these days ? Wilson's got a scheme for driving plain win- dow-glass out of the market by decorating it ^ with greasy finger-marks, and getting rich ^^^ by selling: it at famine prices to the crowned heads over in Europe to outfit their palaces jliljljj with. Fetch it out, Dave." Google 134 Pudd'nhead Wilson. Wilson brought three of his glass strips, and said — " I get the subject to pass the fingers of his right hand through his hair, so as to get a lit- tle coating of the natural oil on them, and then press the balls of them on the glass. A fine and delicate print of the lines in the skin ) results, and is permanent, if it does n't come in contact with something able to rub it off. You begin, Tom." ** Why, I think you took my finger-marks once or twice before." **Yes; but you were a little boy the last time, only about twelve years old." ** That 's so. Of course I *ve changed en- tirely since then, and variety is what the crowned heads want, I guess." He passed his fingers through his crop of short hair, and pressed them one at a time on the glass. Angelo made a print of his fingers on another glass, and Luigi followed with the third. Wilson marked the glasses with names and date, and put them away. Tom gave one of his little laughs, and said — •* I thought I would n*t say anything, but if 'igitized by Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. 135 variety is what you are after, you have wasted ^^^j: ^ -4 a piece of glass. The hand-print of one twin is ^ ^^^:^-:,^^^'"- the same as the hand-print of the fellow-twin/' ^ "Well, it 's done now, and I like to have '; them both, anyway," said Wilson, returning to his place. •' But look here, Dave," said Tom, ** you used to tell people's fortunes, too, when you took their finger-marks. Dave 's just an all- round genius — a genius of the first water, .^ gentlemen ; a great scientist running to seed (i here in this village, a prophet with the kind J| of honor that prophets generally get at home — for here they don't give shucks for his sci- entifics, and they call his skull a notion-factory — hey, Dave, ain't it so ? But never mind ; he '11 make his mark some day — finger-mark, you know, he-he ! But really, you want to let him take a shy at your palms once ; it 's worth twice the price of admission or your money's returned at the door. Why, he '11 read your wrinkles as easy as a book, and not only tell you fifty or sixty things that 's going to happen to you, but fifty or sixty thousand that ain't. Come, Dave, show the gentlemen ^ zed bj[Google 136 Pudd'nhead Wilson. what an inspired Jack-at-all-science we 've got in this town, and don't know it." Wilson winced under this nagging and not very courteous chaff, and the twins suffered with him and for him. They rightly judged^ now, that the best way to relieve him would be to take the thing in earnest and treat it with respect, ignoring Tom's rather overdone raillery ; so Luigi said — ** We have seen something of palmistry in our wanderings, and know very well what astonishing things it can do. If it is n't a science, and one of the greatest of them, too, I don't know what its other name ought to be- In the Orient " Tom looked surprised and incredulous. He said^ " That juggling a science ? But really, you ain't serious, are you ?" "Yes, entirely so. Four years ago we had our liands read out to us as if our palms had been covered with print." " Well, do you mean to say there was act- ually anything in it?" asked Tom, his incre- dulity beginning to weaken a little. oogle X*\nt5-'^ Pudd'nhead Wilson. 137 ** There was this much in it." said Angelo : "what was told us of our characters was mi- nutely exact — we could not have bettered it ourselves. Next, two or three memorable things that had happened to us were laid bare -:— things which no one present but ourselves could have known about." " Why, it 's rank sorcery ! " exclaimed Tom, who was now becoming very much interested. " And how did they make out with what was going to happen to you in the future?" '* On the whole, quite fairly," said Luigi. *• Two or three of the most striking things foretold have happened since; much the most striking one of all happened within that same year. Some of the minor prophecies have come true ; some of the minor and some of the major ones have not been fulfilled yet, and of course may never be : still, I should be more surprised if they failed to arrive than if they did n't." Tom was entirely sobered, and profoundly impressed. He said, apologetically — '• Dave, I was n't meaning to belittle that science ; I was only chafifing — chattering, I 138 Pudd'nhead Wilson. 4 V/- reckon I 'd better say. I wish you would look at their palms. Come, won't you ?" ** Why, certainly, if you want me to ; but you know I Ve had no chance to become an expert, and don't claim to be one. When a past event is somewhat prominently recorded in the palm I can generally detect that, but minor ones often escape me, — not always, of course, but often^ — but I have n't much con- fidence in myself when it comes to reading the future. I am talking as if palmistry was a daily study with me, but that is not so. I have n't examined half a dozen hands in the last half dozen years ; you see, the people got to joking about it, and I stopped to let the talk die down. I '11 tell you what we '11 do. Count Luigi : I '11 make a try at your past, and if I have any success there — no, on the whole, I '11 let the future alone ; that 's really the affair of an expert.'* He took Luigi's hand. Tom said — ** Wait — don't look yet, Dave ! Count Lu- igi, here 's paper and pencil. Set down that thing that you said was the most striking one that was foretold to you, and happened less oogle Pudd'nhead Wilson. 139 than a year afterward, and give it to me so I can see if Dave finds it in your hand." Luigi wrote a line privately, and folded up the piece of paper, and handed it to Tom, saying — •* I '11 tell you when to look at it, if he finds it." Wilson began to study Luigi's palm, tracing life lines, heart lines, head lines, and so on, and noting carefully their relations with the cobweb of finer and more delicati^ marks and lines that enmeshed tliem on all sides ; he felt of the fleshy cushion at the base of tiie thumbs and noted its shape ; he felt of the fleshy side of the liand between the wrist and the base of the little finger, and noted its shape also ; he painstakingly examined the fingers, observing their form, proportions, and natural manner of disposing themselves when in repose. All this process was watched by the three spectators with absorbing inter- est, their heads bent together over Lurgi's palm, and nobody disturbing the stillness with a word. Wilson now entered upon a close survey of the palm again, and his reve- lations began. I40 Pudd'nhead Wilson. He mapped out Luigi's character and dis- position, his tastes, aversions, proclivities, am- bitions, and eccentricities in away which some- times made Luigi wince and the others laugh, but both twins declared that the chart was artistically drawn and was correct. Next, Wilson took up Luigi's history. He proceeded cautiously and with hesitation, now, moving his finger slowly along the great lines of the palm, and now and then halting it at a ''star" or some such landmark, and examin- ing that neighborhood minutely. He pro- claimed one or two past events, Luigi con- firmed his correctness, and the search went on. Presently Wilson glanced up suddenly with a surprised expression — " Here is record of an incident which you would perhaps not wish me to " ** Bring it out," said Luigi, good-naturedly ; " I promise you it sha'n't embarrass me." But Wilson still hesitated, and did not seem quite to know what to do. Then he said — ** I think it is too delicate a matter to — to — I believe I would rather write it or whisper it to you, and let you decide for yoursell whether you want it talked out or not. " Digitized by ^ Pudd'nhead Wilson. 141 "That will answer," said Luigi ; ''write It." Wilson wrote something on a slip of paper and handed it to Luigi, who read it to himself and said to Tom — ** Unfold your slip and read it, Mr. Dris- coll." Tom read : ** It was prophesied that I would kill a man. It came true before the year was out^ " Tom added, ** Great Scott ! " Luigi handed Wilson's paper to Tom, and said — " Now read this one." Tom read : ** You have killed some one, but whether man, woman or child, I do not make out'' *' Caesar s ghost ! " commented Tom, with astonishment. ** It beats anything that was ever heard of! Why, a man's own hand is his deadliest enemy! Just think of that — a man's own hand keeps a record of the deepest and fatalest secrets of his life, and is treacher- ously ready to expose him to any black-magic stranger that comes along. But what do you 142 Pudd'nhead Wilson. tx^ •■y. let a person look at your hand for, with that awful thing printed in it ?" *' Oh," said Luigi, reposefully, ** I don't mind it. I killed the man for good reasons, and I don't regret it." ** What were the reasons ? " *• Well, he needed killing." " I '11 tell you why he did it, since he won't say himself," said Angelo, warmly. ** He did it to save my life, that 's what he did it for. So it was a noble act, and not a thing to be hid in the dark." ** So it was, so it was," said Wilson ; ** to do such a thing to save a brother's life is a great and fine action." ** Now come," said Luigi, ** it is very pleasant to hear you say these things, but for unsel- fishness, or heroism, or magnanimity, the circumstances won't stand scrutiny. You overlook one detail ; suppose I had n't saved Angelo's life, what would have become of mine ? It I had let the man kill him, would n't he have killed me, too ? I saved my own life, you see." "Yes; that is your way of talking," said Digitized by Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. 143 Angelo, **but I know you — I don't believe you thought of yourself at all. I keep that weapon yet that Luigi killed the man with, and I '11 show it to you sometime. That in- cident makes it interesting, and it had a his- tory befort: It ciuuii iiuu Luigi\s hands which adds to its interest* It was given to Luigi by a great Indian prince, the Gaikowar of Baroda, and it had been in his family two or three centuries. It killed a good many dis- agreeable people who troubled that hearth- stone at one time and another. It h n't much to look at, except that it is n*t shaped like ether knives, or dirks, or whatever it ma)^ be called — here, I Ml draw it for you," He took a sheet of paper and made a rapid sketch, " There it is — a broad and murderous blade, with edges like a razor for sharpness. The devices engraved on it are the ciphers or names of its long line of possessors — I had Luigi's name added in Roman letters myself with our coat of arms, as you see. You notice what a curious handle the thing has. It is solid ivory, polished like a mirror, and is four or five inches lon^^ — rounds and as thick as 'ffl U) 'n\] m Digitized by Google 144 Pudu'nhead Wilson. a large man's wrist, with the end squared off flat, for your thumb to rest on ; for you grasp it, with your thumb resting on the blunt end — so — and lift it aloft and strike downward. The Gaikowar showed us how the thing was done when he gave it to Luigr, and before that niglit was ended Luigi had used the knife, and tlie Gaikowar was a man short by reason of it. The sheath is magnificently orna- mented with gems of great value. You will find the sheath more worth lookinor at than thf? knife itself, of course." Tom said to himself — *' It *s lucky I came nere, I would have sold that knife for a song; I supposed the jewels were glass.'' '* But go on ; don't stop/' said Wilson. '' Our curiosity is up now, to hear about the homicide. Tell us about that," '* Wei I J briefly, the knife was to blame for that, all around. A native servant slipped into our room in the palace in the night, to kill us and steal the knife on account of the fortune incrusted on its sheath, without a doubt, L-uigi had it under his pillow ; we Pudd'nhead Wilson. 145 were in bed together. There was a dim night-light burning. I was asleep, but Luigi was awake, and he thought he detected a vague form nearing the bed. He slipped the knife out of the sheath and was ready, and un- embarrassed by hampering bed-cloihes, for the weather was hot and we had n't any. Suddenly that native rose at the bedside, and J bent over me with his right hand lifted and a dirk in it aimed at my throat ; but Luigi grabbed his wrist, pulled him downward, anc',^ drove his own knife into the man's nedc^V That is the whole story." Wilson and Tom drew deep breaths, and after some general chat about the tragedy, Pudd'nhead said, taking Tom's hand — ** Now, Tom, I Ve never had a look at your palms, as it happens ; perhaps you Ve got some little questionable privacies that need — hel-lo ! " Tom had snatched away his hand, and was looking a good deal confused. " Why, he 's blushing ! " said Luigi. Tom darted an ugly look at him, and said sharply — 10 jitized by Google 146 Pudd'nhead Wilson. ** Well, if I am, it ain't because I *m a mur- derer ! " Luigi's dark face flushed, but be- fore he could speak or move, Tom added with anxious haste : '* Oh, 1 beg a thousand par* dons. I did n't mean that; it was out before I thought, and I 'm very, very sorry — you must forgive me ! *' Wilson came to the rescue, and smoothed things down as well as he could ; and in fact was entirely successful as far as the twins were concerned, for they felt sorrier for the affront put upon him by his guest's outburst of ill manners than for the insult offered to- Luigi. But the success was not so pro- nounced with the offender. Tom tried ta seem at his ease, and he went through the motions fairly well, but at bottom he felt re- sentful toward all the three witnesses of his. exhibition ; in fact, he felt so annoyed at them- for having witnessed it and noticed it that he almost forgot to feel annoyed at him-- self for placing it before them. However, something presently happened which made him almost comfortable, and brought him nearly back to a state of charity and friend* Digitized by Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. 147 liness. This was a little spat between the twins ; not much of a spat, but still a spat ; and before they got far with it they were in a decided condition of irritation with each other. Tom was charmed ; so pleased, in- deed, that he cautiously did what he could to increase the irritation while pretending to be actuated by more respectable motives. By his help the fire got warmed up to the blazing- point, and he might have had the happiness of seeing the flames show up, in another mo- ment, but for the interruption of a knock on the door — an interruption which fretted hipi as much as it gratified Wilson. Wilson opened the door. The visitor was a good-natured, ignorant, energetic, middle-aged Irishman named John Buckstone, who was a great politician in a small way, and always took a large share in public matters of every sort. One of the town's chief excitements, just now, was over the matter of rum. There was a strong rum party and a strong anti-rum party. Buckstone was training with the rum party, and he had been sent to hunt up the twins and invite MJ//A/(|((li Digitized by Google 148 PUDD'NHEAD WiLSON. them to attend a mass-meeting of that faction. He delivered his errand, and said the clans were already gathering in the big hall over the market-house. Luigi accepted the invita- tion cordially, Angelo less cordially, since he disliked crowds, and did not drink the power- ful intoxicants of America. In fact, he was even a teetotaler sometimes — when it was judicious to be one. The twins left with Buckstone, and Tom Driscoll joined company with them uninvited. In the distance one could see a long waver- >^ ing line of torches drifting down the main !^:^ strtret, and could hear the throbbing of the bass druni, the; clasli of cymbals, the squeak- ing of a fife or two, and the faint roar of re- mote hurrahs. The tail-end of this procession was climbing the market-house stairs when the twins arrived in its neighborhood; when ihcy reached the hall !t was full of people, torches, smoke, noise and entlnisiasm. They were conducted to the platform by Buckstone — Tom Driscoll still following— and were delivered to the chairman in the mid^^t of a prodigious explosion of welcome. When Digitized by VjOOQIC Pudd'nhead Wilson. 149 the noise had moderated a little, the chair proposed that ** our illustrious guests be at once elected, by complimentary acclamation, to membership in our ever-glorious organiza- tion, the paradise of the free and the perdition of the slave." This eloquent discharge opened the flood- gates of enthusiasm again, and the election was carried with thundering unanimity. Then arose a storm of cries : ** Wet them down ! Wet them down ! Give them a drink ! " Glasses of whisky were handed to the twins. Luigi waved his aloft, then brought it to his lips ; but Angelo set his down. There was another storm of cries : '* What's the matter with the other one ?" ** What is the blond one going back on us for?" *• Explain ! Explain!" The chairman inquired, and then reported — ** We have made an unfortunate mistake, gentlemen. I find that the Count Angelo Cappello is opposed to our creed — is a teeto- taler, in fact, and was not intending to apply for membership with us. He desires that we IC^^C^ Digitized by Google ISO Pudd'nhead Wilson. reconsider the vote by which he was elected. What is the pleasure of the house ? " There was a general burst of laughter, plen- tifully accented with whistlings and cat-calls, but the energetic use of the gavel presently restored something like order. Then a man spoke from the crowd, and said that while he was very sorry that the mistake had been made, it would not be possible to rectify it at the present meeting. According to the by- laws it must go over to the next regular meeting for action. He would not offer a motion, as none was required. He desired to apologize to the gentleman in the name of the house, and begged to assure him that as far as it might lie in the power of the Sons of Liberty, his temporary membership in the order would be made pleasant to him. This speech was received with great ap- plause, mixed with cries of — ** That 's the talk ! " " He 's a good fellow, anyway, if he is a teetotaler!" ** Drink his health!" **Give him a rouser, and no heel- taps ! " Glasses were handed around, and every- Digitized by Google PUDD*NHEAD WlLSON. 151 body on the platform drank Angelo's health, while the house bellowed forth in song : For he 's a jolly good f el-low, For he 's a jolly good fel-low, For he 's a jolly good feel-low, — Which nobody can deny. Tom Driscoll drank. It was his second glass, for he had drunk Angelo's the moment that Angelo had set it down. The two drinks made him very merry — almost idiotically so — and he began to take a most lively and promi- nent part in the proceedings, particularly in the music and cat-calls and side-remarks. The chairman was still standing at the front, the twins at his side. The extraordi- narily close resemblance of the brothers to ■each other suggested a witticism to Tom Driscoll, and just as the chairman began a speech he skipped forward and said with an air of tipsy confidence to the audience — ** Boys, I move that he keeps still and lets this human philopena snip you out a speech." The descriptive aptness of the phrase caught the house, and a mighty burst of laughter fol- lowed. 152 PUDD*NHEAD WiLSON. Luigfs southern blood leaped to the boiling- point in a moment under the sharp humilia- tion of this insult delivered in the presence of four hundred strangers. It was not in the young man's nature to let the matter pass, or to delay the squaring of the account. He took a couple of strides and halted behmd the 5?* J J unsuspecting joker. Then he drew back and |^|Y ji*'^ delivered a kick of such titantic vigor that it ^^^n lifted Tom clear over the footlights and landed '*'''^^^^ him on the heads of the front row of the Sons of Liberty. Even a sober person does not like to have a human being emptied on him when he is not doing any harm ; a person who is not sober cannot endure such an attention at alU The nest of Sons of Liberty that Driscoll landed in had not a sober bird in it ; in fact there was probably not an entirely sober one in the auditorium. Driscoll was promptly and indignantly flung on to the heads of Sons in the next row, and these Sons passed him on toward the rear, and then immediately began to pummel the front-row Sons who had passed him to them. This course was strictly Pudd'nhead Wilson. 153 followed by bench after bench as DriscoU traveled in his tumultuous and airy flight toward the door; so he left behind him an ever lengthening wake of raging and plunging and fighting and swearing humanity. Down went group after group of torches, and pres- ently above the deafening clatter of the gavel, roar of angry voices, and crash of succumbing benches, rose the paralyzing cry of ** Fire!" The fighting ceased instantly ; the cursing ceased; for one distinctly defined moment there was a dead hush, a motionless calm, where the tempest had been ; then with one impulse the multitude awoke to life and energy again, and went surging and strug- gling and swaying, this way and that, its ^ outer edges melting away through windows / and doors and gradually lessening the pressure and relieving the mass. The fire-boys were never on hand so sud- denly before ; for there was no distance to go, this time, their quarters being in the rear end of the market-house. There was an engine company and a hook-and-ladder company. Half of each was composed of rummies and 154 Pudd'nhead Wilson. the other half of anti-rummies, after the moral and political share-and-share-alike fashion of the frontier town of the period. Enough anti-rummies were loafing in quarters to man ) the engine and the ladders. In two minutes liiey had their red shirts and helmets on— they iiev^er stirred officially in unofficial costume — and as the mass meeting overhead smashed through tile long row of windows and poured tjut upon the roof of the arcade^ the deliverers »vere ready for them with a powerful stream of svater which washed some of them off the roof and nearly drowned the rest. But water ^.^3t?^)y;, was preferable to fire, and still the stampede ih\yi from the windows continued, and stillthe piti- ,■, 1^"^ '$h_ less drenchings assailed it until the building > ^ m ..^/i ^y^g empty ; then the fire-boys mounted to the #f hall and flooded it with water enough to anni- 5^:)^v^ hilate forty times as much fire as there was ^/■^ tliere ; for a village fire-company does not of- iT^ L*j; ; ten oret a chance tn show off, and so when it '*-^^_ i:;^does get a chance It makes the most of it. Such citizens of that village as were of a ^yyg^ tlioughtful and judicious temperament did not insure against fire; they insured against the ire-corn pa n\\ CHAPTER XII. Courage is resistance lo fear, mastery of fear — not absence of fear. Except a creature be part coward it is not a compliment to say it is brave ; it is merely a loose misapplication of the word. Consider the fl.a i — incom- parably the bravest of all the creatures of God, if ignor- ance of fear were courage. Whether you are asleep or .awake he will attack you, caring nothing for the fact that in bulk and strength you are to him as are the massed armies of the earth to a sucking child ; he lives both day and night and all days and nights in the very lap i peril and the immediate presence of death, and yet is no more afraid than is the man who walks the streets of a city that was threatened by an earthquake ten centuries before. When we speak of Clive, Nelson, and Putnam as men who " did n't know what fear was," we ought always to add the flea — and put him at the head of the procession. — Fitd(Vnhead Wilson's Calendar. Judge Driscoll was in bed and asleep by ten o'clock on Friday night, and he was up and f- '"•^'t^ morn gone a-fishing before daylight in ihe /: - <^^^.: j> ^^ ine with his frit^nd Pembroke Howard, 'j^ "' '"^^^^^i^- These two had been boys together in Virginia 156 Pudd'nuead Wilson. when that State still ranked as the chief and most imposing member of the Union, and they still coupled the proud and affectionate adjective ** old " with her name when they spoke of her. In Missouri a recognized su- periority attached to any person who hailed from Old Virginia ; and this superiority was exalted to supremacy when a person of such nativity could also prove descent from the First Families of that great commonwealth. The Howards and Driscolls were of this aris- tocracy. In their eyes it was a nobility. It had its unwritten laws, and they were as clearly defined and as strict as any that could be found among the printed statutes of the land. The F. F. V. was born a gentleman ; his high- est duty in life was to watch over that great inheritance and keep it unsmirched. He must keep his honor spotless. Those laws were his chart; his course was marked out on it ; if he swerved from it by so much as half a point of the compass it meant shipwreck to his honor ; that is to say, degradation from his rank as a gentleman. These laws required certain things of him which his religion might Digitized by Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. 157 forbid : then his religion must yield — the laws could not be relaxed to accommodate religions or anything else. Honor stood first ; and the laws defined what it was and wherein it dif- fered in certain details from honor as defined by church creeds and by the social laws and customs of some of the minor divisions of the globe that had got crowded out when the sacred boundaries of Virginia were staked out. If Judge Driscoll was the recognized first citizen of Dawson's Landing, Pembroke How- ard was easily its recognized second citizen. He was called ** the great lawyer" — an earned title. He and Driscoll were of the same age — a year or two past sixty. Although Driscoll was a free-thinker and Howard a strong and determined Presbyte- rian, their warm intimacy suffered no impair- --ifl^u-^' c.^ ment in consequence. They were men whose opinions were their own property and not -^^S(<^ subject to revision and amendment, sugges- tion or criticism, by anybody, even their friends. The day's fishing finished, they came float- -rt ."^ '^■p'^^ '>"-> :^>. Digitized by 158 Pudd'nhead Wilson. Ing down stream in their skiff, talking national politics and other high matters, and presently met a skiff coming up from town, with a man in it who said : " I reckon you know one of the new twins gave your nephew a kicking last nighty "judge?" '' Did w/ia^f" *• Gave him a kicking." The old Judge's lips paled, and his eyes be- ofan to flame. He choked with anorer for a moment, then he got out what he was trying^ to say — " Well — ^well — ^go on ! give me the details." The man did it. At the finish the Judge was silent a minute, turning over in his mind the shameful picture of Tom's flight over the footlights ; then he said, as if musing aloud — ** H'm — I don't understand it. I was asleep • at home. He did n*t wake me. Thought he was competent to manage his affair without my help, I reckon." His face lit up with pride and pleasure at that thought, and he said with a cheery complacency, *' I like that — it 's the true old blood — hey, Pembroke ? " _DigJiUeehby VjOOQ IC PUDD*NHEAD WiLSON. 159 Howard smiled an iron smile, and nodded his head approvingly. Then the nevvs-bringer spoke again — ** But Tom beat the twin on the trial." The Judge looked at the man wonderingly, and said — '•The trial? What trial?" ** Why, Tom had him up before Judge Rob- inson for assault and battery." The old man shrank suddenly together like one who has received a death-stroke. Howard sprang for him as he sank forward in a swoon, and took him in his arms, and bedded him on his back in the boat. He sprinkled water in his face, and said to the startled visitor — ** Go, now — don't let him come to and find you here. You see what an effect your heed- less speech has had ; you ought to have been more considerate than to blurt out such a cruel piece of slander as that." ^ ** I 'm right down sorry I did it now, Mr." ^ Howard, and I would n't have done it if I had thought: but it ain't slander; it s perfectly true, just as I told him." w i6o Pudd'nhead Wilson. "S^- f, i He rowed away. Presently the old Judge came out of his faint and looked up piteously into the sympathetic face that was bent over him. **Say it ain't true, Pembroke; tell me it ain't true !" he said in a weak voice. There was nothing weak in the deep organ- tones that responded — •' You know it 's a lie as well as I do, old friend. He is of the best blood of the Old Dominion." ** God bless you for saying it !" said the old gentleman, fervently. "Ah, Pembroke, it was such a blow ! " Howard stayed by his friend, and saw him home, and entered the house with him. It was dark, and past supper-time, but the Judge was not thinking of supper; he was eager to hear the slander refuted from headquarters, and as eager to have Howard hear it, too. Tom was sent for, and he came immediately. He was bruised and lame, and was not a happy-looking object. His uncle made him sit down, and said — ** We have been hearing about your adven- Google PUDD*NHEAD WiLSON. l6l ture, Tom, with a handsome lie added to it for embellishment. Now pulverize that lie to dust ! What measures have you taken? How does the thing stand ?" Tom answered guilelessly : ** It don't stand at all ; it 's all over. I had him up in court and beat him. Pudd'nhead Wilson defended him — first case he ever had, and lost it. The judge fined the miserable hound five dollars for the assault." Howard and the Judge sprang to their feet with the opening sentence — why, neither knew ; then they stood gazing vacantly at each other. Howard stood a moment, then sat mournfully down without saying anything. The Judge's wrath began to kindle, and he burst out — ** You cur! You scum ! You vermin ! Do you mean to tell me that blood of my race has suffered a blow and crawled to a court of law about it ? Answer me ! " Tom*s head drooped, and he answered with an eloquent silence. His uncle stared at him with a mixed expression of amazement and snaine and incredulity that was sorrowful to see. At last he said^ 1 1 1 62 Pudd'nhead Wilson. ^:^.. 174 Pudd'nhead Wilson. able on their account that she has n't any room to worry about her own little losses." " It 's the same old raider," said Wilson^ ** I suppose there is n*t any doubt about that." "Constable Blake does n't think so." ** No, you 're wrong there," said Blake ; man ; there was we know, in the got hands on him ; but this time it 's a woman." Wilson thought of the mysterious girl straight off. She was always in his mind now^ But she failed him again. Blake continued : ** She 's a stoop-shouldered old woman with a covered basket on her arm, in a black veil, dressed in mourning. I saw her going aboard the ferry-boat yesterday. Lives in Illinois, I reckon ; but I don't care where she lives, I 'm going to get her — she can make herself sure of that." ** What makes you think she 's the thief ?" ** Well, there ain't any other, for one thing ; and for another, some of the nigger draymen ,^\a.V/. -^ /^,^ that happened to be driving along saw her ^•'^fcoming out of or going into houses, and told £^. rSsi'j"'-*-' '^^r^l^af by Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. 175 me so — and it just happens that they was ^^^^^^ houses, every time." It was granted that this was plenty good enough circumstantial evidence. A pensive silence followed, which lasted some moments, then Wilson said — " There *s one good thing, anyway. She can'i either pawn or sell Count Luigi*s costly Indian dagger." " My ! " said Tom, '* is that gone ? " - Yes." *' Well, that was a haul ! But why can't she pawn it or sell it?" *' Because when the twins went home from ^ the Sons of Liberty meeting last night, news . :. of the raid was sifting in from everywhere, ^-v;;^^ and Aunt Patsy was in distress to know if -^^li/ ''^ >^" ^x they had lost anything. They found tnat the S^m^fs^l-.-'f''. dagger was gone, and they notified the police f '^^^W^^^^y and pawnbrokers everywhere. It was a %'^^'^^ \^^4>*^^^^^ haul, yes, but the old woman won't get any- thing out of it, because she '11 get caught ** Did they offer a reward **Yrs; fivt hundred doll and five hundred more for ,^/# ?" asked Buckstone. OTJ ,Llltfek >llars for the knife, i,:^''j l'^^^qwo|JI the thief." 'lr!:-S2W Digitized by Google 1/6 Pudd'nhead Wilson. ** What a leather-headed idea ! " exclaimed the constable. ** The thief da's n*t go near them, nor send anybody. Whoever goes is going to get himself nabbed, for there ain't any pawnbroker that 's going to lose the chance to " If anybody had noticed Tom's face at that time, the gray-green color of it might have provoked curiosity ; but nobody did. He said to himself : ** I 'm gone ! I never can square up ; the rest of the plunder won't pawn or sell for half of the bill. Oh, I know it — I *m gone, I 'm gone — and this time it 's for good. Oh, this is awful — I don't know what to do, nor which way to turn ! " " Softly, softly," said Wilson to Blake. " I planned their scheme for them at midnight last night, and it was all finished up ship- shape by two this morning. They '11 get their dagger back, and then I '11 explain to you how the thing was done." There were strong signs of a general curi- osity, and Buckstone said-^ ** Well, you have whetted us up pretty sharp, Wilson, and I 'm free to say that ^rtsmrGoogle Pudd'nhead Wilson. 177 if you don't mind telling us in confi- dence — »> ** Oh, I 'd as soon tell as not, Buckstone, but as long as the twins and I agreed to say nothing about it, we must let it stand so. But you can take my word for it you won't be kept waiting three days. Somebody will apply for that reward pretty promptly, and I *11 show you the thief and the dagger both very soon afterward." The constable was disappointed, and also perplexed. He said — ** It may all be — yes, and I hope it will, but I 'm blamed if I can see my way through it. It 's too many for yours truly." The subject seemed about talked out. No- body seemed to have anything further to offer. After a silence the justice of the peace informed Wilson that he and Buckstone and the constable had come as a committee, on the part of the Democratic party, to ask him to run for mayor — for the little town was about to become a city and the first charter election was approaching. It was the first ^. attention which Wilson had ever received at t-QjOgie 178 Pudd'nhead Wilson. the hands of any party; it was a sufficiently humble one, but it was a recognition of his debut into the town's life and activities at last ; it was a step upward, and he was deeply gratified. He accepted, and the committee departed, followed by young Tom. Digitized by Google CHAPTER XIV: The true Southern watermelon is a boon apart, and not to be mentioned with commoner things. It is chief of this world's luxuries, king by the grace of God over all the fruits of the earth. When one has tasted it, he knows what the angels eat. It was not a Southern watermelon that Eve took : we know it because she repented. — PudiTn- head Wilson's Calendar. About the time that Wilson was bowing the committee out, Pembroke Howard was entering the next house to report. He found the old Judge sitting grim and straight in his chair, waiting. "Well, Howard — the news?" " The best in the world." " Accepts, does he ? " and the light of battle gleamed joyously in the Judge's eye. " Accepts ? Why, he jumped at it." "Did, did he? Now that's fine — that's very fine. I like that. When is it to be?" "Now! Straight off! To-night! An admirable fellow — admirable !" w/-^/^- ' V*^ % ^ Digitized by Google i8o Pudd'nhead Wilson. ^4i^' ** Admirable ? He 's a darling ! Why, it 's an honor as well as a pleasure to stand up before such a man. Come — off with you ! Go and arrange everything — and give him my heartiest compliments. A rare fellow, indeed ; an admirable fellow, as you have said!" Howard hurried away, saying — '* I *11 have him in the vacant stretch be- tween Wilson's and the haunted house within the hour, and I '11 bring my own pistols." Judge Driscoll began to walk the floor in a state of pleased excitement ; but presently he stopped, and began to think — began to think of Tom. Twice he moved toward the secre- tary, and twice he turned away again ; but finally he said — '* This may be my last night in the world — I must not take the chance. He is worthless and unworthy, but it is largely my fault. He was intrusted to me by my brother on his dy- ing bed, and I have indulged him to his hurt, instead of training him up severely, and mak- ing a man of liim. I have violated my trust, and I must not add the sin of desertion to Digitized by Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. i8i that. I have forgiven him once already, and would subject him to a long and hard trial before forgiving him again, if I could live ; but I must not run that risk. No, I must re- store the will. But if I survive the duel, I will hide it away, and he will not know, and I will not tell him until he reforms, and I see that his reformation is going to be permanent." He re-drew the will, and his ostensible nephew was heir to a fortune again. As he was finishing his task, Tom, wearied with an- other brooding tramp, entered the house and went tiptoeing past the sitting-room door. He glanced in, and hurried on, for the sight of his uncle had nothing but terrors for him to-night. But his uncle was writing ! That was unusual at this late hour. What could he be writing? A chill of anxiety settled down upon Tom's heart. Did tlmt writing concernf him? He was afraid so. He reflected that when ill luck begins, it does not come in sprinkles, but in showers. He said he would get a glimpse of that document or know the reason why. He heard some one coming, andstepped out of sight and hearing. It was ^^ 182 Pudd'nhead Wilson. Pembroke Howard. What could be hatch- Howard said, with great satisfaction : " Everything *s right and ready. He 'sgone :^\\M to the battle-ground with his second and the '^xL^ l' surgeon — also with his brother. I 've an ^/^ fm\ r^^g^d it all with Wilson — Wilson 's his sec fvAvvM ^^^' ^^ ^^^ ^^ have three shots apiece." " Good ! How is the moon ?" " Bright as day, nearly. Perfect, for the distance — fifteen yards. No wind — not a breath ; hot and still." \.\fr'f }u S'rr^V '* ^'^ good ; all first-rate. Here, Pembroke^ '^ ^^^P^^ ^^^^ ^'^i^' ^"^ witness it." .->;/'■ U^- 1^ ^' Pembroke read and witnessed the will, then, gave the old man's hand a hearty shake anc/ said : •* Now that 's right, York — but I knew you would do it. You could n't leave that poor chap to fight along without means or profes sion, with certain defeat before him, and 1 knew you would n't, for his father's sake if not for his own." •' For his dead father's sake I could n't, I know ; for poor Percy — but you know what Digitized by Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. 183 Percy was to me. But mind — Tom is not to know of this unless I fall to-night." " I understand. I '11 keep the secret." The Judge put the will away, and the two started for the battle-ground. In another minute the will was in Tom's hands. His misery vanished, his feelings underwent a tre- mendous revulsion. He put the will carefully ^;^^ back in its place, and spread his mouth and '-'* *^ swung his hat once, twice, three times around his head, in imitation of three rousing huzzas, no sound issuing from his lips. He fell to •communing with himself excitedly and joy- ously, but every now and then he let off an- other volley of dumb hurrahs. He said to himself : " I 've got the fortune again, but I '11 not let on that I know about it. And this time I 'm going to hang on to it. I take no more risks. I 'II gamble no more, I '11 drink no more, because — well, be- cause I '11 not go where there is any of that sort of thing going on, again. It's the sure way, and the only sure way ; I might have thought of that sooner — well, yes, if I had wanted to. But now — dear me, I 've had a 4% Til (-^ "• /r^^ 1 84 Pudd'nhead Wilson. scare this time, and I *11 take no more chances. Not a single chance more. Land ! I per- suaded myself this evening that I could fetch him around without any great amount of effort, but I Ve been getting more and more heavy-hearted and doubtful straight along^ ever since. If he tells me about this thing, all right ; but if he does n*t. I sha' n*t, let on, I— well, I 'd like to tell Pudd'nhead Wilson, but — no, I *11 think about that ; perhaps I won't." He whirled off another dead huzza, and said, '* I 'm reformed, and this time I *11 stay so, sure ! " He was about to close with a final grand silent demonstration, when he suddenly recol- lected that Wilson had put it out of his power to pawn or sell the Indian knife, and that he was once more in awful peril of exposure by L= his creditors for that reason. His joy collapsed utterly, and he turned away and moped toward the door moaning and lament- ing over the bitterness of his luck. He dragged himself up-stairs, and brooded in his room a lone time disconsolate and forlorn, with Luiei's Indian knife for a text. At last he siehed and said : li Digitized by Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. i8s *' When I supposed these stones were glass and this ivory bone, the thing had n*t any in- terest for me because it had n't any value, and could n*t help me out of my trouble. But now — why, now it is full of interest ; yes, and of a sort to break a body's heart. It's a bag of gold that has turned to dirt and ashes in my hands. It could save me, and save me so easily, and yet I 've got to go to ruin. It's like drowning with a life-preserver in my reach. All the hard luck comes to me, and all the good luck goes to other people — Pudd'nhead Wilson, for instance ; even his career has got a sort of a little start at last, and what has he done to deserve it, I should like to know ? Yes, he has opened his own road, but he is n't content with that, but must block mine. It's a sordid, selfish world, and I wish I was out of it." He allowed the light of the candle to play upon the jewels of the sheath, but the flashings and sparklings had no charm for his eye; they were so many pangs to his heart, '* 1 say anything to Roxy about this said, ** she is too daring. She woi 1 86 PUDD*NHEAD WiLSON. digging these stones out and selling them, and then — why, she would be arrested and the stones traced, and then — " The thought made him quake, and he hid the knife away, trembling all over and glancing furtively about, like a criminal who fancies that the accuser is already at hand. Should he try to sleep? Oh, no, sleep was not for him ; his trouble was too haunting, too afflicting for that. He must have somebody to mourn with. He would carry his despair to Roxy. He had heard several distant gunshots, but that sort of thing was not uncommon, and they had made no impression upon him. He .^^^ '^O?'. went out at the back door, and turned west- -r'z<^^3\) ward. He passed Wilson's house and pro- 7^1%^:^ pceeded along the lane, and presently saw several figures approaching Wilson's place through the vacant lots. These were the du- elists returning from the fight ; he thought he [^ recognized them, but as he had no desire for iMVi/ white people's company, he stooped down be- hind the fence until tliey were out of his way. dAif> ^ •Ai f^f Roxy was feeling fine. She said ^^V7tized,b>»GoOQle Pudd'nhead Wilson. 187 "' Whah was you, child ? Warn't you in it ? " ''In what?" •' In de duel." " Duel ? Has there been a duel ?" ***Co'se dey has. De ole Jedge has be'n havin* a duel widone o* dem twins." ** Great Scott!" Then he added to himself: *" That 's what made him re-make the will ; he thought he might get killed, and it softened him toward me. And that 's what he and Howard were so busy about. . . . Oh dear, if the twin had only killed him, I should be out of my " "What is you mumblin' bout, Chambers ? #^^^ Whah was you ? Did n't you know dey was gwyne to be a duel ? " *' No, I did n't. The old man tried to get me to fight one with Count Luigi, but he -, .^^ did n't succeed, so I reckon he concluded tof^% ' ^^ patch up the family honor himself." ,/ ** ^.^ > h /-^"^ He laughed at the idea, and went rambling l-^T^vV/^V ^, W'"^ .f7'...\ y\// ^.- \.«(y/^^ -^ on with a detailed account of his talk with the^'''' Wr/vf fe^"^ Judge, and how shocked and ashamed the ';v^''-^» •''^^'''/^s^ Judge was to find that he had a coward in his -'^^^^c^^JjX^^^^ family. He glanced up at last, and got a -'^''^^ ^^ ^wmii 188 Pudd'nhead Wilson. -^1 shock himself. Roxana's bosom was heaving with suppressed passion, and she was glower- ing down upon him with measureless contempt written in her face. ** En you refuse' to fight a man dat kicked you, 'stid o* jumpin* at de chance! En you ain't got no mo' feelin* den to come en tell me, dat fetched sich a po' low-down ornery rabbit into de worl' ! Pah ! it make me sick ! It 's de nigger in you, dat 's what it is. Thirty-one parts o' you is white, en on'y one part nigger, en dat po' little one part is yo' souL Tain't wuth savin' ; tain't wuth totin' out on a shovel en throwin' in de gutter. You has disgraced yo' birth. What would yo' pa think o' you ? It 's enough to make him turn in his grave." The last three sentences stung Tom into a fury, and he said to himself that if his father were only alive and in reach of assassination his mother would soon find that he had a very clear notion of the size of his indebtedness to that man, and was willing to pay it up in full, and would do it too, even at risk of his life ; but he kept his thought to himself ; that was safest in his mother's present state. Digitized by Google PUDD*NHEAD WiLSON. 189 " Whatever has come o' yo' Essex blood ? Dat 's what I can't understan'. En it ain't on'y jist Essex blood dat 's in you, not by a long sight — 'deed it ain't ! My great-great-great- gran'father en yo'great-great-great-great-gran'- fatherwas Ole Cap'n John Smith, de highest / blood dat Ole Virginny ever turned out, en / . his great-great-gran'mother or somers along back dah, was Pocahontas de Injun queen, en her husbun' was a nigger king outen Africa — en vit here you is, a slinkin' outen a duel en "V disgracin' our whole line like a ornery low- > 4 ' '^' down hound ! Yes, it 's de nigger in you !" She sat down on her candle-box and fell into a reverie. Tom did not disturb her ; he some- times lacked prudence, but it was not in cir- / cumstances of this kind. Roxana's storm went gradually down, but it died hard, and even when it seemed to be quite gone, it would now and then break out in a distant rumble, so to speak, in the form of muttered /.^ ejaculations. One of these was, "Ain't nig-ir^ZZ^" ger enough in him to show in his finger-nails, 'L' en dat takes mighty little — yit dey 's enough S pS: to paint his soul." IQO Pudd'nhead Wilson. Presently she muttered. ** Yassir, enough to paint a whole thimbleful of 'em." At last her ramblings ceased altogether, and her counte- nance began to clear — a welcome sign to Tom, who had learned her moods, and knew she was on the threshold of good-humor, now. He noticed that from time to time she uncon- sciously carried her finger to the end of her I nose. He looked closer and said : " Why, mammy, the end of your nose is skinned. How did that come?" She sent out the sort of whole-hearted peal of laughter which God has vouchsafed in its perfection to none but the happy angels in heaven and the bruised and broken black slave on the earth, and said : " Dad fetch dat duel, I be'n in it myself." ** Gracious ! did a bullet do that ? " " Yassir, you bet it did ! " *' Well, I declare ! Why. how did that hap- pen ?' "■ Happened dis-away. I 'uz a-sett'n' here kinder dozin' in de dark, en che-bang! goes a gun, right out dah. I skips along out towards 'otht^r end o' de house to see what *s gwyne ■^^—.IIZ."!. — Digitized by Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. 191 on, en stops by de ole winder on de side to wards Pudd'nhead Wilson's house dat ain't got no sash in it, — but dey ain't none of em got any sashes, fur as dat 's concerned, — en I stood dah in de dark en look out, en dar in de moonlight, right down under me 'uz one o' de twins a-cussin' — not much, but jist a-cussin' -^^ soft — it 'uz de brown one dat 'uz cussin', 'ca'se he 'uz hit in de shoulder. En Doctor Clay- pool he 'uz a-workin'at him, en Pudd'nhead Wilson he 'uz a-he'pin', en ole Jedge Driscoll en Pem Howard 'uz a-standin' out yonder a little piece waitin' for 'em to git ready agin. En treckly dey squared off en give de word, en bang-bang went de pistols, en de twin he say, * Ouch ! ' — hit him on de han' dis time, — en I hear dat same bullet go spat ! ag'in, de logs under de winder; en de nex* time dey shoot, de twin say, 'Ouch !' ag'in, en I done '^^/^J/^^^f^ too, 'case de bullet glance' on his cheek-bone -^^^ Ip"^"^^ ' en skip up here en glance on de side o' de winder en whiz right acrost my face en tuck de hide off'n my nose — why, if I'd 'a 'ben jist a inch or a inch en a half furder 't would 'a' tuck de whole nose en disfiggered me, -'-^J Here *s de bullet ; I hunted her up-" ^rj ^^"^- '^ I Digitized 192 Pudd'nhead Wilson. " Did you stand there all the time ?" " Dat 's a question to ask, ain't it ! What else would I do ? Does I git a chance to see a duel every day ? " " Why, you were right in range ! Were n't you afraid ? " The woman gave a sniff of scorn. " 'Fraid ! De Smith-Pocahontases ain't 'fraid o' nothin'. let alone bullets." " They've got pluck enough, I suppose ; what they lack is judgment. / would n't have stood there." '* Nobody 's accusin' you !" ** Did anybody else get hurt?" " Yes, we all got hit 'cep' de blon* twin en de doctor en de seconds. De Jedge did n't git hurt, but I hear Pudd'nhead say de bullet snip some o' his ha'r off." '•'George !" said Tom to himself, " to come so near being out of my trouble, and miss it by an inch. Oh dear, dear, he will live to find me out and sell me to some nigger-trader yet — yes, and he would do it in a minute." Then he said aloud, in a grave tone — '• Mother, we are in an awful fix." c.,~ Digitized by Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. 193 Roxana caught her breath with a spasm, and said — " Chile ! What you hit a body so sudden for, like dat ? What 's be'n en gone en hap- pen' ? " ** Well, there 's one thing I did n't tell you. When I would n't fight, he tore up the will again, and — Roxana's face turned a dead white, and she said — " Now you 's done! — done forever ! Dat 's de '^i. ...„^^. ....... .^ _... . ^^^/njno I end. Bofe un us is gwyne to starve to — " //I 'm " Wait and hear me through, can't you \ \ // l\\ reckon that when he resolved to fight, himself, he thought he might get killed and not have a chance to forgive me any more in this life, so he made the will again, and I 've seen it, and it 's all right. But " " Oh, thank goodness, den we 's safe ag'in I — safe ! en so what did you want to come here en talk sich dreadful " " Hold 071, 1 tell you, and let me finish. The swag I gathered won't half square me up, and the first thing we know, my creditors — well, you know what '11 happen." 13 194 PUDD*NHEAD WiLSON. Roxana dropped her chin, and told her son to leave her alone — she must think this mat- ter out. Presently she said impressively : '* You got to go mighty keerful now, I tell you ! En here 's what you got to do. He did n't git killed, en if you gives him de least reason, he '11 bust de will agin, en dat 's de las' time, now you hear me ! So — you 's got to show him what you kin do in de nex' few * j^^^days. You 's got to bepison good, en let him "^^^^^ '^^J^ see it ; you got to do everything dat '11 make him b'lieve in you, en you got to sweeten aroun' ole Aunt Pratt, too, — she 's pow'ful strong wid de J edge, en de bes' frien' you got. Nex , you '11 go 'long away to Sent Louis, en dat '11 keep him in yo' favor. Den you go en make a bargain wid dem people. You tell 'em he ain't gwyne to live long — en dat 's de fac', too, — en tell 'em you '11 pay 'em intrust, en big intrust, too, — ten per — what you call It?" '*Ten per cent, a month ?" '* Dat 's it. Den you take and sell yo' truck I aroun', a little at a time, en pay de intrust. How long will it las'?" Digitized by Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. 195 '* I think there 's enough to pay the interest five or six months." ** Den you 's all right. If he don't die in six months, dat don't make no diffrence — | Providence *11 provide. You *s gwyne to be | safe — if you behaves." She bent an austere eye on him and added, '* En you zs gwyne to behave — does you know dat?*' He laughed and said he was going to try, anyway. She did not unbend. She said gravely : **Tryin* ain't de thing. You *s gwyne to do it. You ain't gwyne to steal a pin — 'ca'se it ain't safe no mo* ; en you ain't gwyne into no bad comp'ny — not even once, you understand ; en you ain't gwyne to drink a drop — nary single drop ; en you ain't gwyne to gamble one single gamble — not one! Dis ain't what you 's gwyne to /ry to do, it 's what you *s gwyne to do. En T 11 tell you how I knows it. Dis is how. I 's gwyne to foller along to Sent Louis my own self ; en you 's gwyne to come to me every day o' yo* life, en V 11 look you over ; en if you fails in one single one o*^^ dem things — jist one — I take my oath I II Digitized by Google 196 Pudd'nhead Wilson. come straight down to dis town en tell de J edge you *s a nigger en a slave — en prove it ! ** She paused to let her words sink home. Then she added, ** Chambers, does you b'lieve me when I says dat ? '* Tom was sober enough now. There was no levity in his voice when he answered : "Yes, mother, I know, now, that I am re- formed--and permanently. Permanently — and beyond the reach of any human tempta- tion. *' Den g* long home en begin !" Digitized by Google CHAPTER XV. Nothing so needs reforming as other people's habits. — Fudd'nhead Wilson's Calendar. Behold, the fool saith, " Put not all thine eggs in the one basket " — which is but a manner of saymg, " Scatter your money and your attention ; " but the wise man saith, " Put all your eggs in the one basket and — watch that basket/' — Pudd'nhead Wilson's Calendar, What a time of it Dawson's Landing was having ! All its life it had been asleep, but now it hardly got a chance for a nod, so swiftly did big events and crashing surprises come along in one another's wake : Friday morning, first glimpse of Real Nobility, also grand reception at Aunt Patsy Coopers, also great robber-raid ; Friday evening, dramatic kicking of the heir of the chief citizen in presence of four hundred people; Saturday morning, emergence as practising lawyer of the long- submerged Pudd'nhead Wilson ; Saturday Digitized by VjOC5QIC 198 Pudd'nhead Wilson. night, duel between chief citizen and titled stranger. The people took more pride in the duel than in all the other events put together, perhaps. It was a glory to their town to have such a thing happen there. In their eyes the princi- fel pals had reached the summit of human honor. Everybody paid homage to their names ; their f-i I praises were in all mouths. Even the duel- ||^E£|^/ ists' subordinates came in for a handsome fgSiSi^A'^^^'' K share of the public approbation : wherefore yO^ '^tfvw. Pudd'nhead Wilson was suddenly become a man of consequence. When asked to run for the mayoralty Saturday night he was risking ijjii defeat, but Sunday morning found him a made man and his success assured. The twins were prodigiously great, now; the town took them to its bosom with enthu- siasm. Day after day, and night after night, they went dining and visiting from house to house, making friends, enlarging and solid- ifying their popularity, and charming and surprising all with their musical prodigies, and now and then heightening the effects with samples of what they could do in other direc- roogle ^'^J Pudd'nhead Wilson. 199 tions, out of their stock of rare and curious accomplishments. They were so pleased that they gave the regulation thirty days' notice, the required preparation for citizen- ship, and resolved to finish their days in this pleasant place. That was the climax. The delighted community rose as one man and applauded ; and when the twins were asked to stand for seats in the forthcoming alder- manic board, and consented, the public con- tentment was rounded and complete. Tom Driscoll was not happy over these ^S things ; they sunk deep, and hurt all the way down. He hated the one twin for kicking him, and the other one for being the kicker s brother. Now and then the people wondered why nothing was heard of the raider, or of the stolen knife or the other plunder, but nobody was able to throw any light on that nuitten Nearly a week had drifted by, and still the thing remained a vexed mystery. On Saturday Constable Blake and Pudd'n head Wilson met on the street, and Toni^i Driscoll joined them in time to open tlieir 200 PUDD*NHEAD WiLSON. s^^ ^^f"^ ^k^ .. ^ conversation for them. He said to Blake — " You are not looking well, Blake ; you seem to be annoyed about something. Has anything gone wrong in the detective busi- ness? I believe you fairly and justifiably r-^;!J^<§^ claim to. have a pretty good reputation in that ' ^^;'^ li"^» is n't it so?" — which made Blake feel good, and look it; but Tom added, *'for a country detective" — which made Blake feel the other way, and not only look it, but betray it in his voice — '* Yes, sir, I have got a reputation ; and it *s as good as anybody's in the profession, too, country or no country." '• Oh, I beg pardon ; I did n't mean any of- fense. What I started out to ask was only about the old woman that raided the town — the stoop-shouldered old woman, you know, that you said you were going to catch ; and I knew you would, too, because you have the reputation of never boasting, and — well, you — you 've caught the old woman ? '* " D the old woman ! " " Why, sho ! you don't mean to say you ,''v ... .\^ 1 have n't caught her ? " «#•• X" 2> '>-J . ^y >? '-T Digitized by ooogle Pudd'nhead Wilson. 20 1 ** No ; I have n't caught her. If anybody could have caught her, I could ; but nobody could n*t, I don't care who he is." *' I am sorry, real sorry — for your sake; be- cause, when it gets around that a detective has expressed himself so confidently, and then " ** Don't you worry, that 's all — don't you worry ; and as for the town, the town need n't worry, either. She 's my meat — make your- self easy about that. I 'm on her track ; I 've got clues that " ''That's good! Now if you could get an old veteran detective down from St. Louis to help you find out what the clues mean, and where they lead to, and then " '* I 'm plenty veteran enough myself, and I don't need anybody's help. I '11 have her in- side of a we — inside of a month. That I *11 swear to ! " Tom said carelessly — '* I suppose that will answer — yes, that will answer. But I reckon she is pretty old, and old people don't often outlive the cau- tious pace of the professional detective when ;Vf^;#> 4 '4 M'^Jhr^"'/) y^:^t:-"K V-.,, cY/iffl'' 202 Pudd'nhead Wilson. \ry ■■Z;--f:: r-, yjj ■^ he has got his clues together and is out on his still-hunt." Blake's dull face flusned under this gibe, but before he could set his retort in order Tom had turned to Wilson, and was saying, with placid indifference of manner and voice — **Who got the reward, Puddnhead?" Wilson winced slightly, and saw that his own turn was come. ** What reward?" *' Why, the reward for the thief, and the other one for the knife.'* Wilson answered — and rather uncomfort- ably, to judge by his hesitating fashion of de- livering himself — ** Well, the — well, in fact, nobody has claimed it yet." Tom seemed surprised. •* Why, is that so ? " Wilson showed a trifle of irritation when he replied — '* Yes, it 's so. And what of it ? " '* Oh, nothing. Only I thought you had J^ struck out a new idea, and invented a scheme that was going to revolutionize the time-worn '/■i^' >X{ , , *^ -C Digitized google Pudd'nhead Wilson. 203 and ineffectual methods of the " He stopped, and turned to Blake, who was happy now that another had taken his place on the gridiron : ** Blake, did n*t you understand him to intimate that it would n*t be necessary for you to hunt the old woman down ?" ** B'George, he said he 'd have thief and swag both inside of three days — he did, by hokey ! and that *s just about a week ago. Why, I said at the time that no thief and no thief's pal was going to try to pawn or sell a • thing where he knowed the pawnbroker could 4r get both rewards by taking him into camp with the swag. It was the blessedest idea - that ever / struck ! " "You 'd change your mind," said Wilson, with irritated bluntness, **if you knew the en- tire scheme instead of only part of it." *• Well," said the constable, pensively, '* I had the idea that it would n't work, and up to now I 'm right anyway." i^^^- '* Very well, then, let it stand at that, and v-'v^ "^x^ give it a further show. It has worked at J^y^--^*o> least as well as your own methods, you per-'l'^'*'^^' ceive. ^' . . . I*.:!. ^ /'^jt^H^K 204 PUDD'NHEAD WiLSON. /^ The constable had n't anything handy to hit back with, so he discharged a discontented sniff, and said nothing. After the night that Wilson had partly re- vealed his scheme at his house, Tom had tried /or several days to guess out the secret of the rest of it, but had failed. Then it occurred to him to give Roxana's smarter head a chance at it. He made up a supposititious case, and laid it before her. She thought it over, and delivered her verdict upon it. Tom said to himself, ** She's hit it, sure!*' He thought he would test that verdict, now, and watch Wilson's face ; so he said reflectively — *' Wilson, you 're not a fool — a fact of re- cent discovery. Whatever your scheme was, it had sense in it, Blake's opinion to the con- trary notwithstanding, I don't ask you to reveal it, but I will suppose a case — a case -^/z which will answer as a starting-point for the /;^real thing I am going to come at, and that 's spyv\/2ill I want. You offered five hundred dollars Pjrfor the knife, and five hundred for the thief. We will suppose, for argument's sake, that the first reward is advertised and the sec- 4^ >& ^' ;M^ t!rj{ft '*/ '* TO...-^'^ •••'•' iljr 1 \A y^-*^ ^/-2.( Digitized by Google PUDD*NHEAD WiLSON. 205 oncl offered hy private letter to pawnbrokers and " Blake slapped his thigh, and cried out — " By Jackson, he 's got you, Puddn'head ! Now why could n't I oxanyiooX have thought of that?" Wilson said to himself, ** Anybody with a reasonably good head would have thought of it. I am not surprised that Blake did n't de- tect it ; I am only surprised that Tom did There is more to him than I supposed." He said nothing aloud, and Tom went on: •• Very well. The thief would not suspect that there was a trap, and he would bring or send the knife, and say he bought it for a song, or found it in the road, or something like that, and try to collect the reward, and be arrested — would n't he ? " " Yes," said Wilson. ** I think so," said Tom. ** There can't be any doubt of it. Have you ever seen that knife?" - No." '* Has any friend of yours ? " *' Not that I know of." Digitized by Google 2o6 Pudd'nhead Wilson. '* Well, I begin to think I understand why your scheme failed." "What do you mean, Tom? What are you driving at ?" asked Wilson, with a dawn- ing sense of discomfort. '* Why, that there is fit any such knife." *• Look here, Wilson," said Blake, '* Tom Driscoirs right, for a thousand dollars — if I had it." Wilson's blood warmed a little, and he won- dered if he had been played upon by those strangers; it certainly had something of that look. But what could they gain by it? He threw out that suggestion. Tom replied : **Gain? Oh, nothing that you would value, maybe. But they are strangers making their way in a new community. Is it nothing to them to appear as pets of an Oriental prince — at no expense ? Is it nothing to them ^C^ to be able to dazzle this poor little town with thousand-dollar rewards — at no expense ?" Wilson, there is n't any such knife, or your scheme would have fetched it to light. Or if there is any such knife, they 've got it yet. I believe, myself, that they've seen such a Digitized by Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. 207 knife, for Angelo pictured it out with his pencil too swiftly and handily for him to have been inventing it, and of course I can't swear that they've never had it; but this I'll go bail for — if they had it when they came to this town, they 've got it yet." Blake said — "It looks mighty reasonable, the way Tom puts it ; it most certainly does." Tom responded, turning to leave — ** You find the old woman, Blake, and if she can't furnish the knife, go and search the twins ! " Tom sauntered away. Wilson felt a good deal depressed. He hardly knew what to think. He was loth to withdraw his faith rr ' ' ' • ■> ,. from the twins, and was resolved not to do it;/ ^i^^*' - ^ on the present indecisive evidence; but — 1(4^' ^v well, he would think, and then decide how to:V^^ /l\ :• act. /V/- - ' " Blake, what do you think of this matter?" ^-i';^Ty-''/ ,^ " Well, Pudd'nhead, I 'm bound to say I put it up the way Tom does. They had n*t the knife; or if they had it, they've got it yet. .'^^- 208 PUDD*NHEAD WiLSON. The men parted. Wilson said to himself : *' I believe they had it ; if it had been stolen, the scheme would have restored it, that is cer- tain. And so I believe they Ve got it yet." Tom had no purpose in his mind when he encountered those two men. When he began his talk he hoped to be able to gall them a little and gret a trifle of malicious entertain- ment out of it. But when he left, he left in great spirits, for he perceived that just by pure , luck and no troublesome labor he had accom- • '[S^plished several delightful things: he had touched both men on a raw spot and seen /•^ them squirm; he had modified Wilson's sweet- ^ ness for the twins with one small bitter taste \'^^) that he would n't be able to get out of his . "'^ mouth right away ; and, best of all, he had ^ iC^ taken the hated twins down a peg with the community; for Blake would gossip around freely, after the manner of detectives, and within a week the town would be laughing at them in its sleeve for offering a gaudy reward for a bauble which they either never possessed or had n't lost. Tom was very well satisfied with himself. Digitized by Google PUDD'NHEAD WiLSON. 209 Tom's behavior at home had been perfect during the entire week. His uncle and aunt had seen nothing like it before. They could find no fault with him anywhere. Saturday evening he said to the Judge — *' I Ve had something preying on my mind, uncle, and as I am going away, and might/T^!^!^ never see you again, I can't bear it any longer. /^ I made you believe I was afraid to fight that M^fl Iff] Italian adventurer. I had to get out of it on' some pretext or other, and maybe I chose ^^^J^^'^'S^^ badly, being taken unawares, but no honor- '^^ "' able person could consent to meet him in the field, knowing what I knew about him." " Indeed ? What was that ? " " Count Luigi is a confessed assassin." •'Incredible !" *' It is perfectly true. Wilson detected it in his hand, by palmistry, and charged him with it, and cornered him up so close that he had to confess; but both twins begged us on their knees to keep the secret, and swore they ^ would lead straight lives here ; and it was all '* so pitiful that we gave our word of honor ^ never to expose them while they kept that 14 w , 2IO PUDD*NHEAD WiLSON. promise. You would have done it yourself^ uncle." '* You are right, my boy ; I would. A man's secret is still his own property, and sacred, when it has been surprised out of him like that. You did well, and I am proud of you." Then he added mournfully, *' But I wish I could have been saved the shame of meeting an assassin on the field of honor." "It couldn't be helped, uncle. If I had known you were going to challenge him I should have felt obliged to sacrifice my pledged word in order to stop it, but Wilsoa could n't be expected to do otherwise thaii keep silent." ** Oh no ; Wilson did right, and is in no way to blame. Tom, Tom, you have lifted a heavy load from my heart ; I was stung to the very soul when I seemed to have discovered that I had a coward in my family." *'Yoii may imagine what it cost me to assume such a part, uncle." *' Oil, I know it, poor boy, I know it. And } I can understand how much it has cost you to I remain under that unjust stigma to. this time^ Digitized by Google PUDD'NHEAD WiLSON. 211 But it is all right now, and no harm is done. You have restored my comfort of mind, and with it your own ; and both of us had suffered enough." The old man sat awhile plunged in thought ; then he looked up with a satisfied light in his eye, and said : *' That this assassin should have put the affront upon me of letting me meet him on the field of honor as if he were a gentleman is a matter which I will presently settle — but not now. I will not shoot him until after election. I see a way to ruin them both before ; I will attend to that first. Neither of them shall be elected, that I prom- ise. You are sure that the fact that he is an assassin has not got abroad ?" " Perfectly certain of it, sir " ** It will bt; d youd card, I will fling a hint at it from the stump on the polling-day. It will sweep the ground from under both of them." *' There's not a doubt of it. It will finish "t? them." ^ " That and outside work among the votersr^ i' will, to a certainty. I want you to come i'"Mri ii^\ 212 Pudd'nhead Wilson. «^^o Digitized by Google CHAPTER XVI. If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous, he will not bite you. This is the principal difference be- tween a dog and a man. — PudcVnhead Wilson's Calendar, We know all about the habits of the ant, we know all about the habits of the bee, but we know nothing at all about the habits of the oyster. It seems almost certain that we have been choosing the wrong time for studying the oyster. — PudiVnhead Wilson's Calendar. When Roxana arrived, she found her son in such despair and misery that her heart was touched and her motherhood rose up strong in her. He was ruined past hope, now ; his destruction would be immediate and sure, and he would be an outcast and friendless. That was reason enough for a mother to love a child ; so she loved him, and told him so. It made him wince, secretly — for she was a " nigger." That he was one himself was far from reconciling him to that despised race. 214 Digitized by Google Fudd'nhead Wilson. 215 Roxana poured out endearments upon him, to which he responded uncomfortably, but as •well as he could. And she tried to comfort him, but that was not possible. These inti- macies quickly became horrible to him, and within the hour he began to try to get up courage enough to tell her so, and require that they be discontinued or very considerably modified. But he was afraid of her ; and be- sides, there came a lull, now, for she had be- gun to think. She was trying to invent a saving plan. Finally she started up. and said she had found a way out. Tom was almost suffocated by the joy of this sudden good news. Roxana said : ** Here is de plan, en she *11 win, sure. I 's a nigger, en nobody ain't gwyne to doubt it dat hears me talk. I 's wuth six hund'd dollahs. Take en sell me, en pay off dese gamblers." Tom was dazed. He was not sure he had heard aright He was dumb for a moment ; then he said : " Do you mean that you would be soldnitO; slavery to save me ?" ** Ain't you my chile ? -v^tpg 2l6 Pudd'nhead Wilson. anything dat a mother won't do for her chile? Dey ain't nothin' a white mother won't do for her chile. Who made 'em so ? De Lord done it. En who made de niggers ? De Lord made 'em. In de inside, mothers is all de same. De good Lord he made *em so. I *s gwyne to be sole into slavery, en in a year you 's gwyne to buy yo' ole mammy free ag'in. I '11 show you how. Dat 's de plan." Tom's hopes began to rise, and his spirits along with them. He said — " It 's lovely of you, mammy — it 's just — " " Say it ag'in ! En keep on sayin' it ? It 's all de pay a body kin want in dis worl', en it's mo' den enough. Laws bless you, honey^ when I 's slavin' aroun', en dey 'buses me, if I knows you 's a-sayin* dat, 'way off yonder somers, it '11 heal up all de sore places, en I kin Stan em. " I do say it again, mammy, and I '11 keep on saying it, too. But how am I going to sell you ? You *re free, you know." "Much diff'rence dat make! White folks ain't partic'lar. De law kin sell me now if dey tell me to leave de State in six months Digitized by Google PUDD*NHEAD WiLSON. 217 en I don't go. You draw up a paper — bill o' sale — en put it 'way off yonder, down in de middle 'o Kaintuck somers, en sign some names to it, en say you '11 sell me cheap 'ca'se you 's hard up ; you '11 find you ain't gwyne to have no trouble. You take me up de country a piece, en sell me on a farm ; dem people ain't gwyne to ask no questions if I 's a bargain." Tom forged a bill of sale and sold his mother to an Arkansas cotton-planter for a trifle over six hundred dollars. He did not want to commit this treachery, but luck threw the man in his way, and this saved him the necessity of going up country to hunt up a purchaser, with the added risk of having to answer a lot of questions, whereas this planter was so pleased with Roxy that he asked next to none at all. Besides, the planter insisted that Roxy would n't know where she was, at first, and that by the time she found out she would already have become contented. And Tom argued with himself that it was an immense advantage for Roxy to have a master who was so pleased with J , 218 Pudd'nhead Wilson. her, as this planter manifestly was. In al- most no time his flowing reasonings carried / him to the point of even half believing he was //' doing Roxy a splendid surreptitious service in selling her '* down the river." And then he kept diligently saying to himself all the time : ** It 's for only a year. In a year I buy her free again ; she '11 keep that in mind, and it '11 reconcile her." Yes ; the little deception could do no harm, and everything would come out right and pleasant in the end, any way. By agreement, the conversa- ^y\y^\ tion in Roxy's presence was all about the I man's *' upcountry " farm, and how pleasant a ^^MJ P^^^^ *^ ^^^» ^"^ ^^^ happy the slaves were there ; so poor Roxy was entirely deceived ; and easily, for she was not dreaming that her own son could be guilty of treason to a mother who, in voluntarily going into slav* ery — slavery of any kind, mild or severe, ok- of any duration, brief or long — was making a sacrifice for him compared with which death would have been a poor and commonplace one. She lavished tears and loving caresses upon him privately, and then went away with Digitized by Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. 219 her owner — went away broken-hearted, and yet proud of what she was doing, and glad that it was in her power to do it. Tom squared his accounts, and resolved to keep to the very letter of his reform, and never to put that will in jeopardy again. He had three hundred dollars left. According to his mothers plan, he was to put that safely away, and. add her half of his pension to it monthly. In one year this fund would buy her free again. For a whole week he was not able to sleep well, so much the villiany which he had played upon his trusting mother preyed upon his rag of a conscience ; but after that he began to get comfortable again, and was presently able to sleep like any other mis- creant. The boat bore Roxy away from St. Louis at four in the afternoon, and she stood on the lower guard abaft the paddle-box and watched Tom through a blur of tears until <" he melted into the throng of people disappeared ; then she looked no Google 220 PUDDNHKAD WlLSON. sat there on a coil of cable crying till far into the night. When she went to her foul steer- age-bunk at last, between the clashing engines, it was not to sleep, but only to wait for the morning, and, waiting, grieve. It had been imagined that she " would not know," and would think she was traveling up stream. She ! Why, she had been steamboating for years. At dawn she got up and went listlessly and sat down on the cable-coil again. She passed many a snag whose ** break " could have told her a thingr to break her heart, for it showed a current moving in the same direction that the boat was going ; but her thoughts were elsewhere, and she did not notice. But at last the roar of a bigger and nearer break than usual brought her out of her torpor, and she looked up, and her practised eye fell upon that tell- tale rush of water. For one moment her petrified gaze fixed itself there. Then her head dropped upon her breast, and she said — " Oh, de good Lord God have mercy on po' sinful me — /*s sole down de river ! " oogle CHAPTER XVII. Even popularity can be overdone. In Rome, along at first, you are full of regrets that Michelangelo died ; but by and by you only regret that you did n't see him do it. — Pudd'nhead Wilson's Calendar. July 4. Statistics show that we lose more fools on this day than in all the other days of the year put together. This proves, by the number left in stock, that one P'ourth of July per year is now inadequate, the country has grown so. — Pudd'nhead Wilson's Calendar. The summer weeks dragged by, and then the political campaign opened — opened in pretty warm fashion, and waxed hotter and hotter daily. The twins threw themselves into it with their whole heart, for their self- love was engaged. Their popularity, so gen- eral at first, had suffered afterward ; mainly beca natu had been diligently whispered around that it use they had been too popular, and so a "^^-^^r^-Al^ ral reaction had followed. Besides, it fJ^/Sftt^ ?'" ^1. Digitized by ^ 222 PUDD*NHEAD WiLSON. was curious — indeed, very curious — that that wonderful knife of theirs did not turn up — if it was so valuable, or if it had ever existed. And with the whisperings went chucklings and nudgings and winks, and such things have an effect. The twins considered that success in the election would reinstate them^ }/ and that defeat would work them irreparable ^damage. Therefore they worked hard, but not harder than Judge DriscoU and Tom worked against them in the closing days of the canvas. Tom's conduct had remained so- letter-perfect during two whole months, now, that his uncle not only trusted him with money with which to . persuade voters, but trusted him to go and get it himself out of the safe in the private sitting-room. The closing speech of the campaign was made by Judge Driscoll, and he made it ^^^ against both of the foreigners. It was disas» I pv)\ll trously effective. He poured out rivers of \ jCv ridicule upon them, and forced the big mass- Ijj?^^^ meeting to laugh and applaud. He scoffed V! PAgi^at them as adventurers, mountebanks, side- > ^^\l!_ sfiow rlff-raff» dime museum freaks ; he as- Cs&sL^.L^, Digitized by Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. 223 ^^ sailed their showy titles with measureless derision ; he said they were back-alley bar- bers disguised as nobilities, peanut pedlers masquerading as gentlemen, organ-grinders bereft of their brother monkey. At last he stop- ped and stood still. He waited until the place had become absolutely silent and expectant, then he delivered his deadliest shot ; de- livered it with ice-cold seriousness and delib- i;ration, with a significant emphasis upon the f;losing words : he said he believed that the reward offered for the lost knife was humbug and buncombe, and that its owner would know where to find it whenever he should have oc- casion to assassifiate somebody. Then he stepped from the stand, leaving a startled and impressive hush behind him in- stead of the customary explosion of cheers and party cries. ^w*^ .... ^ The strange remark flew far and wide over o^^^^Aa "^ the town and made an extraordinary sensa- tion. Everybody was asking, *' What could he mean by that ? " And everybody went on asking that question, but in vain ; for the Judge only said he knew what he was talkinj? ^. , oogle 224 PUDD*NHEAD WiLSON. about, and stopped there ; Tom said he had n*t any idea what his uncle meant, and Wilson, whenever he was asked what he thought it meant, parried the question by asking the questioner what he thought it meant. Wilson was elected, the twins were de- feated — crushed, in fact, and left forlorn and substantially friendless. Tom went back to St. Louis happy. Dawson's Landing had a week of repose, ^ now, and it needed it. But it was in an ex- pectant state, for the air was full of rumors of a new duel. Jndge Driscoll's election labors had prostrated him, but it was said that as soon as he was well enough to entertain a challenge he would get one from Count Luigi, The brothers withdrew entirely from soci- ety, and nursed their humiliation in privacy. They avoided the people, and went out for exercise only late at night, when the streets I were deserted. Digitized by Google CHAPTER XVIII. Gratitude and treachery are merely the two extremi- ties of the same procession. You have seen all of it that is worth staying for when the band and the gaudy officials have gone by. — PudcVnhead Wilson's Calendar. Thanksgiving Day. Let all give humble, hearty, and snicere thanks, now, but the turkeys. In the island of Fiji they do not use turkeys ; they use plumbers. It does not become you and me to sneer at Fiji. — Pudd'n- head Wilson's Calendar, The Friday after the election was a rainy M\ ;• \\ one in St. Louis. It rained all day long, and ,f;t|\, si '■^ Vt rained hard, apparently trying its best to ^J^^^t;^i^y^' wash that soot-blackened town white, but ^)^m' course not succeeding. Toward midnight Tom Driscoll arrived at his lodgings from the theatre in the heavy downpour, and closed ^ his umbrella and let himself in; but when he would have shut the door, he found that there was another person entering — doubtless an- other lodger ; this jjcrson closed the door 15 •^'"i s;x{,^|^yA 226 Pudd'nhead Wilson. and tramped up-stairs behind Tom. Tom found his door in the dark, and entered it and turned up the gas. When he faced about, lightly whistling, he saw the back of a man. The man was closing and locking his door for him. His whistle faded out and he felt uneasy. The man turned around, a wreck of shabby old clothes, sodden with rain and all a-drip, and showed a black face under an old slouch hat. Tom was frightened. He tried to order the man out, but the words refused j^ to come, and the other man got the start. He said, in a low voice — " Keep still— I 's yo' mother ! " Tom sunk in a heap on a chair, and gasped out — '* It was mean of me, and base — I know it; but I meant it for the best, I did indeed — I can swear it." Roxana stood awhile looking mutely down on him while he writhed in shame and went on incoherently babbling self-accusations mixed with pitiful attempts at explanation and palli- ation of his crime ; then she seated herself nd took off her hat, and her unkempt masses Digitized by Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. 227 of long brown hair tumbled down about her shoulders. ** It ain't no fault o' yo'n dat dat ain't gray," she said sadly, noticing the hair. ** I know it, I know it ! I *m a scoundrel. But I swear I meant it for the best. It was a mistake, of course, but I thought it was for the best, I truly did." Roxy began to cry softly, and presently words began to find their way out between her sobs. They were uttered lamentingly, rather than angrily — **Sell a pusson down de river — down de river ! — for de bes' ! I would n't treat a dog so ! I is all broke down en wore out, now, en so I reckon it ain't in me to storm aroun' no mo', like I used to when I \\z trompled on en 'bused. I don't know — but maybe it 's so. Leastways, I 's suffered so much dat mournin* seem to come mo' handy to me now den stormin'." These words should have touched Tom Driscoll, but if tliey did, that effect was oblit- erated by a stronger one — one* which removed the heavy weight of fear which lay upon him, h-c- 228 Pudd'nhead Wilson. and gave his crushed spirit a most grateful re- bound, and filled all his small soul with a deep sense of relief. But he kept prudently still, and ventured no comment. There was a voiceless interval of some duration, now, in which no sounds were heard but the beating of the rain upon the panes, the sighing and complaining of the winds, and now and then a muffled sob from Roxana. The sobs be- came more and more infrequent^ and at last ceased. Then the refugee began to talk agam : ''Shet down dat light a little. More. More yit. A pusson dat is hunted don't like de light. Dah — dat '11 do, I kin see whah you is, en dat *s enough. I *s gwine to tell you de tale, en cut it jes as short as I kin, en den I '11 tell you what you's got to do. Dat man dat bought me ain't a bad man; he's good enough, as planters goes ; en if he could 'a' had his way I 'd 'a' be'n a house ser- vant in his fambly en be'n comfortable : but his wife she was a Yank, en not right down jgood lookin\ en she riz up ai^in me straight me out to de quarter J fed by Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. 229 *monofst de common fiel' han*s. Dat woman war n*t satisfied even wid dat, but she worked up de overseer ag'in' me, she *uz dat jealous en hateful ; so de overseer he had me out befo' day in de mawnin*s en worked me de whole long day as long as dey'uz any light to see by ; en many'sde lashin*s I got 'ca'se I could n*i come up to de work o' de stronges'. Dal overseer wuz a Yank, too, outen NewEnglan*, en anybody down South kin tell you what dat mean, Dey knows how to work a nigger to death, en day knows how to whale 'em, too — whale 'em till dey backs is welted like a washboard. 'Long at fust my marster say de good word for metode overseer, but dat'uz bad for me ; for de mistis she fine it out, en arterdat I jist ketched it at every turn — dey w^arn't no mercy for me no mo*." Tom's heart was fired — with fury 'against the planter's wife ; and he said to himself, ** But for that meddlesome fool, everything would have gone all right." He added a deep and ^t- bitter curse against her. %'// /^ The expression of this sentiment was fiercely**/ ^7^ written in his face, and stood tliiis revealed to /J' ir^y.^g^ ^ kfQar5'^fe' i-T *-s' 230 Pudd'nhead Wilson. K\ Roxana by a white glare of lightning which turned the somber dusk of the room into daz- zling day at that moment. She was pleased — pleased and grateful ; for did not that expres- sion show that her child was capable of griev- ing for his mothers wrongs and of feeling re- sentment toward her persecutors? — a thing LW !// wh^ch she had been doubting. But her flash of happiness was only a flash, and went out again and left her spirit dark ; for she said to herself, ** He sole me down de river — he can't feel for a body long : dis *11 pass en go." Then she took up her tale again. ** ' Bout ten days ago I 'uz sayin' to myself ^V'i: ^W^^ dat I could n*t las many mo' weeks I *uz so '\ wore out wid de awful work en de lashin's, en ^x so downhearted en misable. En I did n*t care no mo', nuther — life war n't waith noth'n' to me, if I got to go on like dat. Well, when a body is in a frame o' mine like dat, what do a body care what a body do ? Dey was a little sickly nigger wench 'bout ten year ole dat 'uz good to me, en had n't no mammy, po' thing, en I loved her en she loved me ; en she come out whah I 'uz w^orkin 'en she had - 4/ • - \0. • 1' '*■:-■■ fw:v./tJ'zed by Google Pudd'nuead Wilson. 231 a roasted tater, en tried to slip it to me, — rob- bin' herself, you see, 'ca'se she knowed de overseer did n't gimme enough to eat, — en he ketched her at it, en give her a lick acrost de back wid his stick, which 'uz as thick as a broom-handle, en she drop* screamin' on de groun', en squirmin' en wallerin' aroun* in •de dust like a spider dat 's got crippled. I could n't Stan* it. All de hell-fire dat 'uz ever in my heart flame' up, en I snatch de stick outen his han' en laid him flat. He laid dah moanin' en cussin', en all out of his head, you know, en de niggers 'uz plumb sk'yerd ^^ ,,^'Mf\ death. Dey gathered roun' him to hep' him, ^^?*^^ en I jumped on his hoss en took out for dtiS river as tight as I could go. I knowed what ^ dey would do wid me. Soon as he got well he would start in en work me to death if marster let him; en if dey did n't do dat, they 'd sell me furder down de river, en dat's desame thing. So I 'lowed to drown myself en git out o' my troubles. It 'uz gitt'n' towards dark. I 'uz at de river in two minutes. Den I see a canoe, en I says dey ain't no use to drown myself tell I got to; so I ties de hoss in de jT 232 PUDD'NHEAD WiLSON. edge o* de timber en shove out down de river, keepin* in under de shelter o' de bluff bank en prayin' for de dark to shet down quick. I had a pow'ful good start, ca se de big house 'uz three mile back fom de river en on'y de i work-mules to ride dah on, en on'y niggers to ^ride em, en day war n't gwine to hurry — dey 'd ^gimme all de chance dey could. Befo' a body could go to de house en back it would be long pas' dark, en dey could n't track de hoss en fine out which way 1 went tell mawnin*, en de ;, ,«*^ niggers would tell 'em all de lies dey could ^*^-^«.'^ -bout it. ** Well, de dark come, en I went on a-spin- nin' down de river. I paddled mo'n two hours, den I war n't worried no mo', so I quit paddlin , en floated down de current, consider- in' what I 'uz gwine to do if I did n't have to drown myself. I made up some plans, en floated along, turnin' 'em over in my mine. ^^-33^ Well, when it'uz a little pas* midnight, as I -^.-r"^^ - 1 reckoned, en I had come fifteen or twenty _-^ .ii ^r"""---^ mile, I see de lights o' a steamboat layin' at de bank, whah dey war n't no town en no woodyard, en putty soon I ketched de shape Digitized by Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. 233 de chimbly-tops ag in* de stars, en de good gracious me, I 'most jumped out o' my skin for joy ! It 'uz de Gran Mogul — I *uz chambermaid on her for eight seasons in de Cincinnati en Orleans trade. I slid 'long pas' — don't see nobody stirrin' nowhah — hear 'em a-hammerin' away in de engine-room, den I knowed what de matter was — some o' de ma- ijl^i^^ chinery's broke. I got asho' below de boat ' f^'^i- and turn' de canoe loose, den I goes 'long up, en dey 'uz jes one plank out, en I step' 'board de boat. It 'uz pow'ful hot, deckhan's en roustabouts 'uz sprawled aroun' asleep on de fo'casT, de second mate, Jim Bangs, he sot dah on de bitts wid his head down, asleep — 'ca'se dat 's de way de second mate stan' de cap'n's watch ! — en de ole watchman, Billy Hatch, he 'uz a-noddin' on de companionway ; — en I knowed 'em all ; 'en, Ian', but dey did look good ! I says to myself, I wished old marster'd come along now en try to take me — bless yo' heart, I 's 'mong frien's, I is. So 1 tromped right along 'mongst 'em, en went up on de b'iler deck en 'way back aft to de ladies' cabin guard, en sot down dah in de^- t// 1 234 Pudd'nuead Wilson. /^I j same cheer dat 1 'd sot in *mos a hund'd million v/ ' _ times, I reckon ; en it *uz jist home ag'in, I '"'"^ tell you ! ** In 'bout an hour I heard de ready-bell jingle, en den de racket begin. Putty soon I hear de gong strike. * Set her back on de out- side,* 1 says to myself — ' 1 reckon I knows dat music ! ' 1 hear de gong ag'in. * Come ahead on de inside,' I says. Gong ag in. * Stop de outside.' Gong ag'in. * Come ahead on de out- side — now we 's pinted for Sent I ,ouis, en 1 *s outer de woods en ain't got to drown my- self at all/ I kiiowed de Mogul 'uz in de Sent Louis trade now, you see. It 'uz jes fair day- '^ 0') light when we passed our plantation, en I seed ""^ ^ a gang o' niggers en white folks huntin' up en * down de sho\ en iroublin' deyselves a good \j deal 'bout me ; but 1 war n't troublin' myself none 'bout dem, " 'Bout dat time Sally Jackson, dat used to ^ be my second chambermaid en 'uz head cham- bermaid now, she come out on de guard, en , \vi pow'ful glad to see me, en so 'uz all de ^^..„j^/% officers ; en 1 tole em I 'd got k;id napped en V^^-sole down de river, en dey made me up Digitized by Google PUDDNHEAD WiLSON. 235 twenty dollahs en give it to me, en Sally she rigged me out wid good clo'es, en when I got here I went straight to whah you used to wuz, •en den I come to dis house, en dey say you's away but 'spected back every day ; so I did n't dast to go down de river to Dawson's, *ca*se I might miss you. ** Well, las Monday I 'uz pass'n' by one o' dem places in Fourth street whah deh sticks up runaway-nigger bills, en he*ps to ketch *em, en I seed my marster ! I *mos* flopped -down on de groun', I felt so gone. He had his back to me, en 'uz talkin' to de man en givin' him some bills — nigger-bills, I reckon, en I 'se de nigger. He 's offerin' a reward — dat 's it. Ain't I right, don't you reckon ? " Tom had been gradually sinking into a state of ghastly terror, and he said to himself, now : ** I 'm lost, no matter what turn things take ! This man has said to me that he thinks there was something suspicious about that sale.- He said he had a letter from a passenger on the Grand Mogul saying that Roxy came here on that boat and that every- 1 body on board knew all about the ca?ie ; so^ /it L 236 Pudd'nhead Wilson. he says that her coming here instead of flying to a free State looks bad for me. and that if I don't find her for him, and that pretty soon, he will make trouble for me. I never be- lieved that story ; I could n*t believe she would be so dead to all motherly instincts as to come here, knowing the risk she would run of getting me into irremediable trouble. And after all, here she is ! And I stupidly swore I would help him find her, thinking it was a perfectly safe thing to promise. If I venture to deliver her up, she — she — but how can I help myself ? Tve got to do that or pay the money, and whereas the money to come from ? I — I — well, I should think that if he would swear to treat her kindly here- after — and she says, herself, that he is a good ^i^ man — aiul if he would swear to never allow J" her to be overworked, or ill fed, or " 5^i A flash of lightning exposed Tom*s pallid ^^Jface, drawn and rigid with these worrying thoiights. Roxana spoke up sharply now^ lere was apprehension in her voice — 'urn up dat light ! I want to see yo"^ setter. Dah now — lemme look at you. mSTTOU^ /^Hf^' Digitized by Google PUDD*NHEAD WiLSON. 237 Chambers, you's as white as yo' shirt ! Has you seen dat man ? Has he be'n to see you ?" - Ye-s." - When ? " *' Monday noon." ** Monday noon ! Was he on my track ? " ** He — well, he thought he was. That he hoped he was. This is the bill you saw." He took it out of his pocket. *' Read it to me ! " She was panting with excitement, and there was a dusky glow in her eyes that Tom could not translate with certainty, but there seemed to be something threatening about it. The handbill had the usual rude woodcut of a turbaned negro woman running, with the cus- tomary bundle on a stick over her shoulder, and the heading in bold type, ** $100 Re- ward." Tom read the bill aloud — at least the part that described Roxana and named the master and his St. Louis address and the address of the Fourth-street agency; but he left out the item that applicants for the re- ward might also apply to Mr. Thomas Dris- coll. $100ilEt?5 ^ i --;§ ';!.%. Digitized by >5o PuDD^MiEAD Wilson. road and entered Judge Driscoirs house with- out having encountered any one either on the road or under the roof. He pulled down his window-blinds and lighted his candle. He laid off his coat and ,^hat and began his preparations. He un- locked his trunk and got his suit of girl's clothes out from under the male attire in it, and laid it by. Then he blacked his face with burnt cork and put the cork in his pocket. His plan was, to slip down to his un- cle's private sitting-room below, pass into the bedroom, steal the safe-key from the old gentleman's clothes, and then go back and rob the safe. He took up his candle to start. His courage and confidence were high, up to this point, but both began to waver a little, now. Suppose he should make a noise, by some accident, and get caught — say, in the act of opening the safe? Perhaps it would be well to go armed. He took the Indian knife from its hiding-place, and felt a pltiasant return of his wandering courage. He slipped stealthily down the narrow stair, his hair rising and his pulses halting at the Digitized by Google ■"-rjL. Pudd'nhead Wilson. 251 slightest creak. When he was half-way down, he was disturbed to perceive that the landing below was touched by a faint glow of light. What could that mean ? Was his uncle still up ? No, that was not likely; he must have left his night-taper there when he went to bed. Tom crept on down, pausing at every step to listen. He found the door standing open, and glanced in. What he saw pleased him beyond measure. His uncle was asleep on the sofa ; on a small table at the head of the sofa a lamp was burning low, and by it stood the old man's small tin cash-box, closed. Near the box was a pile of bank-notes and a piece of paper covered with figures in pencil. The safe-door was not open. Evidently the sleeper had wearied himself 'with work upon^ his finances, and was taking a rest. Tom set his candle on the stairs, and be- ^^^-T^' gan to make his way toward the pile of notes, ll ^' '^ stooping low as he went. When he was pass- ing his uncle, the old man stirred in his sleep, and Tom stopped instantly — stopped, and softly drew the knife from its sheath, with his heart thumping, and his eyes fastened upon Google 252 Pudd'nhead Wilson. his benefactor's face. After a moment or two he ventured forward again — one step — reached for his prize and seized it, dropping the knife-sheath. Then he felt the old man s strong grip upon him, and a wild cry of **Help! help!" rang in his ear. Without hesitation he drove the knife home — and was free. Some of the notes escaped from his left hand and fell in the blood on the floor. He dropped the knife and snatched them up and started to fly ; transferred them to his left hand, and seized the knife again, in his fright and confusion, but remembered himself and flung it from him, as being a dangerous witness to carry away with him. He jumped for the stair-foot, and closed the door behind him ; and as he snatched his candle and fled upward, the stillness of the night was broken by the sound of urgent foot- steps approaching the house. In another moment he was in his room and the twins were standing aghast over the body of the murdered man ! Tom put on his coat, buttoned his hat un- der it, threw on his suit of girFs clothes, Pudd'nhead Wilson. 253 dropped the veil, blew out his light, locked the room door by which he had just entered, taking the key, passed through his other door into the back hall, locked that door and kept the key, then worked his way along in the dark and descended the back stairs. He was iS-^ not expecting to meet anybody, for all inter- est was centered in the other part of the house, now ; his calculation proved correct. By the time he was passing through the back- yard, Mrs. Pratt, her servants, and a dozen half-dressed neighbors had joined the twins and the dead, and accessions were still arriv- ing at the front door. As Tom, quaking as with a palsy, passed out at the gate, three women came flying from the house on the opposite side of the lane. They rushed by him and in at the gate, ask- ^ ing him what the trouble was there, but not ^\ waiting for an answer. Tom said to himself, ^' *' Those old maids waited to dress — they did ^7 ^^ the same thing the night Stevens's house~^ iA^ burned down next door." In a few minutes __II^ he was in the haunted lioub^t!. He li^rhted a | candle and took off his ylrl-clothes, TJiere '^^^S'^ r f 254 Pudd'nhead Wilson. i ) .- (^"^ was blood on him all down his left side, and his right hand was red with the stains of the blood-soaked notes which he had crushed in it ; but otherwise he was free from this sort of evidence. He cleansed his hand on the straw, and cleaned most of the smut from his face. Then he burned his male and female attire to ashes, scattered the ashes, and put on a disguise proper for a tramp. He blew out his light, went below, and was soon loaf- ing down the river road with the intent to borrow and use one of Roxy's devices. He found a canoe and paddled off down-stream,, setting the canoe adrift as dawn approached,^ and making his way by land to the next vil- lage, where he kept out of sight till a tran- sient steamer came along, and then took deck passage for St. Louis. He was ill at ease un- til Dawson's Landing was behind him ; then he said to himself, *' All the detectives on / / earth could n't trace me now ; there 's not a ^"'-'^ vestige of a clue left in the world ; that homi- cide will take its place with the permanent [ mysteries, and people won't get done trying to guess out the secret of it for fifty years." :».. m -^W^/^^'A-r-:^*^' Digitized bTV^OOQlC PuDi/NHEAD Wilson. 255 In St. Louis, next morning, he read this brief telegram in the papers — dated at Daw- son's Landing : Judge Driscoll, an old and respected citizen, was as- sassinated here about midnight by a profligate Italian no- bleman or barber on account of a quarrel growing out of the recent election. The assassin will probably be lynched. ** One of the twins ! " soliloquized Tom ; " how lucky ! It is the knife that has done him this grace. We never know when for- tune is trying to favor us. I actually cursed Pudd'nhead Wilson in my heart for putting it out of my power to sell that knife. I take it back, now." Tom was now rich and independent. He arranged with the planter, and mailed to Wil- son the new bill of sale which sold Roxana to herself; then he telegraphed his Aunt Pratt: Have seen the awful news in the papers and am almost prostrated with grief. Shall start by packet to-day. Try SKiei/fSm to bear up till I come. 4fm/^^Wf^l ^^^ When Wilson reached the house of mourn- '^l^^^'^^" ing and had gathered such details as Mrs. Pratt and the rest of the crowd could tell him, .^^ ,..n^^^^ ixr<'-'?h ^^ n^p^ ^- 7 ^'i^r^^. Digitized by Google 256 PUDDNUEAD VVlLSON. he took command as mayor, and gave orders that nothing should be touched, but every- thing left as it was until Justice Robinson should arrive and take the proper measures as coroner. He cleared everybody out of the room but the twins and himself. The sheriff soon arrived and took the twins away to jail. Wilson told them to keep heart, and promised to do his best in their defense when the case should come to trial. Justice Robinson came presently, and with him Constable Blake. They examined the room thoroughly. They found the knife and the sheath. Wilson noticed that there were finger-prints on the knife-handle. That pleased him, for the twins had required the earliest comers to make a scrutiny of th^sir hands and clothes, and nei- ther these people nor Wilson himself had found any blood-stains upon them. Could there be a possibility that the twins had spoken the truth when they said they found the man dead when they ran into the house in answer to the cry for help ? He thought of that mys- terious girl at once. But this was not the sort of work for a girl to be engaged in. No Digitized by Google PUDD*NHEAD WiLSON. 2$/ matter ; Tom Driscoirs room must be exam- ined. After the coroner's jury had viewed the body and its surroundings, Wilson suggested a search up-stairs, and he went along. The jury forced an entrance to Tom's room, but found nothing, of course. The coroner s jury found that the homicide was committed by Luigi, and that Angelo was accessory to it. The town was bitter against the unfortu- *^ nates, and for the first few days after the murder they were in constant danger of being lynched. The grand jury presently indicted Luigi for murder in the first degree, and An- gelo as accessory before the fact. The twins were transferred from the city jail to the county prison to await trial. Wilson examined the finger-marks on the knife-handle and said to himself, *' Neither of the twins made those marks." Then manifestly there was another person concerned, either in his own interest or as hired assassin. But who could it be ? That, he must try to find out. The safe was not open, thu 'y ^,;^' ^-U"^' ^ ^<^ '/,/.yy, c^< t-- '^' ^^^^ aiiijiiiiiii "t^^ T^^— X t>" Digitized by Google 258 Pudd'nhead Wilson. A^' ni)NW ?; cash-box was closed, and had three thousand dollars in it. Then robbery was not the motive, and revenge was. Where had the murdered man an enemy except Luigi ? There was but that one person in the world with a deep grudge against him. The mysterious girl ! The girl was a great trial to Wilson. If the motive had been rob- bery, the girl might answer ; but there was n't any girl that would want to take this old man's life for revenge. He had no quarrels with girls ; he was a gentleman. Wilson had perfect tracings of the finger- marks of the knife-handle; and among his glass-records he had a great array of the fin- ger-prints of women and girls, collected during the last fifteen or eighteen years, but he scanned them in vain, they successfully with- stood every test ; among them were no dupli- cates of the prints on the knife The presence of the knife on the stage of the murder was a worrying circumstance for Wilson, A week previously he had as good as admitted to himself that lie believed Luigi ^;^5 had possessed such a knife, and that he still Digitized by Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. 259 possessed it notwithstanding his pretense that it had been stolen. And now here was the knife, and with it the twins. Half the town had said the twins were humbugging when they claimed that they had lost their knife, and now these people were joyful, and said, •• I told you so!" If their finger-prints had been on the han- dle — but it was useless to bother any further about that ; the finger-prints on the handle were not theirs — that he knew perfectly. Wilson refused to suspect Tom ; for first, Tom could n't murder anybody — he had n't character enough ; secondly, if he could mur- der a person he would n't select his doting benefactor and nearest relative ; thirdly, self- interest was in the way ; for while the uncle lived, Tom was sure of a free support and a chance to get the destroyed will revived again, but with the uncle gone, that chance was gone, too. It was true the will had really been re- vived, as was now discovered, but Tom could not have been aware of it, or he would have 'r-^ spoken of it, in his native talky, unsecretive way. Finally, Tom was in St. Louis when'^ 26o Pudd'nhead Wilson. <^ the murder was done, and got the news out of the morning journals, as was shown by his telegram to his aunt. These speculations were unemphasized sensations rather than articulated thoughts, for Wilson would have laughed at the idea of seriously connecting Tom with the murder. Wilson regarded the case of the twins as desperate — in fact, about hopeless. For he argued that if a confederate was not found, an enlightened Missouri jury would hang them, sure ; if a confederate was found, that would not improve the matter, but simply furnish one more person for the sheriff to hang. Noth- ing could save the twins but the discovery of a person who did the murder on his sole per- sonal account — an undertaking which had all the aspect of the impossible. Still, the person who made the finger-prints must be sought. iThe twins might have no case withVwa, but they certainly would have none without him. So Wilson mooned around, thinking, think- ing, guessing, guessing, day and night, and arriving nowhere. Whenever he ran across a girl or a woman he was not acquainted with. Digitized by Google PUDDNHEAD WiLSON. 261 he got her finger-prints, on one pretext or an- other; and they always cost him a sigh when he got home, for they never tallied with the finger-marks on the knife-handle. As to the mysterious girl, Tom swore he knew no such girl, and did not remember ever seeing a girl wearing a dress like the one de- scribed by Wilson. He admitted that he did not always lock his room, and that sometimes the servants forgot to lock the house doors ; still, in his opinion the girl must have made but few visits or she would have been discov- ered. When Wilson tried to connect her with the stealing-raid, and thought she might have been the old woman's confederate, if not the very thief herself disguised as an old woman, Tom seemed struck, and also much interested, and said he would keep a sharp eye out for this person or persons, although he was afraid that she or they would be too smart to venture again into a town where everybody would now be on the watch for a good while to come. Everybody was pitying Tom, he looked so quiet and sorrowful, and seemed to feel his great loss so deeply. He was playing a part, Digitized by Google 262 Pudd'nhead Wilson. but it was not all a part. The picture of his alleged uncle, as he had last seen him, was be- fore him in the dark pretty frequently, when he was awake, and called again in his dreams, when he was asleep. He would n't go into the room where the tragedy had happened. This charmed the doting Mrs. Pratt, who realized now, ** as she had never done before," she said, what a sensitive and delicate nature her darling had, and how he adored his poor uncle. Digitized by Google CHAPTER XX. Even the clearest and most perfect circumstantial evi- dence is likely to be at fault, after all, and tiierefore ought to be received with great caution. Take the case of any pencil, sharpened by any woman : if you have witnesses, you will find she did it with a knife ; but if you take simply the aspect of the pencil, you will say she did it with her teeth. — Pudd'nhead Wilson* s Calendar, The weeks dragged along, no friend visit- ing the jailed twins but their counsel and Aunt Patsy Cooper, and the day of trial came at last — the heaviest day in Wilson's life ; for with all his tireless diligence he had dis- covered no sign or trace of the missing con- federate. "Confederate" was the term he had long ago privately accepted for that per- son — not as being unquestionably the right term, but as being at least possibly the right one, though he was never able to understand why the twins did not vanish and escape, as r^y 264 PUDD*NHEAD WiLSON. the confederate had done, instead of remain- ing by the murdered man and getting caught there. The court-house was crowded, of course, and would remain so to the finish, for not only in the town itself, but in the country for miles around, the trial was the one topic of conversation among the people. Mrs. Pratt^ in deep mourning, and Tom with a weed on his hat, had seats near Pembroke Howard, the public prosecutor, and back of them sat a great array of friends of the family. The twins had but one friend present to keep their counsel in countenance, their poor old sorrowing landlady. She sat near Wil- son, and looked her friendliest. In the ** nigger corner" sat Chambers; also Roxy, with good clothes on, and her bill of sale in her pocket. It was her most precious possession, and she never parted with it, day or night. Tom had allowed her thirty-five dollars a month ever since he came into his property, and had said that he and she ought to be grateful to the twins for making them rich ; but had roused such a temper in her by Digitized by Google this speech zz^ ment aftercs*- treatcd he: :- he dese^-- ^" kindness :. — - lan f^kr Of" - ever sir:f: i::::^- 267 nate now pro- vered those ^ i that It * I conver- ii last day Tense had ^ ihe person that he had d assassin — but had added be ready for I) tlie person here ^^arncd that he must xinw. he should meet iisel for the defense fit st:uul so, he would I im:ss staiKb Mr. Wilson wo tlenial. [Murmurs in netting wurse and worse stifled that shv heard no out- Digitize 266 Pudd'nhead Wilson. consummated by the cowardliest of hands; a crime which had broken a loving sister's heart, Wighted the happiness of a young nephew who was as dear as a son, brought inconsola- ble grief to many friends, and sorrow and loss to the whole community. The utmost penalty of the outraged law would be exacted, and upon the accused, now present at the bar, that penalty would unquestionably be exe- cuted. He would reserve further remark un- til his closing speech. He was strongly moved, and so also was the whole house ; Mrs. Pratt and several other women were weeping when he sat down, and many an eye that was full of hate was riveted upon the unhappy prisoners. Witness after witness was called by the State, and questioned at length ; but the crossi- questioning was brief. Wilson knew they could furnish nothing valuable for his side. People were sorry for Pudd'nhead ; his bud- ding career would get hurt by this trial. Several witnesses swore they heard Judge Driscoll say in his public speech that the twins would be able to find their lost knife jio^^^^sK^oogle Pudd'nhead Wilson. 267 again when they needed it to assassinate somebody with. This was not news, but now it was seen to have been sorrowfully pro- phetic, and a profound sensation quivered through the hushed court-room when those dismal words were repeated. The public prosecutor rose and said that it was within his knowledge, through a conver- sation held with Judge Driscoll on the last day of his life, that counsel for the defense had brought him a challenge from the person charged at this bar with murder ; that he had refused to fight with a confessed assassin — ** that is, on the field of honor," but had added significantly, that he would be ready for him elsewhere. Presumably the person here charged with murder was warned that he must kill or be killed the first time he should meet Judge Driscoll. If counsel for the defense chose to let the statement stand so, he would not call him to the witness stand. Mr. Wilson said he would offer no denial. [Murmurs in the house — **It is getting worse and worse for Wilson's case."] Mrs. Pratt testified that she heard no out- Digitized 268 PUDD*NHEAD VVlLSON. cry, and did not know what woke her up, unless it was the sound of rapid footsteps approaching the front door. She jumped up and ran out in the hall just as she was, and heard the footsteps flying up the front steps and then following behind her as she ran to the sitting-room. There she found the ac- cused standing over her murdered brother. [Here she broke down and sobbed. Sensa- tion in the court.] Resuming, she said the persons entering behind her were Mr. Rogers and Mr. Buckstone. Cross-examined by Wilson, she said the twins proclaimed their innocence ; declared that they had been taking a walk, and had hurried to the house in response to a cry for help which was so loud and strong that they had heard it at a considerable distance ; that they begged her and the gentlemen just men- tioned to examine their hands and clothes — which was done, and no blood stains found. Confirmatory evidence followed from Rog- ers and Buckstone. The finding of the knife was verified, the advertisement minutely describing it and offer- Digitized by Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. 269 ing a reward for it was put in evidence, and its exact correspondence with that description proved. Then followed a few minor details, and the case for the State was closed. Wilson said that he had three witnesses, the Misses Clarkson, who would testify that they met a veiled young woman leaving Judge Driscolls premises by the back gate a few minutes after the cries for help were heard, and that their evidence, taken with certain cir- cumstantial evidence which he would call the court's attention to, would in his opinion con- vince the court that there was still one person concerned in this crime who had not yet been found, and also that a stay of proceedings ought to be granted, in justice to his clients, until that person should be discovered. As it was late, he would ask leave to defer the ex- amination of his three witnesses until the next morning. The crowd poured out of the place and went flocking away in excited groups and couples, talking the events of the session over with vi- vacity and consuming interest, and everybody seemed to have had a satisfactory and enjoy- $ Digitized by Goog 270 Pudd'nhead VVilsoxN. N\ able day except the accused, their counsel, and their old-lady friend. There was no cheer among these, and no substantial hope. In parting with the twins Aunt Patsy did attempt a good-night with a gay pretense of hope and cheer in it, but broke down without finishing. Absolutely secure as Tom considered him- self to be, the opening solemnities of the trial had nevertheless oppressed him with a vague uneasiness, his being a nature sensitive to even the smallest alarms ; but from the moment that the poverty and weakness of Wilson's case lay exposed to the court, he was comfortable once more, even jubilant. He left the court-room sarcastically sorry for Wil- son. '* The Clarksons met an unknown woman in the back lane," he said to himself — ** that is his case ! I 'II give him a century to find her in — a couple of them if he likes. A woman who does n't exist any longer, and the clothes that gave her her sex burnt up and the ashes thrown away — oh, certainly, he '11 find her easy enough ! " This reflection set him to admiring, for the hundredth time, the '^z^^^iogie Pudd'nhead Wilson. 271 shrewd ingenuities by which he had insured himself against detection — more, against even suspicion. *' Nearly always in cases like this there is some little detail or other overlooked, some wee little track or trace left behind, and detec- tion follows ; but here there 's not even the faintest suggestion of a trace left. No more than a bird leaves when it flies through the air — yes, through the night, you may say. The man that can track a bird through the air in the dark and find that bird is the man to track me out and find the Judge's assassin — no other need apply. And that is the job that has been laid out for poor Pudd'nhead Wilson, of all people in the world ! Lord, it will be patheti- cally funny to see him grubbing and groping after that woman that don't exist, and the right person sitting under his very nose all the time !" The more he thought the situa- tion over, the more the humor of it struck him. Finally he said, *' I '11 never let him hear the last of that woman. Every time I catch him in company, to his dying day, I '11 ask him in the guileless affectionate way that 2/2 PUDD*NHEAD WlLSON. used to gravel him so when I inquired how his unborn law-business was coming along, * Got on her track yet — hey, Pudd'nhead ? ' '* He wanted to laugh, but that would not have answered ; there were people about, and he was mourning for his uncle. He made up his mind that it would be good entertainment to look in on Wilson that night and watch him worry over his barren law-case and goad him with an exasperating word or two of sympathy and commiseration now and then. Wilson wanted no supper, he had no appe- tite. He got out all the finger-prints of girls and women in his collection of records and pored gloomily over them an hour or more, trying to convince himself that that trouble- some girl's marks were there somewhere and had been overlooked. But it was not so. He drew back his chair, clasped his hands over his head, and gave himself up to dull and arid musmgs. Tom Driscoll dropped in, an hour after dark, and said with a pleasant laugh as he took a seat — " Hello, we've gone back to the amusements 'iiized by Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. 273 of our days of neglect and obscurity for con- solation, have we ?" and he took up one of the glass strips and held it against the light to inspect it. " Come, cheer up, old man ; there *s no use in losing your grip and going back to this child's-play merely because this big sunspot is drifting across your shiny new disk. It '11 pass, and you '11 be all right again," — and he laid the glass down. " Did you think you could win always ? " *' Oh, no," said Wilson, with a sigh, *' I did n't expect that, but I can't believe Luigi killed your uncle, and I feel very sorry for him. It makes me blue. And you would feel as I do, Tom, if you were not prejudiced against those young fellows." " I don't know about that," and Tom's countenence darkened, for his memory re- verted to his kicking ; '* I owe them no good will, considering the brunette one*s treatment of me that night. Prejudice or no prejudice, Pudd^nhead, I don't like them, and when they get their deserts you 're not going to find me sitting on the mourner's bench. 18 Digitized by Google 274 Pudd'nhead Wilson. He took up another strip of glass, and ex- claimed — '• Why, here 's old Roxy's label ! Are you going to ornament the royal palaces with nig- ger paw-marks, too ? By the date here, 1 was seven moflths old when this was done, and she was nursing me and her little nigger cub. There 's a line straight across her thumb-print. How comes that?" and Tom held out the piece of glass to Wilson. " That is common," said the bored man,, wearily. ** Scar of a cut or a scratch, usu- ally " — and he took the strip of glass indiffer- ently, and raised it toward the lamp. All the blood sunk suddenly out of his face; his hand quaked, and he gazed at the polished surface before him with the glassy stare of a corpse. ''Great Heavens, what's the matter with you, Wilson ? Are you going to faint?" Tom sprang for a glass of water and offered it, but Wilson shrank shuddering from him and said — "No, no! — take it away!" His breast was rising and falling, and he moved his head Digitized by Google PUDD*NHEAD WiLSON. 275 about in a dull and wandering way, like a per- son who has been stunned. Presently he said, *' I shall feel better when I get to bed; I have been overwrought to-day ; yes, and over worked for many days." *' Then I '11 leave you and let you to get to your rest. Good-night, old man." But as Tom went out he could n't deny himself a small parting gibe : *' Don't take it so hard ; a body can't win every time ; you '11 hang somebody yet." Wilson muttered to himself, *' It is no lie to say I am sorry I have to begin with you, miserable dog though you are ! " He braced himself up with a glass of cold whisky, and went to work again. He did not compare the new finger-marks unintentionally left by Tom a few minutes before on Roxy's glass with the tracings of the marks left on the knife-handle, there being no need of that (for his trained eye), but busied himself with another matter, muttering from time to time. 'i. " Idiot that I was ! — Nothing but a ^g/r/\ would do me — a man in girl's clothes never occurred to me." First, he hunted out the Digitized by Google 2/6 PUDD*NHEAD WiLSON. plate containing the finger-prints made by Tom when he was twelve years old, and laid it by itself ; then he brought forth the marks made by Tom's baby fingers when he was a suckling of seven months, and placed these two platqs with the one containing this sub- ject's newly (and unconsciously) made rec- ord. *' Now the series is complete," he said with satisfaction, and sat down to inspect these things and enjoy them. But his enjoyment was brief. He stared a considerable time at the three strips, and seemed stupefied with astonishment. At last he put them down and said, " I can't make it out at all — hang it, the baby's don't tally with the others !" He walked the floor for half an hour puz- zling over his enigma, then he hunted out two other glass plates. He sat down and puzzled over these things a good while, but kept muttering, '* It's no use; I can't understand it. They don't tally right, and yet 1 11 swear the names and dates are right, and so of course they ou^A/ to tally. •n^ i\i%Jlk'** • Digitized by Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. 277 I never labeled one of these things carelessly in my life. There is a most extraordinary mystery here." He was tired out, now, and his brains were beginning to clog. He said he would sleep himself fresh, and then see what he could do with this riddle. He slept through a troubled and unrestful hour, then unconsciousness be- gan to shred away, and presently he rose drowsily to a sitting posture. "Now what was that dream ?" he said, trying to recall it ; ** what was that dream ? — it seemed to unravel that puz " He landed in the middle of the floor at a bound, without finishing the sentence, and ran and turned up his light and seized his ** records." He took a single swift glance at them and cried out — *'It's so! Heavens, what a revelation! And for twenty-three years no man has ever suspected it 1 ' Digitized by ^ ioogle CHAPTER XXI. He is useless on top of ihe ground ; he ought to be under it, inspiring the cabbages. — Fud(tnhead Wilson's Calendar, April I, This is the day upon which we are reminded of what we are on the other three hundred and sixty-four. — Pudd'nhead Wilsons Calendar. Wilson put on enough clothes for business purposes and went to work under a high pres- sure of steam. He was awake all over. All sense of weariness had been swept away by the invigorating refreshment of the great and hopeful discovery which he had made. He made fine and accurate reproductions of a num- ber of his *' records," and then enlarged them on a scale of ten to one with his pantograph. He did these pantograph enlargements on sheets of white cardboard, and made each individual line of the bewildering maze of whorls or curves or loops which constituted the ''pattern," of a *' record " stand out bold and black by reinfor- ^' M. is^-yy ^-^'l^mrzed by VjOOQIC PUDD*NHEAD WlLSON. 279 cing it with ink. To the untrained eye the col- lection of delicate originals made by the human finger on the glass plates looked about alike ; but when enlarged ten times they resembled the markings of a block of wood that has been sawed across the grain, and the dullest eye could detect at a glance, and at a distance of many feet, that no two of the patterns were alike. When Wilson had at last finished his tedious and difficult work, he arranged its re- sults according to a plan in which a progres- sive order and sequence was a principal feat- ure ; then he added to the batch several panto- graph enlargements which he had made from time to time in bygone years. The night was spent and the day well ad- vanced, now. By the time he had snatched //' a trifle of breakfast it was nine o'clock, and the court was ready to begin its sitting. He was in his place twelve minutes later with his ^' records." Tom Driscoll caught a slight glimpse of the records, and nudged his nearest friend and said, with a wink, ** Pudd'nhead's got a rare eye to business — thinks that as long as he oogle 28o PUDD'NHtCAD WiLSON. can't win his case it 'sat least a noble good chance to advertise his palace-window decora- tions without any expense." Wilson was in- formed that his witnesses had been delayed, but would arrive presently ; but he rose and said he should probably not have occasion to make use of their testimony. [An amused murmur ran through the room — ** It's a clean back- down ! he gives up without hitting a lick!"] Wilson continued — ** I have other testimony — and better. [This compelled interest, and evoked murmurs of surprise that had a detec- tible ingredient of disappointment in them.] If I seem to be springing this evidence upon the court, I offer as my justification for this, that I did not discover its existence until late last night, and have been engaged in examining and classifying it ever since, until half an hour ago. I shall offer it presently ; but first I wish to say a few preliminary words. "May it please the Court, the claim given the front place, the claim most persistently urged, the claim most strenuously and I may even say aggressively and defiantly insisted upon by the prosecution, is this — that the per- Digitized by Google PUDDNHEAD WiLSON. 281 son whose hand left the blood-stained finger- prints upon the handle of the Indian knife is the person who committed the murder." Wil- son paused, during several moments, to give impressiveness to what he was about to say, and then added tranquilly, " We grant that claim. " It was an electrical surprise. No one was prepared for such an admission. A buzz of astonishment rose on all sides, and people were heard to intimate that the overworked lawyer had lost his mind. Even the veteran judge, accustomed as he was to legal ambushes and masked batteries in criminal procedure, was not sure that his ears were not deceiving him, and asked counsel what it was he had said. Howard's impassive face betrayed no sign, but his attitude and bearing lost something of their careless confidence for a moment. Wil- son resumed : *' We not only grant that claim, but we wel- come it and strongly endorse it. Leaving that matter for the present, we will now pro- ceed to consider other points in the case which we propose to establish by evidence, 282 Pudd'nhead Wilson. and shall include that one in the chain in its proper place." He had made up his mind to try a few hardy guesses, in mapping out his theory of the origin and motive of the murder — guesses designed to fill up gaps in it — guesses which could help if they hit, and would probably do no harm if they did n't. •* To my mind, certain circumstances of the case before the court seem to suggest a motive for the homicide quite different from the one insisted on by the State. It is my conviction that the motive was not revenge, but robbery. It has been urged that the presence of the ac- cused brothers in that fatal room, just after notification that one of them must take the life of Judge Driscoll or lose his own the mo- ment the parties should meet, clearly signifies ' that the natural instinct of self-preservation moved my clients to go there secretly and save Count Luigi by destroying his adversary. "Then why did they stay there, after the deed was done ? Mrs. Pratt had time, al- though she did not hear the cry for help, but woke up some moments later, to run to that Digitized by Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. 283 room — and there she found these men standing and making no effort to escape. If they were guilty, they ought to have been running out of the house at the same time that she was running to that room. If they had had such a strong instinct toward self-preservation as to move them to kill that unarmed man, what had become of it now, when it should have been more alert than ever ? Would any of us have remained there? Let us not slander :'!!r^LiiLil^' our intellicrence to that degrree. ** Much stress has been laid upon the fact that the accused offered a very large reward for the knife with which this murder was done ; that no thief came forward to claim that ex- traordinary reward ; that the latter fact was good circumstantial evidence that the claim that the knife had been stolen was a vanity and a fraud ; that these details taken in con- nection with the memorable and apparently prophetic speech of the deceased concerning that knife, and the final discovery of that very knife in the fatal room where no living person was found present with the slaughtered man but the owner of the knife and his brother, 284 Pudd'nhead Wilson. form an indestructible chain of evidence which fixes the crime upon those unfortunate stran- gers. '* But I shall presently ask to be sworn, and shall testify that there was a large reward of- fered for the thief y also ; that it was offered se- cretly and not advertised; that this fact was indiscreetly mentioned — or at least tacitly ad- / mitted — in what was supposed to be safe cir- v' cumstances, but may not have been. The ^ thief may have been present himself. [Tom Driscoll had been looking at the speaker, but dropped his eyes at this point.] In that case he would retain the knife in his possession, not daring to offer it for sale, or for pledge in a pawn-shop. [There was a nodding of heads among the audience by way of admission that this was not a bad stroke.] I shall prove to the satisfaction of the jury that there was a person in Judge DriscolFs room several minutes before the accused entered it. [This produced a strong sensation ; the last drowsy- head in the court-room roused up, now, and made preparation to listen.] If it shall seem necessary, I will prove by the Misses Clark- Digitized by Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. 285 son that they met a veiled person — ostensibly a woman — coming out of the back gate a few minutes after the cry for help was heard. This person was not a woman, but a man dressed in woman's clothes." Another sensa- tion. Wilson had his eye on Tom when he hazarded this guess, to see what effect it would produce. He was satisfied with the result, and said to himself, *' It was a success — he 's hit!" **The object of that person in that house ^ was robbery, not murder. It is true that the safe was not open, but there was an ordinary tin cash-box on the table, with three thousand dollars in it. It is easily supposable that the thief was concealed in the house ; that he knew of this box, and of its owner's habit of counting its contents and arranging his ac- counts at night — if he had that habit, which I do not assert, of course ; — that he tried to take the box while its owner slept, but made a noise and was seized, and had to use the knife to save himself from capture ; and that he fled without his booty because he heard help ..^^^^^^^ 286 Pudd'nhead Wilson. " I have now done with my theory, and will proceed to the evidences by which I propose to try to prove its soundness." Wilson took up several of his strips of glass. When the audience recognized these familiar mementoes of Pudd'nhead's old-time childish "puttering" and folly, the tense and funereal interest van- ished out of their faces, and the house burst into volleys of relieving and refreshing laugh- ter, and Tom chirked up and joined in the fun himself; but Wilson was apparently not disturbed. He arranged his records on the table before him, and said — ** I beg the indulgence of the court while I make a few remarks in explanation of some evidence which I am about to introduce, and Y^ which I shall presently ask to be allowed to verify under oath on the witness stand. ^;{^^^^.4c Every human beine carries with him from his -^ w*^ cradle to his grave certain physical marks which do not change their character, and by which he can always be identified — and that without shade of doubt or question. These marks are his signature, his physiological au- tograph, so to speak, and this autograph can Digitized by Google Pudu'nheau Wilson. 287 not be counterfeited, nor can he disguise it or hide it away, nor can it become illegible by the wear and mutations of time. This signa- ture is not his face — age can change that beyond recognition ; it is not his hair, for that can fall out ; it is not his height, for duplicates of that exist ; it is not his form, for duplicates of that exist also, whereas this signature is each man's very own — there is no duplicate of it among the swarming populations of the globe ! [The audience were interested once more.] ** This autograph consists of the delicate lines or corrugations with which Nature marks the insides of the hands and the soles of the feet. If you will look at the balls of your fingers, — you that have very sharp eyesight, — you will observe that these dainty curving lines lie close together, like those that indicate the borders of oceans in maps, and that they form various clearly defined patterns, such as arches, circles, long curves, whorls, etc., and that these pat- terns differ on the different fingers. [Every man in the room had his hand up to the light, now, and his head canted to one side, and b/Coogle 288 Pudd'nhead Wilson. was minutely scrutinizing the balls of his fingers ; there were whispered ejaculations of ** Why, it *s so — I never noticed that before ! "] The patterns on the right hand are not the same as those on the left. [Ejaculations of "Why, that's so, too!"] Taken finger for / "^r finger, your patterns differ from your neigh- bor s. [Comparisons were made all over the house — even the judge and jury were ab- sorbed in this curious work.] The patterns of a twin's rio^ht hand are not the same as those on his left. One twin's patterns are never the same as his fellow-twin's patterns — the jury will find that the patterns upon the finger-balls of the accused follow this rule. [An examination of the twins' hands was be- gun at once.] You have often heard of twins who were so exactly alike that when dressed alike their own parents could not tell them apart. Yet there was never a twin born into this world that did not carry from birth to death a sure identifier in this mysterious and marvelous natal autograph. That once known to you, his fellow-twin could never personate him and deceive you." oogle Pudd'nhead Wilson. 289 Wilson stopped and stood silent. Inatten- tion dies a quick and sure death when a speaker does that. The stillness gives warn- ing that something is coming. All palms and finger-balls went down, now, all slouching forms straightened, all heads came up, all eyes were fastened upon Wilson's face. He waited yet one, two, three moments, to let his pause complete and perfect its spell upon the house ; then, when through the profound hush he could hear the ticking of the clock on the wall, he put out his hand and took the Indian knife by the blade and held it aloft where all could see the sinister spots upon its ivory handle ; then he said, in a level and passion- less voice — ** Upon this haft stands the assassin's natal autograph, written in the blood of that help- less and unoffending old man who loved you and whom you all loved. There is but one man in the whole earth whose hand can dupli- cate that crimson sign," — he paused and raised his eyes to the pendulum swinging back and forth, — ** and please God we will produce 19 Digitized by Google 290 PUDDNHEAD WlLSON. that man in this room before the clock strikes noon ! " Stunned, distraught, unconscious of its own movement, the house half rose, as if expecting to see the murderer appear at the door, and a breeze of muttered ejaculations swept the place. ** Order in the court ! — sit down ! " This from the sheriff. He was obeyed, and quiet reigned again. Wilson stole a glance at Tom, and said to himself, ** He is flying signals of distress, now ; even people who de- spise him are pitying him ; they think this is a hard ordeal for a young fellow who has lost his benefactor by so cruel a stroke — and they are right." He resumed his speech : ** For more than twenty years I have amused my compulsory leisure with collecting these curious physical signatures in this town. At my house I have hundreds upon' hundreds of them. Each and every one is labelled with name and date ; not labelled the next day or even the next hour, but in the very minute that the impression was taken. When I go upon the witness stand I will repeat under oath the things which I am now saying. I Digitized by Google Pudd'niiead Wilson. 291 have the finger-prints of the court, the sheriff, and every member of the jury. There is hardly a person in this room, white or black, whose natal signature I cannot produce, and not one of them can so disguise himself that I cannot pick him out from a multitude of his fellow-creatures and unerringly identify him by his hands. And if he and I should live to be a hundred I could still do it. [The interest of the audience was steadily deepening, now.] *' I have studied some of these signatures so much that I know them as well as the bank cashier knows the autograph of his oldest cus- tomer. While I turn my back now, I beg that several persons will be so good as to pass their fingers through their hair, and then press them upon one of the panes of the win- dow near the jury, and that among them the accused may set their finger-marks. Also, I beg that these experimenters, or others, will set their finger-marks upon another pane, and add again the marks of the accused, but not placing them in the same order or relation to the other signatures as before— for, by one MmMiWi 292 Pudd'nhead Wilson. chance in a millon, a person might happen upon the right marks by pure guess-work once^ therefore I wish to be tested twice." He turned his back, and the two panes were quickly covered with delicately-lined oval spots, but visible only to such persons as could get a dark background for them — the foliage of a tree, outside, for instance. Then, upon call, Wilson went to the window, made his examination, and said — ''This is Count Luigi's right hand ; this one, three signatures below, is his left. Here is Count Angelo's right ; down here is his left. Now for the other pane: here and here are Count Luigi*s, here and here are his brother's." He faced about. *' Am I right?" A deafening explosion of applause was the :j answer. The Bench said — ** This certainly approaches the miraculous ! " Wilson turned to the window again and remarked, pointing with his finger — ** This is the signature of Mr. Justice Rob- inson. [Applause.] This, of Constable Blake. [Applause.] This, of John Mason, juryman. [Applause.] This, of the sheriff. [Applause.] \t^ ^1^ '^ Digitized by Google PUDDNHEAD WiLSON. 293 I Ccinnot name the others, but I have them all at home, named and dated, and could identify them all by my finger-print records." He moved to his place through a storm of applause — which the sheriff stopped, and also made the people sit down, for they were all standing and struggling to see, of course. Court, jury, sheriff, and everybody had been too absorbed in observing Wilson's perform- ance to attend to the audience earlier. " Now, then," said Wilson, ** I have here the natal autographs of two children — thrown up to ten times the natural size by the panto- graph, so that any one who can see at all can tell the markings apart at a glance. We will call the children A and B. Here are A's finger-marks, taken at the age of five months. Here they are again, taken at seven months. [Tom started.] They are alike, you see. Here are B's at five months, and also at seven months. They, too, exactly copy each other, but the patterns are quite different from As, you observe. I shall refer to these again presently, but we will turn them face down, now. 294 Pudd'nhead Wilson. m ** Here, thrown up ten sizes, are the natal autographs of the two persons who are here before you accused of murdering Judge Dris- coll. I made these pantograph copies last night, and will so swear when I go upon the witness stand. I ask the jury to compare them with the finger-marks of the accused upon the window panes, and tell the court if they are the same." He passed a powerful magnifying-glass to the foreman. One juryman after another took the card- board and the glass and made the comparison. Then the foreman said to the judge — '* Your honor, we are all agreed that they are identical." Wilson said to the foreman — ** Please turn that cardboard face down, and take this one, and compare it searchingly, by the magnifier, with the fatal signature upon the knife-handle, and report your finding to the court." Again the jury made minute examinations, and again reported— Digitized by* Pudd'nhead Wilson. 295 ** We find them to be exactly identical, your honor," Wilson turned toward the counsel for the prosecution, and there was a clearly recogniz- able note of warning in his voice when he said — *' May it please the court, the State has •claimed, strenuously and persistently, that the blood-stained finger-prints upon that knife-handle were left there by the assassin of Judge DriscoU. You have heard us grant that claim, and welcome it." He turned to the jury : ** Compare the finger-prints of the accused with the finger-prints left by the as- sassin — and report." The comparison began. As it proceeded, all movement and all sound ceased, and the deep silence of an absorbed and v\ alting sus- pense settled upon the house ; and when at last the words came — ** They do nol even resemble^' a thunder- crash of applause followed and the house sprang to its feet, but was quickly repressed by official force and brought to order again, Tom was altering his position every few min* rh^^^^ f^ ^ '■'S^ ■'■%P> • # i 296 Pudd'nhead Wilson. utes, now, but none of his changes brought repose nor any small trifle of comfort. When the house's attention was become fixed once more, Wilson said gravely, indicating the twins with a gesture — '* These men are innocent — I have no fur- ther concern with them. [Another outbreak of applause began, but was promptly checked.] We will now proceed to find the guilty. [Tom's eyes were starting from their sockets — yes, it was a cruel day for the bereaved youth, everybody thought.] We will return to the infant autographs of A and B. I will ask the jury to take these large pantograph facsimiles of A's marked five months and seven months. Do they tally ?" The foreman responded — '* Perfectly." '* Now examine this pantograph, taken at eight months, and also marked A. Does it tally with the other two ?" The surprised response was — ** No — they differ zvidely f " **You are quite right. Now take these two pantographs of B's autograph, marked IzedbyV^OOgle Pudd'nhead Wilson. 297 five months and seven months. Do they tally with each other ?" " Yes— perfectly." " Take this third pantograph marked B, eight months. Does it tally with B*s other two?" " By no means / " " Do you know how to account for those strange discrepancies ? I will tell you. For a purpose unknown to us, but probably a sel- fish one, somebody changed those children in the cradle." ( This produced a vast sensation, naturally ; Roxana was astonished at this admirable guess, but not disturbed by it. To guess the exchange was one thing, to guess who did it quite another. Pudd'nhead Wilson could do wonderful things, no doubt, but he could n't do impossible ones. Safe ? She was per- fectly safe. She smiled privately. " Between the ages of seven months and eight months those children were changed in the cradle " — he made one of his effect-collect- ing pauses, and added — ** and the person who did It is in this house ! " p Google 298 Pudd'nhead Wilson. s •* Roxy's pulses stood still ! The house was thrilled as with an electric shock, and the peo- ple half rose as if to seek a glimpse of the person who had made that exchange. Tom was growing limp ; the life seemed oozing out of him. Wilson resumed : ''A was put into B's cradle in the nursery; B was transferred to the kitchen and became a negro and a slave, [Sensation — confusion of angry ejaculations] — but within a quarter of an hour he will stand before you white and free ! [Burst of applause, checked by the offi- cers.] From seven months onward until now, A has still been a usurper, and in my finger- record he bears Bs name. Here is his pan- tograph at the age of twelve. Compare it with the assassin's signature upon the knife- handle. Do they tally ? " The foreman answered — ** To the 7ninutest detail ! " Wilson said, solemnly — ** The murderer of your friend and mine — York Driscoll of the generous hand and the kindly spirit — sits in among you. Valet de Chaniliire, negro and slave, — falsel}' called Sooglc t \v ; v:%;s^VS^ ^:.^h:^:> Pudd'nhead Wilson. 299 Thomas k Becket Driscoll, — make upon the window the finger-prints that will hang you !" Tom turned his ashen face imploringly toward the speaker, made some im'potent movements with his white lips, then slid limp and lifeless to the floor. Wilson broke the awed silence with the words — "There is no need. He has confessed." Roxy flung herself upon her knees, covered her face with her hands, and out through her sobs the words struggled — ** De Lord have mercy on me, po' misable sinner dat I is ! " The clock struck twelve. The court rose; the new prisoner, hand- cuffed, was removed. CONCLUSION. It is often the case that the man who can't tell a lie thinks he is the best judge of one. — Pudd'nhead Wilson's Calendar, October 12, the Discoifery. It was wonderful to find America, but it would have been more wonderful to miss it. — Pudd'nhead Wilson's Calendar, The town sat up all night to discuss the amazing events of the day and swap guesses as to when Tom's trial would begin. Troop after troop of citizens came to serenade Wil- son, and require a speech, and shout them- selves hoarse over every sentence that fell from his lips — for all his sentences were golden, now, all were marvelous. His long fight against hard luck and prejudice was ended ; he was a made man for good. And as each of these roaring gangs of en- thusiasts marched away, some remorseful Digitized by Google PUDD*NHEAD WiLSON. 301 member of it was quite sure to raise his voice and say — ** And this is the man the likes of us have called a pudd'nhead for more than twenty years. He has resigned from that position, friends." ** Yes, but it is n't vacant — we Ve elected." The twins were heroes of romance, now, and with rehabilitated reputations. But they were weary of Western adventure, and straightway retired to Europe. Roxy's heart was broken. The young fel- low upon whom she had inflicted twenty-three years of slavery continued the false heirs pension of thirty-five dollars a month to her, but her hurts were too deep for money to heal ; the spirit in her eye was quenched, her martial bearing departed with it, and the voice of her laughter ceased in the land. In her church and its affairs she found her only solace. The real heir suddenly found himself rich and free, but in a most embarrassing situa- tion. He could neither read nor write, and Digitized by Google 302 Pudd'nhead Wilson. his speech was the basest dialect of the ne- gro quarter. His gait, his attitudes, his ges- tures, his bearing, his laugh — all were vulgar and uncouth ; his manners were the manners of a slave. Money and fine clothes could not mend these defects or cover them up ; they only made them the more glaring and the more pathetic. The poor fellow could not endure the terrors of the white man's parlor, and felt at home and at peace nowhere but in LJ^ the kitchen. The family pew was a misery " to him, yet he could nevermore enter into the solacing refuge of the ** nigger gallery" — that was closed to him for good and all. But we cannot follow his curious fate further — that it would be a long story. The false heir made a full confession and was sentenced to imprisonment for life. But now a complication came up. The Percy Driscoll estate was in such a crippled shape when its owner died that it could pay only sixty per cent, of its great indebtedness, and was settled at that rate. But the creditors came forward, now, and complained that inas- much as throii!:i[h an error for which f/tey were Digitized by Google Pudd'nhead Wilson. 303 in no way to blame the false heir was not in- ventoried at that time with the rest of the property, great wrong and loss had thereby been inflicted upon them. They rightly claimed that ** Tom " was lawfully their prop- erty and had been so for eight years ; that they had already lost sufficiently in being de- prived of his services during that long period, and ought not to be required to add anything to that loss ; that if he had been delivered up to them in the first place, they would have sold him and he could not have murdered Judge Driscoll ; therefore it was not he that had really committed the murder, the guilt lay with the erroneous inventory. Every- body saw that there was reason in this. Everybody granted that if ** Tom " were white and free it would be unquestionably right to punish him — it would be no loss to anybody ; but to shut up a valuable slave for life — that was quite another matter. As soon as the Governor understood the case, he pardoned Tom at once, and the creditors sold him down the river. Digitized by Google THOSE EXTRAORDINARY TWINS 20 Digitized by Google Copyright, 1894, by Olivia L. Clemens All Rights Kestrved.) Digitized by Google Digitized by Google J <^-^MArS^^ Digitized by Google THOSE EXTRAORDINARY TWINS. A MAN who is not born with the novel-writing gift has a troublesome time of it when he tries to build a novel. I know this from experience. He has no clear idea of his story ; in fact he has no story. He merely hks some people in his mind, ana an incident or two, also a locality. He knows these people, he knows the selected locality, and he trusts that he can plunge those people into those incident,^ with interesting results. So he goes to work. To write a novel ? No — that is a thought which comes later ; in the beginning he is only proposing to tell tiWf ^^ a little tale ; a very little tale ; a six-page tale. But as it is a tale which he is not acquainted with, and can only find out what it is by listening as it goes along telling itself, it is more than apt to go on and on and on till it spreads itself into a book. I know about this, because it has happened to me so many times. Digitized by Google 3IO Those Extraordinary Twins. And I have noticed another thing : that as the short tale grows into the long tale, the original in- tention (or motif) is apt to get abolished and find itself superseded by a quite different one. It was so in the case of a magazine sketch which I once started to write — a funny and fantastic sketch about a prince and a pauper ; it presently assumed a grave cast of its own accord, and in that new shape spread itself out into a book. Much the same thing hap- pened with ** Pudd'nhead Wilson." I had a suffi- ciently hard time with that tale, because it changed itself from a farce to a tragedy while I was going along with it, — a most embarrassing circumstance. But what was a great deal worse was, that it was not one story, but two stories tangled together ; and they obstructed and interrupted each other at every turn and created no end of confusion and an- Ijnoyance. I could not offer the book for publication, for I was afraid it would unseat the reader's reason, I did not know what was the matter with it, for I had not noticed, as yet, that it was two stories in one. It took me months to make that discovery. I carried the manuscript back and forth across the Atlantic two or three times, and read it and studied over it on shipboard ; and at last I saw where the difliculty lay. I had no further trouble. I pulled one of the stories out by the roots, and left the other one — a kind of literary Caesarean operation. .„*«Sl:?--^. — jitizettiiy i^^gle Those Extraordinary Twins. 3'i Would the reader care to know something about the story which I pulled out? He has been told many a time how the born-and-trained novelist works ; won't he let me round and complete his knowledge by telling him how the jack-leg does it ? Originally the story was called ** Those Extraordi- nary Twins/' I meant to make it very short. I had seen a picture of a youthful Italian *' freak**— or " freaks ** — which was — or which were — on ex- hibition in our cities — a combination consisting of two heads and four arms joined to a single body and a single pair of legs— and I thought I would write an extravagantly fantastic little story with this freak of nature for hero— or heroes— a silly young .^ Miss for heroine, and two old ladies and two boys for the minor parts. I lavishly elaborated these people and their doings, of course. But the tale keptW^ spreading along and spreading along, and other peo- ple got to intruding themselves and taking up more and more room with their talk and their affairs. Among them came a stranger named Pudd'nhead Wilson, and a woman named Roxana ; and presently the doings of these two pushed up into prominence a young fellow named Tom Driscoll, whose proper place was away in the obscure background. Before the book was half finished those three were taking things almost entirely into their own hands and working the whole tale as a private venture of their Digitized by Google 3»2 Those Extraordinary Twins. own — a tale which they had nothing at all to do with, by rights. When the book was finished and I came to look around to see what had become of the team I had originally started out with— Aunt Patsy Cooper, Aunt Betsy Hale, the two boys, and Rowena the light-weight heroine— they were nowhere to be seen ; they had disappeared from the story some time or other. I hunted about and found them — found them stranded, idle, forgotten, and perma- nently useless. It was very awkward. It was awk- ward all around , but more particularly in the case of Rowena, because there was a lovematch on, be- tween her and one of the twins that constituted the freak, and I had worked it up to a blistering heat and thrown in a quite dramatic love-quarrel, wherein Rowena scathingly denounced her betrothed for getting drunk, and scoflfed at his explanation of how it had happened, and wouldn't listen to it, and had driven him from her in the usual "forever" way; ^and now here she sat crying and broken-hearted ; for she had found that he had spoken only the truth ; that it was not he, but the other half of the freak that had drunk the liquor that made him drunk ; that her half was a prohibitionist and had never drunk a drop in his life, and although tight as a brick three days in the week, was wholly innocent of blame ; and indeed, when sober, was constantly ^^^itized by Google Those Extraordinary Twins. 313 doing all he could to reform his brother, the other half, who never got any satisfaction out of drinking, anyway, because liquor never affected him. Yes, here she was, stranded with that deep injustice of hers torturing her poor torn heart. I didn't know what to do with her. I was as sorry for her as anybody could be, but the campaign was over, the book was finished, she was side- tracked, and there was no possible way of crowding her in, anywhere. I could not leave her there, of course ; it would not do. After spreading her out so, and making such a to-do over her affairs, it would be absolutely necessary to account to the reader for her. I thought and thought and studied and studied; but I arrived at nothing. I finally saw plainly that there was really no way but one^I must simply give her the grand bounce. It grieved me to do it, for after associating with her so much I had come to kind of like her after a fashion, notwith- standing she was such an ass and said such stupid, irritating things and was so nauseatingly sentimentaL Still it had to be done. So at the top of Chapter XVII. I put a ** Calendar ** remark concerning July the Fourth, and began the chapter with this statist- tic : ** Rowena went out in the back yard after supper to see the fireworks and fell down the well and got drowned.'* 314 Those Extkaordinary Twins. It seemed abrupt, but I thought maybe the reader wouldn't notice it, because I changed the subject right away to something else. Anyway it loosened up Rowena from where she was stuck and got her out of the way, and that was the main thing. It seemed a prompt good way of weeding out people that had got stalled, and a plenty good enough way for those others ; so I hunted up the two boys and said ** they went out back one night to stone the cat and fell down the well and got drowned.'* Next I searched around and found old Aunt Patsy Cooper 1 — -and Aunt Betsy Hale where they were aground, -and said ** they went out back one night to visit the sick and fell down the well and got drowned." I was going to drown some of the others, but I gave up the idea, partly because I believed that if I kept that up it would arouse attention, and perhaps sym- pathy with those people, and partly because it was fOOt a large well and would not hold any more any- ly. Still the story was unsatisfactory. Here was a set of new characters who were become inordinately prominent and who persisted in remaining so to the end ; and back yonder was an older set who made a large noise and a great to-do for a little while and then suddenly played out utterly and fell down the well. There was a radical defect somewhere, and I must search ft out and cure it. Digitized by Google Those Extraordinary Twins. 31S The defect turned out to be the one already- spoken of — two stories in one, a farce and a tragedy. So I pulled out the farce and left the tragedy. This left the original team in, but only as mere names, not as characters. Their prominence was wholly gone ; they were not even worth drowning ; so I re- moved that detail. Also I took those twins apart and made two separate men of them. They had no occasion to have foreign names now, but it was too much trouble to remove them all through, so I left them christened as they were and made no explana- tion. ^^^^J Digitized by Google Digitized by Google Those Extraordinary Twins. 317 THE SUPPRESSED FARCE. CHAPTER I. The conglomerate twins were brought on the stage in Chapter I. of the original extrav- aganza. Aunt Patsy Cooper has received their letter applying for board and lodging, and Rowena, her daughter, insane with joy, is begging for a hearing of it : " Well, set down then, and be quiet a min- ute and don't fly around so ; it fairly makes me tired to see you. It starts off so : 'Honored Madam — '" " I like that, ma, don't you ? It shows they 're high-bred." " Yes, I noticed that when I first read it. * My brother and I have seen your advertise- Digitized by Google 3^8 Those Extraordinary Twins. ment, by chance, in a copy of your local journal ' " ** It 's so beautiful and smooth, ma — don't you think so ? " " Yes, seems so to me — ' and beg leave to take the room you offer. We are twenty-four years of age, and twins ' " ''Twins! How sweet! I do hope they are handsome, and I just know they are ' Don't you hope they are, ma ? " *' Land, I ain't particular. ' We are Italians by birth '" " It 's so romantic ! Just think — there 's never been one in this town, and everybody will want to see them, and they 're all ours f Think of that!" " — 'but have lived long in the various coun- tries of Europe, and several years in the United States.'" " Oh, just think what wonders they 've seen, ma! Won't it be good to hear them talk ?" " I reckon so ; yes, I reckon so. ' Our nam^s are Luigi and Angelo Capello ' " •' Beautiful, perfectly beautiful ! Not like Jones and Robinson and those horrible names." Digitized by Google Those Extraordinary Twins. 319 *' * You desire but one guest, but dear madam, if you will allow us to pay for two we will not discommode you. We will sleep together in the same bed. We have always been used to this, and prefer it.' And then he goes on to say they will be down Thursday." '* And this is Tuesday — I don't know how I 'm ever going to wait, ma ! The time does drag along so, and I 'm so dying to see them ! Which of them do you reckon is the tallest, ma?" ** How do you s'pose I can tell, child? Mostly they are the same size — twins are." *' Well then, which do you reckon is the best looking?" / ** Goodness knows — I don't." ** I think Angelo is ; it 's the prettiest name, anyway. Don't you think it 's a sweet name, ma?" " Yes, it 's well enough. I VI like both of them better if I knew the way to pronounce them — the Eyetalian way, I mean, Tlic Missouri way and the Eyetalian way is different I judge." '* Maybe — yes. It 's Luigi that writr*^ the eDdgl^ 320 Those ExtraordIxNary Twins. ■r 4 letter. What do you reckon is the reason Angelo did n't write it ? '' " Why, how can I tell ? What 's the differ- ence who writes it, so long as it 's done ? " ** Oh, I hope it was n't because he is sick ? You don't think he- is sick, do you, ma ?" " Sick your granny ; what 's to make him sick?" " Oh, there 's never any telling. These foreigners with that kind of names are so delicate, and of course that kind of names are ^> not suited to our climate — you would n't ex- pect it." [And so-on and so-on, no end. The time drags along; Thursday comes ; the boat arrives in a pouring storm toward midnight.] rir 'f' At last there was a knock at the door and the anxious family jumped to open it. Two negro men entered, each carrying a trunk, and proceeded up-stairs toward the guest-room. Then followed a stupefying apparition — a double-headed human creature with four arms, one body, and a single pair of legs ! It — or they, as you please — bowed with Digitized by Google Those Extraordinary Twins. 321 elaborate foreign formality, but the Coopers could not respond immediately ; they were paralyzed. At this moment there came from the rear of the group a fervent ejaculation — *' My Ian * ! " — followed by a crash of crockery, and the slave-wench Nancy stood pertified and staring, with a tray of wrecked tea-things at her feet. The incident broke the spell, and brought the family to consciousness. The beautiful heads of the new-comer bowed again, and one of them said with easy grace and dignity : '* I crave the honor, madam and miss, to introduce to you my brother. Count Luigi Capello," (the other head bowed) "and my- self — Count Angelo ; and at the same time offer sincere apologies for the lateness of our coming, which was unavoidable," and both heads bowed again. The poor old lady was in a whirl of amaze- ment and confusion, but she managed to stam- mer out : " Tm sure V m glad to make your acquaint- ance, sir — I mean, gentlemen. As for the delay, it is nothing, don't mention it. This 21 Google ^i 322 Those Extraordinary Twins. is my daughter Rowena, sir — gentlemen. Please step into the parlor and sit down and have a bite and sup ; you are dreadful wet and must be uncomfortable — both of you, I mean." But to the old lady's relief they courteously excused themselves, saying it would be wrong to keep the family out of their beds longer ; then each head bowed in turn and uttered a friendly good-night, and the singular figure moved away in the wake of Rowena s small brothers, who bore candles, and disappeared up the stairs. The widow tottered into the parlor and sank into a chair with a gasp, and Rowena followed, tongue-tied and dazed. The two sat silent in the throbbing summer heat uncon- scious of the million-voiced music of the mos- quitoes, unconscious of the roaring gale, the lashing and thrashing of the rain along the win- dows and the roof, the white glare of the light- ning, the tumultuous booming and bellowing of the thunder ; conscious of nothing but that pro- ^ ^"^j digy, that uncanny apparition that had come ^ ^ and gone so suddenly — that weird strange thing ■* "* "* r < :!f '^iz'ed by Google Those Extraordinary Twins. 323 that was so soft-spoken and so gentle of man- ner and yet had shaken them up like an earth- quake with the shock of its gruesome aspect. At last a cold little shudder quivered along down the widow's meager frame and she said in a weak voice : '* Ugh, it was awful — ^just the mere look of that phillipene !" Rowena did not answer. Her faculties were still caked, she had not yet found her voice. Presently the widow said, a little resentfully : ** Always been used to sleeping together — in fact, prefer it. And I was thinking it was to accommodate me. I thought it was very good of them, whereas a person situated as that young man is " •' Ma, you ought n't to begin by getting up a prejudice against him. I'm sure he is good- hearted and means well. Both of his faces show it." ** I'm not so certain about that. The on the left — I mean the one on its left^ — has near as good a face, in my opinion, as its ^ brother." " That's Luigi." ,s n't #r ^'^ I Digitized by Google 324 Those Extraordinary Twins. " Yes, Luigi ; anyway it 's the dark-skinned one ; the one that was west of his brother when they stood in the door. Up to all kinds of. mischief and disobedience when he was a boy, I '11 be bound. I lay his mother had trouble to lay her hand on him when she wanted him. But the one on the right is as good as gold, I can see that." '* That 's Angelo." ** Yes, Angelo, I reckon, though I can't tell t' other from which by their names, yet awhile. But it 's the right-hand one — the blonde one. He has such kind blue eyes, and curly cop- per hair and fresh complexion " '* And such a noble face !— oh, it is a noble face, ma, just royal, you may say ! And beautiful — deary me, how beautiful ! But both are that ; the dark one 's as beautiful as a picture. There 's no such wonderful faces and handsome heads in this town — none that even begin. And such hands — especially Angelo's — so shapely and " ** Stuff, how could you tell which they be- longed to ? — they had gloves on." Digitized by Google Those Extraordinary Twins. 325 ' Why, did n't I see them take off their hats?" "That don't signify. They might have taken off each other's hats. Nobody could tell. There was just k wormy squirming of arms in the air — seemed to be a couple of dozen of them, all writhing at once, and it just made me dizzy to see them go." *• Why, ma, 1 had n't any difficulty. There 's two arms on each shoulder " " There, now. One arm on each shoulder belongs to each of the creatures, don't it ? For a person to have two arms on one shoulder would n't do him any good, would it? Of course not. Each has an arm on each shoulder. Now then, you tell me which of them belongs to which, if you can. They don't know, themselves — they just work which- ever arm comes handy. Of course they do • n| especially if they are in a hurry and can't stop to think which belongs to which." The mother seemed to have the rights of the argument, so the daughter abandoned the f,, struggle. Presently the widow rose with a\jlj yawn and said : L^^^' Digitized by 326 Those Extraordinary Twins. " Poor thing, I hope it won't catch cold ; it was powerful wet, just drenched, you may say. I hope it has left lis boots outside, so they can be dried." Then she gave a little start, and looked perplexed. " Now I remember I heard one of them ask Joe to call him at half after seven — I think it was the one on the left — no, it was the one to the east of the other one — but I did n't hear the other one say ^anything. I wonder if he wants to be called too. Do you reckon it 's too late to ask ? *' ** Why, ma, it *s not necessary. Calling one is calling both. If one gets up, the other's ^(t?/ to." " Sho, of course ; I never thought of that. Well, come along, maybe we can get some sleep, but I don't know, I 'm so shook up with what we Ve been through.'' The stranger had made an impression on the boys, too. They had a word of talk as they were getting to bed. Henry, the gentle, the humane, said : '• I feel ever so sorry for it, don't you, Joe ? " But Joe was a boy of this world, active, enterprising, and had a theatrical side to him : Digitized by Google Those Extraordinary Twins. 327 " Sorry ? Why, how you talk ! It can't stir a step without attracting attention. It 's just grand !" Henry said, reproachfully : " Instead of pitying it, Joe, you talk as if " " Talk as if what ? I know one thing mighty certain : if you can fix me so I can eat for two and only have to stub toes for one, I ain't going to fool away no such chance just for sentiment." The twins were wet and tired, and they pro- ceeded to undress without any preliminary remarks. The abundance of sleeves made the partnership-coat hard to get off, for it was like skinning a tarantula ; but it came at last, after much tugging and perspiring. The mutual vest followed. Then the brothers stood up before the glass, and each took off his own cravat and collar. The collars were of the standing kind, and came high up under the ears, like the sides of a wheelbarrow, as required by the fashion of the day. The cravats were as broad as a bank bill, with fringed ends which stood far out to right and Digitized by Google 328 Those ExtraordIxNary Twins. left like the wings of a dragon-fly, and this also was strictly in accordance with the fash- ion of the time. Each cravat, as to color, was in perfect taste, so far as its owners com- plexion was concerned — a delicate pink, in the case of the blonde brother, a violent , 5 ^ scarlet in the case of the brunette — but as a \™**^''KV combination they broke all the laws of taste known to civilization. Nothing more fiendish and irreconcilable than those shrieking and blaspheming colors could have been contrived. The wet boots gave no end of trouble — to Luigi. When they were off at last, Angelo said, with bitterness : ** I wish you would n't wear such tight boots, they hurt my feet." Luigi answered with indifference : ** My friend, when I am in command of our body, I choose my apparel according to my own convenience, as I have remarked more than several times already. When you are in command, I beg you will do as you please." Angelo was hurt, and the tears came into his eyes. There was gentle reproach in his voice, but not anger, when he replied : Digitized by Google Those Extraordinary Twins. 329 *• Luigi, I often consult your wishes, but you never consult mine. When I am in com- mand I treat you as a guest ; I try to make you feel at home ; when you are in command you treat me as an intruder, you make me feel unwelcome. It embarrasses me cruelly in company, for I can see that people notice it and comment on it." "Oh, damn the people," responded the brother languidly, and with the air of one who is tired of the subject. A slight shudder shook the frame of Angelo, but he said nothing and the conversation ceased. Each buttoned his own share of the night-shirt in silence ; then Lulgi, with Paine's " Age of Reason " in his hand, cat down in one chair and put his feet in another and lit his pipe, while Angelo took his ** Whole Duty of Man," and both began to read. Angelo presently began to cough ; his cough- ing increased and became mixed with gaspings for breath, and he was finally obliged to make an appeal to his brother's humanity : " Luigi, if you would only smoke a little milder tobacco, I am sure I could learn not to Digitized by 330 Those Extraordinary Twins. mind it in time, but this is so strong, and the pipe is so rank that " ** Angelo, I would n't be such a baby ! I have learned to smoke in a week, and the trouble is already over with me ; if you would try, you could learn too, and then you would stop spoiling my comfort with your everlasting complaints." •' Ah, brother, that is a strong word — ever- lasting — and isn't quite fair. 1 only complaiu H ^1 when I suffocate ; you know I don't complain ^ g- when we are in the open air." r^^ ** Well, anyway, you could learn to smoke yourself." " But my principles, Luigi, you forget my principles. You would not have me do a 7 thing which I regard as a sin ?" A -Oh, bosh!" The conversation ceased again, for Angelo "was sick and discouraged and strangling ; but after some time he closed his book and asked Luigi to sing " From Greenland's Icy Moun- tains" with him, but he would not, and when he tried to sina by himself Luigi did his best to drown his plaintive tenor with a rude an^ ^^ Digitized by Google Those Extraordinary Twins. 331 rollicking song delivered in a thundering bass. After the singing there was silence, and neither brother was happy. Before blowing the light out Luigi swallowed half a tumbler of whiskey, and Angelo, whose sensitive or- ganization could not endure intoxicants of any kind, took a pill to keep it from giving him the headache. Digitized by Google CHAPTER II. The family sat in the breakfast-room wait- ing for the twins to come down. The widow was quiet, the daughter was all alive with happy excitement. She said : '* Ah, they *re a boon, ma, just a boon ! don't you think so ?" ** Laws, I hope so, I don't know." " Why, ma, yes you do. They Ve so fine and handsome, and high-bred and polite, so every way superior to our gawks here in this village ; why, they '11 make life different from what it was — so humdrum and commonplace, you know — oh, you may be sure they *re full of accomplishments, and knowledge of the world, and all that, that will be an immense advantage to society here. Don't you think so, ma?" ** Mercy on me, how should I know, and :n Digitized by Google Those Extraordinary Twins. 333 I Ve hardly set eyes on them yet.** After a pause she added, ''They made considerable noise after they went up.** '* Noise? Why, ma, they were singing! And it was beautiful, too." ** Oh, it was well enough, but too mixed-up, seemed to me." " Now, ma, honor bright, did you ever hear * Greenland's Icy Mountains ' sung sweeter — now did you ?" ** If it had been sung by itself, it would have been uncommon sweet, I don't deny it ; but what they wanted to mix it up with * Old Bob Ridley ' for, I can't make out. Why, they don't go together, at all. They are not of the ^^ same nature. * Bob Ridley ' is a common rackety slam-bang secular song, one of the rippingest and rantingest and noisiest there is. I am no judge of music, and I don't claim it, but in my opinion nobody can make those two songs go together right." " Why, ma, I thought " ** It don't make any difference what you thought, it can't be done. They tried it, and to my mind it was a failure. I never heard 334 Those Extraordinary Twins. such a crazy uproar ; seemed to me, sometimes^ the roof would come off ; and as for the cats — well, I Ve lived a many a year, and seen cats aggravated in more ways than one, but r ve never seen cats take on the way they took on last night." " Well, I don't think that that goes for any- thing, ma, because it is the nature of cats that any sound that is unusual " ** Unusual ! You may well call it so. Now if they are going to sing duets every night, I do hope they will both sing the same tune at the same time, for in my opinion a duet that is made up of two different tunes is a mistake ; especially when the tunes ain't any kin to one another, that way/' '* But, ma, I think it must be a foreign cus- tom ; atul it must be ri^ht too, and the best way, because they have had every opportunity to know what is right, and it don't stand to reason that witli their education they would doanythin;^ but what the highest musical au- thorities have sanctioned You can't help ■^ but admit that, ma/' The argument was formidably strong ; Digitized by Google Those Extraordinary Twins. 335 the old lady could not find any way around it ; so, after thinking it over a while she gave in with a sigh of discontent, and admitted that the daughter s position was probably correct. Being vanquished, she had no mind to continue the topic at that disadvantage, and was about to seek a change when a change came of itself. A footstep was heard on the stairs, and she said : ** There — he 's coming !" " They, ma — you ought to say they — it 's nearer right." The new lodger, rather shoutingly dressed but looking superbly handsome, stepped with courtly carriage into the trim little breakfast- room and put out all his cordial arms at once, like one of those pocket-knives with a multi- plicity of blades, and shook hands with the whole family simultaneously. He was so easy and pleasant and hearty that all embarrassment presently thawed away and disappeared, and a cheery feeling of friendliness and comrade- ship took its place. He — or preferably they — were asked to occupy the seat of lion or at the foot of the table. They consented with Google 336 Those Extraordinary Twins. thanks, and carved the beefsteak with one set of their hands while they distributed it at the same time with the other set. " Will you have coffee, gentlemen, or tea ? " *• Coffee for Luigi, if you please, madam, tea for me." *' Cream and sugar ? ** ** For me, yes, madam ; Luigi takes his coffee black. Our natures differ a good deal from each other, and our tastes also." The first time the negro girl Nancy ap- peared in the door and saw the two heads turned in opposite directions and both talking at once, then saw the commingling arms feed potatoes into one mouth and coffee into the other at the same time, she had to pause and pull herself out of a faintness that came over her ; but after that she held her grip and was able to wait on the table with fair cour- age. Conversation fell naturally into the custom- ary grooves. It was a little jerky, at first, be* cause none of the family could get smoothly through a sentence without a wobble in it here and a break there, caused by some new Digitized by Google Those Extraordinary Twins. 337 surprise in the way of attitude or gesture on the part of the twins. The weather suffered the most. The weather was all finished up and disposed of, as a subject, before the sim- ple Missourians had gotten sufficiently wonted to the spectacle of one body feeding two heads to feel composed and reconciled in the presence of so bizarre a miracle. And even after everybody's mind became tranquilized 4:here was still one slight distraction left : the hand that picked up a biscuit carried it to the wrong head, as often as any other way, and the wrong mouth devoured it. This was a puzzling thing, and marred the talk a little. It bothered the widow to such a degree that she presently dropped out of the conversation without knowing it, and fell to watching and guessing and talking to herself : '* Now that hand is going to take that coffee to — no, it 's gone to the other mouth ; I can't understand it ; and now, here is the dark complected hand with a potato on its fork, ril see what goes with it — there, the light complected head 's got it, as sure as I live ! " Finally Rowena said : 22 oogle 338 Those Extraordinary Twins. ^■A]) ll *' Ma, what is the matter with you ? Are you dreaming about something ? " The old lady came to herself and blushed ; then she explained with the first random thing that came into her mind : ** I saw Mr. An- gelo take up Mr. Luigi's coffee, and I thought maybe he — sha' n't I give jyou a cup, Mr. An- gelo ? " ** Oh no, madam, I am very much obliged,, but I never drink coffee, much as I would like to. You did see me take up Luigi's cup, it is true, but if you noticed, I didn't carry it to- my mouth, but to his." '* Y — es, I thought you did. Did you meaa to ? " -How?" The widow was a little embarrassed again. She said : ** I don't know but what I'm foolish, and you must n't mind ; but you see, he got the coffee I was expecting to see you drink, and you got a potato that I thought he was going to gtjt. So I thought it might be a mis- take all around, and everybody getting what was n*t intended for hinv" Digitized by Google Those Extraordinary Twins. 339 Both twins laughed and Luigi said : " Dear madam, there was n't any mistake. We are always helping each other that way. It is a great economy for us both ; it saves time and labor. We have a system of signs which nobody can notice 'or understand but ourselves. If 1 am using both my hands and want some cofifee, I make the sign and Angelo furnishes it to me ; and you saw that when he ^' needed a potato I delivered it." " How convenient !" ** Yes, and often of the extremest value. Take the Mississippi boats, for instance. They are always over-crowded. There is table-room for only half of the passengers, therefore they have to set a second table for the second half. The stewards rush both parties, they give them no time to eat a satisfying meal, both divisions leave the table hungry. It is n't so with us. Angelo books himself for the one table, I book myself for the other. Neither of us eats anything at the other's table, but just simply works — works. Thus, you see there are four hands to feed Angelo, and the JlSrf Digitized by Google 340 Those Extraordinary Twins. same four to feed me. Each of us eats two meals." The old lady was dazed with admiration, and kept saying, '* It is /^rfectly wonderful, perfectly wonderful !" and the boy Joe licked his chops enviously, but said nothing — at least aloud. " Yes," continued Luigi, " our construction may have its disadvantages — in fact, has — but it also has its compensations, of one sort and another. Take travel, for instance. Travel is enormously expensive, in all countries ; we have been obliged to do a vast deal of it — come Angelo, don't put any more sugar in your tea, I 'm just over one indigestion and don't want another right away — been obliged to do a deal of It, as I was saying. Well, we always travel as one person, since we occupy but one seat ; so we save half the fare." *' How romantic ! " interjected Rowena, with effusion. '* Yes, my dear young lady, and how practi- cal too, and economical' In Europe, beds in the hotels are not charged with the board, but separately — another saving, for we stood to Digitized by Google Those Extkaokdinary Twins. 341 our rights and paid for the one bed only. The landlords often insisted that as both of us oc- cupied the bed we ought " •*No, they didn't," said Angelo. ** They did it only twice, and in both cases it was a double bed — a rare thing in Europe — and the double bed gave tliem some excuse. Be fair to the landlords ; twice does n't constitute 'often.' " " Well, that depends — that depends. I knew a man who fell down a well twice. He said he did n't mind the first time, but he thought the second time was once too often. Have I misused that word, Mrs. Cooper?" '* To tell the truth, I was afraid you had, but it seems to look, now, like you had n't." She stopped, and was evidently struggling with the difficult problem a moment, then she added in the tone of one who is convinced without being converted, " It seems so, but I can't somehow tell why." Rowena thought Luigi's retort was wonder- fully quick and bright, and she remarked to herself with satisfaction that there was n't any young native of Dawson's Landing that could have risen to the occasion like that. Luisfi 342 Those Extraordinary Twins. detected the applause in her face, and ex- pressed his pleasure and his thanks with his eyes ; and so eloquently withal, that the girl was proud and pleased, and hung out the deli- cate sign of it on her cheeks. Luigi went on, with animation : " Both of us get a bath for one ticket, theater seat for one ticket, pew-rent is on the same basis, but at peep-shows we pay double." **We have much to be thankful for," said Angelo, impressively, with a reverent light in his eye and a reminiscent tone in his voice, ** we have been greatly blessed. As a rule, what one of us has lacked, the other, by the bounty of Providence, has been able to supply. My brother is hardy, I am not; he is very masculine, assertive, aggressive ; I am much less so. I am subject to illness, he is never ill. I cannot abide medicines, and cannot take them, but he has no prejudice against them, and " " Why, goodness gracious," interrupted the widow, " when you are sick, does he take the medicine for you ?" "Always, madam.'' Digitized by Google Those Extraordinary Twins. 343 '* Why, I never heard such a thing in my life ! I think it 's beautiful of you." '* Oh, madam, it 's nothing, don't mention it, it 'f really nothing at all." ** But I say it 's beautiful, and I stick to it !" cried the widow, with a speaking moisture in her eye. '* A well brother to take the medi- cine for his poor sick brother — I wish I had such a son," and she glanced reproachfully at her boys. '* I declare I '11 never rest till I 've shook you by the hand," and she scrambled out of her chair in a fever of generous enthu- siasm, and made for the twins, blind with her tears, and began to shake. The boy Joe cor- rected her : "You Ve shaking the wrong one, ma." This flurried her, but she made a swift change and went on shaking. *• Got the wrong one again ma," said the boy. '• Oh, shut up, can't you ! " said the widow, embarrassed and irrjtated. "Give me a// your hands, I want to shake them all ; for I know you are both just as good as you can be." 344 Those Extraordinary Twins. '-'! It was a victorious thought, a master-stroke of diplomacy, though, that never occurred to her and she cared nothing for diplomacy. She shook the four hands in turn cordially, ^nd went back to her place in a state of high and fine exaltation that made her look young and handsome. " Indeed I owe everything to Luigi," said Angelo, affectionately. ** But for him I could not have survived our boyhood days, when we were friendless and poor — ah, so poor ! We lived from hand to mouth — lived on the coarse fare of unwilling charity, and for weeks and [weeks together not a morsel of food passed my lips, for its character revolted me and I could not eat it. But for Luigi I should have died. He ate for us both." " How noble ! " sighed Rowena. " Do you hear that ? " said the widow, se- verely, to her boys. '* Let it be an example to you — I mean you, Joe." Joe gave his head a barely perceptible disparaging toss and said: ** Et for both. It ain't anything — I *d a done it." '* Hush, if you have n*t got any better man- Digitized by Google Those Extraordinary Twins. 34S ners than that. You don't see the point at all. It was n't good food." *' I don't care — it was food, and I 'd 'a et it if ityvas rotten." *• Shame ! Such language ! Can't you under- stand ? They were starving — actually starving — and he ate for both, and " " Shucks ! you gimme a chance and I'll — " " There, now — close your head ! and don't you open it again till you 're asked." [Angelo goes on and tells how his parents the Count and Countess had to fly from Florence for political reasons, and died poor in Berlin bereft of their great property by confiscation ; and how he and Luigi had to travel with a freak-show during two years and suffer semi-starvation.] ** That hateful black-bread ! but I seldom ate anything during that time ; that was poor Luigi's affair " '* I '11 never Mister him again !" cried the widow, with strong emotion, ** he 's Luigi to me, from this out ! " " Thank you a thousand times, madam, a thousand times! thougli in truth I don't deserve it." | ''Ah, Luigi is always the fortunate onel^ li sn ,^ \ Digitized by VjOO 346 Those Extraordinary Twins. when honors are showering," said Angelo, plaintively, '* now what have I done, Mrs. Cooper, that you leave me out? Come, you must strain a point in my favor." " Call you Angelo ? Why, certainly I will ; what are you thinking of! In the case of twins, why " " But, ma, you 're breaking up the story — do let him go on." "You keep still, Rowena Cooper, and he can go on all the better, I reckon. One interruption don't hurt, it's two that makes the trouble." ** But you 've added one, now, and that is three." "Rowena! I will not allow you to talk back at me when you have got nothing rational to say." Digitized by Google CHAPTER III. [After breakfast the whole village crowded in, and there ^vas a grand reception in honor of the twins ; and at the close of it the gifted " freak " captured everybody's admi- ration by sitting down at the piano and knocking out a -classic four-handed piece in great style. Then the Judge took it — or them — driving in his buggy and showed off :his village.] All along the streets the people crowded the windows and stared at the amazing twins. Troops of small boys flocked after the buggy, -excited and yelling. At first the dogs showed no interest. They thought they merely saw three men in a buggy — a matter of no conse- -quence ; but when they found out the facts of the case, they altered their opinion pretty radically, and joined the boys, expressing their minds as they came. Otlier dogs got inter- ested ; indeed all the dogs. It was a spirited sight to see them come leaping fences, tearing around corners, swarming out of every by- 347 '' -.f: ^f% MM^i W 348 Those Extraordinary Twins. .^1 * Street and alley. The noise they made was something beyond belief — or praise. They did not seem to be moved by malice but only by prejudice, the common human prejudice against lack of conformity. If the twins turned their heads, they broke and fled in every direction, but stopped at a safe distance and faced about ; and then formed and came on again as soon as the strangers showed them their back. Negroes and farmers* wives took to the woods when the buggy came upon them suddenly, and altogether the drive was pleasant and animated, and a refreshment all around. [It was a long and lively drive. Angelo was a Meth- :;0«, tk r>^^f H odist, Luigi was a Freethinker. The Judge was very ^ proud of his Freethinker Society, which was flourishing along in a most prosperous way and already had twc members — himself and the obscure and neglected Pudd'n- head Wilson. It was to meet that evening, and he invited Luigi to join ; a thing which Luigi was glad to do, partly because it would please himself, and partly be- cause it would gravel Angelo. ] They had now arrived at the widow's gate,, and the excursion was ended. The twins po- litely expressed their obligations for the pleas- ■mm If 1 1 i*^ /^ Digitized by Google Those Extraordinary Twins. 349 ant outing which had been afforded them; to which the Judge bowed his thanks, and then said he would now go and arrange for the Freethinkers' meeting, and would call for Count Luigi in the evening. ** For you also, dear sir," he added hastily turning to Angelo and bowing. ** In address ing myself particularly to your brother, I was not meaning to leave you out. It was an unin- tentional rudeness, I assure you, and due wholly to accident — accident and preoccupa- tion. I beg you to forgive me." His quick eye had seen the sensitive blood mount into Angelo's face, betraying the wound that had been inflicted. The stinor of the slight had gone deep, but the apology was so prompt, and so evidently sincere, that the hurt was almost immediately healed, and a forgiving smile testified to the kindly Judge that all was well again. Concealed behind Angelo's modest and un- assuming exterior, and unsuspected by any but his intimates, was a lofty pride, a pride of almost abnormal proportions indeed, and this rendered him ever the prey of slights; and Digitized by Google 350 Those Extraordinary Twins. although they were almost always imaginary ones, they hurt none the less on that account. By ill fortune Judge Driscoll had happened to touch his sorest point, i, e., his conviction that his brother's presence was welcomer every- where than his own ; that he was often invited, out of mere courtesy, where only his brother was wanted, and that in a majority of cases he would not be included in an invitation if he could be left out without offence. A sensitive nature like this is necessarily subject to moods ; 4noods which traverse the whole gamut^of feel- ing ; moods which know all the climes of emotion, from the sunny heights of joy to the black abysses of despair. At times, in his seasons of deepest depression, Angelo almost wished that he and his brother might become segregated from each other and be separate individuals, like other men. But of course as soon as his mind cleared and these diseased imaginings passed away, he shuddered at the repulsive thought, and earnestly prayed that be separate, awkward it would What would he da O^ %^^^^^ seem; how unendurable. / Those Extraordinary Twins. 351 with his hands, his arms ? How would his legs feel ? How odd, and strange, and gro- tesque every action, attitude, movement, gest- ure would be. To sleep by himself, eat by himself, walk by himself — how lonely, how unspeakably lonely ! No, no, any fate but that. In every way and from every point, the idea was revolting. This was of course natural ; to have felt otherwise would have been unnatural. He had known no life but a combined one; he had been familiar with it from his birth ; he was not able to conceive of any other as be- ing agreeable, or even bearable. To him, in „ the privacy of his secret thoughts, all other (( M men were monsters, deformities ; and during \^ three-fourths of his life their aspect had filled him with what promised to be an unconquer- able aversion. But at eighteen his eye be- gan to take note of female beauty ; and little by little, undefined longings grew up in his heart, under whose softening influences the old stubborn aversion gradually diminished, and finally disappeared. Men were still monstros- ities to him, still deformities, and in his sober moments he had no desire to be like them, jffS^^^k Google 352 Those Extraordinary Twins. 1.- 'yy but their strange and unsocial and uncanny construction was no longer offensive to him. This had been a hard day for him, physi- cally and mentally. He had been called in the morning before he had quite slept off the effects of the liquor which Luigi had drunk; and so, for the first half hour had had the seedy feeling, and languor, the brooding depression, the cobwebby mouth and druggy taste that come of dissipation and are so ill a prepara- tion for bodily or intellectual activities ; the long violent strain of the reception had fol- lowed ; and this had been followed, in turn, by the dreary sight-seeing, the Judge's weary- ing explanations and laudations of the sights, and the stupefying clamor of the dogs. As a congrous conclusion, a fitting end, his feel- ings had been hurt, a slight had been put upon him. He would have been glad to forego dinner and betake himself to rest and sleep, but he held his peace and said no word, for he knew his brother, Luigi, was fresh, unweary, full of life, spirit, energy ; he would have scoffed at the idea of wasting valuable time on a bed or a sofa, and would have re- fused [icrniission. ^r:^y>^' ^^^ Digitized by Google wrf/^ CHAPTER IV. RowENA was dining out, Joe and Harry were belated at play, there were but three chairs and four persons that noon at the home dinner-table — the twins, the widow, and her chum, Aunt^ Betsey Hale. The widow soon perceived that Angelo's spirits were as low as Luigi's were high, and also that he had a jaded look. Her motherly solicitude was aroused, and she tried to get him interested in the talk and win him to a happier frame of mind, but the cloud of sadness remained on his countenance. Luigi lent his help, too. He used a form and a phrase which he was always accustomed to employ in these circum- stances. He gave his brother an affectionate slap on the shoulder and said, encouragingly : '* Cheer up, the worst is yet to come ! "* 23 f / Digitized by Google 354 Those Extraordinary Twins. But this did no good. It never did. If anything it made the matter worse, as a rule, because it irritated Angelo. This made it a favorite with Luigi. By and by the widow said : "Angelo, you are tired, you Ve overdone yourself ; you go right to bed, after dinner, and get a good nap and a rest, then you '11 be all right." •' Indeed I would give anything if I could do that, madam." " And what 's to hender, I 'd like to know ? Land, the room 's yours to do what you please with ! The idea that you can't do what you like with your own ! " ** But you see, there 's one prime essential — an essential of the very first importance — which is n't my own." -What is that?" " My body." The old ladies looked puzzled, and Aunt Betsy Hale said : •* Why bless your heart, how is that ?" •• It 's my brother's." *'Yoiir brothers! I don't quite under- Digitized by Google Those Extraordinary Twins. 355 stand. I supposed it belonged to both of you." " So It does. But not to both at the same time." " That is mighty curious ; I don't see how ^ it can be. I should n't think it could be man aged that way." ** Oh, it *s a good enough arrangement, and .# goes very well ; in fact it would n't do to have it otherwise. I find that the teetotalers and the anti-teetotalers hire the use of the same hall for their meetings. Both parties don't use it at the same time, do they ? " '* You bet they don't 1" said both old ladies in a breath. " And moreover," said Aunt Betsy, ** the Freethinkers and the Baptist Bible-class use the same room over the Market-house, but you can take my word for it they don't mush up together and use it at the same time." " Very well," said Angelo, " you under- stand it now. And it stands to reason that the arrangement could n't be improved. I '11 prove it to you. If our legs tried to obey two wills, how could we ever get anywhere? 356 Those Extraordinary Twins. I would start one way, Luigi would start another, at the same moment — the result would be a standstill, would n't it ? " *' As sure as you are born ! Now ain't that wonderful ! A body would never have thought of it." ** We should always be arguing and fussing and disputing over the merest trifles. We should lose worlds of time, for we could n't go down-stairs or up, could n't go to bed, could n't rise, could n't wash, could n't dress, could n't stand up, could n't sit down, could n't even cross our legs, without calling a meeting first and explaining the case and passing resolutions, and getting consent. It would n't ever do— now would it ?" '* Do ? Why, it would wear a person out in a week ! Did you ever hear anything like it. Patsy Cooper ? " ** Oh, you '11 find there 's more than one thing about them that ain't commonplace,'* said the widow, with the complacent air of a person with a property-right in a novelty that is under admiring scrutiny. '* Well now, how ever do you manage it ? I don't mind saying I 'm suffering to know." Digitized by Google Those Extraordinary Twins. 357 " He who made us," said Angelo reverently, *' and with us this difficulty, also provided a way out of it By a mysterious law of our being, each of us has utter and indisputable command of our body a week at a time, turn and turn about." " Well, I never ! Now ain't that beautiful !" "Yes, it is beautiful and infinitely wise and just. The week ends every Saturday at mid- night to the minute, to the second, to the last shade of a fraction of a second, infallibly, unerringly, and in that instant the one brotht^r s power over the body vanishes and the othcir brother takes possession, asleep or awake." ** How marvelous are His ways, and pasif' finding out ! " Luigi said : *'So exactly to the instant docs -^{jf^ J^^'^-* the change come, that during our stay in ^^ many of the great cities of the world, the public clocks were regulated by it ; and as hundreds of thousands of private clocks and watches were set and corrected in accordancL: with the public clocks, we really furnished the standard time for the entire city." "Don't tell me that He don't do m ^^^ SflORMY ttf^fr in' < Digitized by Google 358 Those Extraordinary Twins. ^3^i/ anymore! Blowing down the walls of Jer- icho with rams' horns wa n't as difficult, in my opinion." " And that is not all," said Angelo. " A thing that is even more marvelous, perhaps, is the fact that the change takes note of long- itude and fits itself to the meridian we are on. Luigi is in command this week. Now, if on Saturday night at a moment before midnight we could fly in an instant to a point fifteen degrees west of here, he would hold possession of the power another hour, for the change observes local time and no other." Betsy Hale was deeply impressed, and said _j,ijjii .F^ with solemnity :" .^^f4 4 *v' ^^ " Patsy Cooper, for ^tail it lays over the '^ ^ * ''^.Passage of the R.d Sea." Now, I should n't go as far as that," said int Patsy, " but if you *ve a mind to say Sodom and Gomorrah, I am with you, Betsy Hale." '* I am agreeable, then, though I do think I was right, and I believe Parson Maltby would 1 say the same. Well now, there 's another thinjQT, Suppose one of you wants to borrow W^ Digitized by Google Those Extraordinary Twins. 359 the legs a minute from the one that 's got them, could he let him?'* *' Yes, but we hardly ever do that. There were disagreeable results, several times, and so we very seldom ask or grant the privilege, nowdays, and we never even think of such a thing unless the case is extremely urgent. Besides, a week's possession at a time seems so little that we can't bear to spare a minute of it. People who have the use of their legs |/"^|| all the time never think of what a blessing it j] |l. is, of course, it never occurs to them; it s I just their natural ordinary condition, and so it ^^ does not excite them at all. But when I wake up, on Sunday morning, and it 's my week and I feel the power all through me, oh, such a wave of exultation and thanksgiving goes surging over me, and I want to shout * I can walk ! I can walk ! * Madam, do you ever, at your uprising want to shout ' I can walk! I can walk' ?" '* No, you poor unfortunate cretur \ but I '11 ^f^ never get out of my bed again w^ithout doin. it ! Laws, to think I Ve had this unspeaka- ble blessing all my long life and never had 36o Those Extraordinary Twins. the grace to thank the good Lord that gavt it to me ! " Tears stood in the eyes of both the old ladies and the widow said, softly : •'Betsy Hale, we have learned something, you and me." The conversation now drifted wide, but by and by floated back once more to that admired detail, the rigid and beautiful impartiality with which the possession of power had been distributed between the twins. Aunt Betsy saw in it a far finer justice than human law exhibits in related cases. She said: •*In my opinion it ain't right now, and never has been right, the way a twin born a quarter of a minute sooner than the other one gets all the land an^ grandeurs and nobilities in the old countries and his brother has to go bare and be a nobody. Which of you was born first ? " Angelo*s head was resting against Luigi'-s ; weariness had overcome him, and for the past five minutes he had been peacefully sleeping. The old ladies had dropped their voices to a lulling drone, to help him steal the rest his Digitized by Google Those Extraordinary Twins. 361 brother would n't take him up-stairs to get. Luigi listened a moment to Angelo's regular breathing, then said in a voice barely audible : ** We were both born at the same time, but 1 am six months older than he is." " For the land's sake ! " *' 'Sh ! don't wake him up ; he would n't like my telling this. It has always been kept fiecret till now." ** But how in the world can it be ? If you were both born at the same time, how can f)ne of you be older than the other?" " It is very simple, and I assure you it is true. I was born with a full crop of hair, he was as bald as an egg for six months. I could walk six months before he could make a step. I finished teething six months ahead of him. I began to take solids six months before he left the breast. I began to talk six months before he could say a word. Last, and absolutely unassailable proof, ^Ae suiures in my skull closed six months ahead of his. Always just that six months difference to a day. Was that accident ? Nobody is going to claim that, I 'm sure. It was ordained — it Digitized by Google 362 Those Extraordinary Twins. was law — it had its meaning, and we know what that meaning was. Now what does this overwhelming body of evidence establish ? It establishes just one thing, and that thing it establishes beyond any peradventure what- ever. Friends, we would not have it known for the world, and I must beg you to keep it strictly to yourselves, but the truth is, we are no more twins than you are^ The two old ladies were stunned, paralyzed — petrified, one may almost say — and could only sit and gaze vacantly at each other for some moments; then Aunt Betsy Hale "said impressively : "There's no getting around proof like that. I do believe it 's the most amazing thing I ever heard of." She sat silent a moment or two and breathing hard with excitement, then she looked up and surveyed the strangers steadfastly a little while, and added : •* Well, it does beat me, but I would have took you for twins anywhere." '* So would I, so would I," said Aunt Patsy with the emphasis of a certainty that is not impaired by any shade of doubt. Digitized by Google Those Extraordinary Twins. 3^3 *' Anybody would — anybody in the world, 1 don't care who he is," said Aunt Betsy with •decision. ** You won't tell," said Luigi, appealingly. ''Oh, dear no!" answered both ladies promptly, " you can trust us, don't you be afraid." *' That is good of you, and kind. Never let on ; treat us always as if we were twins." •' You can depend on us," said Aunt Betsy, *^but it won't be easy, because now that I Icnow you ain't, you don't seem so." Luigi muttered to himself with satisfaction : " That swindle has gone through without change of cars." It was not very kind of him to load the poor things up with a secret like that, which ivould be always flying to their tongues' ends -every time they heard any one speak of the strangers as twins, and would become harder and harder to hang on to with every recur- rence of the temptation to tell it, while the torture of retaining it would increase with every new strain that was applied ; but he never thought of that, and probably would not have worried much about it if he had. ■^-z'^i ^^ jyj Lij^ ^^la ;V '* xCrr.'.'.M.yC'^ ¥''( Digitized by Google 364 Those Extraordinary Twins. A visitor was announced — some one to see the twins. They withdrew to the parlor, and the two old ladies began to discuss with inter- est the strange things which they had been listening to. When they had finished the matter to their satisfaction, and Aunt Betsy rose to go, she stopped to ask a ques- tion : '* How does things come on between Row- eny and Tom Driscoll ? " " Well, about the same. He writes tolera- ble often, and she answers tolerable seldom." ''Where is he?" "In St. Louis, I believe, though he's such a gad-about that a body can't be very certain of him, I reckon." " Don't Roweny know ? '* " Oh, yes, like enough. I have n't asked her lately." " Do you know how him and the Judge are getting along now ? " " First-rate, I believe. Mrs. Pratt says so ; and being right in the house, and sister to the one and aunt to t' other, of course she ought to know, Slie says the Judge is real fond of pipTJIJt, Digitized by Google Those Extraordinary Twins. 365 him when he 's away, but frets when he 's around and is vexed with his ways, and not sorry to have him go again. He has been gone three weeks this time — a pleasant thing for both of them, I reckon." "Tom 's ruther harum-scarum, but there ain't anything bad in him, I guess." '* Oh no, he *s just young, that 's all. Still, twenty-three is old, in one way. A young man ought to be earning his living by that time. If Tom were doing that, or was even trying to do it, the Judge would be a heap better satisfied with him. Tom 's always go- ing to begin, but somehow he can't seem to find just the opening he likes." *• Well now, it 's partly the Judge's own fault. Promising the boy his property was n't the way to set him to earning a fortune of his own. But what do you think — is Roweny beginning to lean any towards him, or ain't she ? " Aunt Patsy had a secret in her bosom ; she wanted to keep it there, but nature was too strong for her. She drew Aunt Betsy aside, and said in her most confidential and m ous manner : 366 Those Extraordinary Twins. " Don't you breathe a syllable to a soul — I'm going to tell you something. In my opinion Tom Driscoll's chances were con- siderable better yesterday than they are to- day." •* Patsy Cooper, what do you mean ?" *' It 's so, as sure as you 're born. I wish you could *a' been at breakfast and seen for yourself." •'You don't mean it!" '* Well, if I 'm any judge, there 's a leaning- — there 's a leaning, sure." '* My land ! Which one of 'em is it ?" " I can't say for certain, but I think it's the youngest one — Anjy." Then there were handshakings, and con- gratulations, and hopes, and so on, and the old ladies parted, perfectly happy — the one in knowing something which the rest of the town didn't, and the other in having been the sole person able to furnish that knowledge. The visitor who had called to see the twins was the Rev. Mr, Hotchkiss, pastor of the Baptist church. At the reception Angelo had latc^ly experienced a change Digitized by Google Those Extraordinary Twins. 367 in his religious views, and was now desirous of becoming a Baptist, and would immediately join Mr. Hotchkiss's church. There was no time to say more, and the brief talk ended at that point. The minister was much grat- ified, and had dropped in for a moment, now, to invite the twins to attend his Bible-class at eight that evening. Angelo accepted, and was expecting Luigi to decline, but he did not, because he knew that the Bible-class and the Freethinkers met in the same room, and he wanted to treat his brother to the em- barrassment of being caught in freethinking company. (*r Digitized by Google CHAPTER V. [A long and vigorous quarrel follows, between the twins. And there is plenty to quarrel about, for Angelo was always seeking truth, and this obliged him to change and improve his religion with frequency, which wearied Luigi, and annoyed him loo ; for he had to be present at each new enlistment — which placed him in the false position of seeming to indorse and approve his brother's fickleness; moreover, he had to go to Angelo's prohi- bition meetings, and he hated them. On the other hand, when it was his week to command the legs he gave Angelo just cause of complaint, for he took him to cir- cuses and horse-races and fandangoes, exposing him to all sorts of censure and criticism ; and he drank, too ; and whatever he drank went to Angelo's head instead of his own and made him act disgracefully. When the evening was come, the two attended the Freethinkers' meeting, where Angelo was sad and silent ; then came the Bible-class and looked upon him coldly, finding him in such company. Then they went to Wilson's house, and Chapter XI. of "Pudd'nhead Wilson" follows, which tells of the girl seen in Tom Driscoll's room ; and closes with the kicking of Tom by Luigi at the anti-temperance mass meeting of the Sons of Liberty ; with the addition of some account of Roxy*s adventures as a chambermaid on a Mississippi boat. Her exchange of the children had been flippantly and farcically described in an earlier chapter.] 368 ..O-' Digitized by Google Those Extraordinary Twins. 369 Next morning all the town was a-buzz with great news ; Pudd'nhead Wilson had a law- case ! The public astonishment was so great and the public curiosity so intense, that when the justice of the peace opened his court, the place was packed with people, and even the windows were full. Everybody was flushed and perspiring, the summer heat was almost unendurable. Tom Driscoll had brought a charge of as- sault and battery against the twins. Robert Allen was retained by Driscoll, David Wilson by the defense. Tom, his native cheerfulness unannihilated by his back-breaking and bone- bruising passage across the massed heads of the Sons of Liberty the previous night, laughed his little customary laugh, and said to Wilson : *' I Ve kept my promise, you see : I 'm throwing my business your way. Sooner than I was expecting, too." " It 's very good of you — particularly if you mean to keep it up." '•Well, I can't tell about that, yet. But we'll see. If I find you deserve it I *11 take you 24 Google 370 Those Extraordinary Twins. under my protection and make your fame and fortune for vou." '* I '11 try to deserve it, Tom." A jury was sworn in ; then Mr. Allen said : "We will detain your honor but a moment with thiscase. It is not one where any doubt of the fact of the assault can enter in. These gentlemen — the accused — kicked my client at the Market Hall last night; they kicked him with violence ; with extraodinary violence ; with even unprecedented violence, I may say ; insomuch that he was lifted entirely off his feet and discharged into the midst of the au- dience. We can prove this by four hundred witnesses — we shall call but three. Mn Harkness will take the stand." Mr. Harkness being sworn, testified that he was chairman upon the occasion mentioned ; that he was close at hand and saw the defend- ants in this action kick the plaintiff into the air and saw him descend among the audience. '• Take the witness," said Allen. "Mr. Harkness," said Wilson, "you say you saw these gentlemen, my clients, kick the Are you sure — and please remenv Digitized by Google Those Extraordinary Twins. 371 ber that you are on oath — are you perfectly sure that you saw both of them kick him, or only one? Now be careful." A bewildered look began to spread itself over the witness's face. He hesitated, stam- mered, but got out nothing. His eyes wan- dered to the twins and fixed themselves there with a vacant gaze. ** Please answer, Mr. Harkness, you are keeping the court waiting. It is a very sim- ple question." Counsel for the prosecution broke in with impatience : ** Your honor, the question is an irrelevant triviality. Necessarily they both kicked him, for they have but the one pair of legs, and both are responsible for them." Wilson said, sarcastically : ** Will your honor permit this new witness to be sworn ? He seems to possess knowledge which can be of the utmost value just at this moment — knowledge which would at once dis- pose of what every one must see is a very difficult question in this case. Brother Allen, will you take the stand ?" 372 Those Extraordinary Twins. *' Go on with your case !" said Allen, petu- lantly. The audience laughed, and got a warning from the court. '* Now, Mr. Harkness," said Wilson, insinu- atingly, "we shall have to insist upon an ans- wer to that question." ** I — er — well, of course I do not absolutely k7ioWy .but in my opinion " " Never mind your opinion, sir — answer the question." ** I — why, I cant answer it." *' That will do, Mr. Harkness. Stand down." The audience tittered, and the discomfited witness retired in a state of great embarrass- ment. Mr. Wakeman took the stand and swore that he saw the twins kick the plaintiff off the platform. The defence took the witness. *• Mr. Wakeman, you have sworn that you saw these gentlemen kick the plaintiff. Do I understand you to swear that you saw them both do it ?" •* Yes, sir," — with decision. '* How do you know that both did it?" ** Because I sazv them do it." \\i/m Digitized by Google Those Extraordinary Twins. 373 The audience laughed, and got another warning from the court. ** But by what means do you know that both, and not one, did it ?" "Well, in the first place, the insult was given to both of them equally, for they were called a pair of scissors. Of course they would both want to resent it, and so " " Wait ! You are theorizing now. Stick to facts — counsel will attend to the arguments. Go on." " Well, they both went over there — that I saw." " Very good. Go on." *' And they both kicked him — I swear to it." " Mr. Wakeman, was Count Luigi, here willing to join the Sons of Liberty last night?" "Yes, sir, he was. He did join, too, and drank a glass or two of whisky, like a man.* " Was his brother willing to join ?" ** No, sir, he was n't. He is a teetotal and was elected through a mistak " Was he given a glass of whisky I r Google 374 Those Extraordinary Twins. " Yes, sir, but of course that was another mistake, and not intentional. He would n't drink it. He set it down." A slight pause, then he added, casually and quite simply : •' The plaintiff reached for it and hogged it." There was a fine outburst of laughter, but as the justice was caught out himself, his rep- rimand was not very vigorous. Mr. Allen jumped up and exclaimed : *' I protest against these foolish irrelevancies. What have they to do with the case ? " Wilson said : " Calm yourself, brother, it was only an experiment. Now, Mr. Wakeman, p if one of these gentlemen chooses to join an association and the other does n't ; and if one of them enjoys whisky and the other does n't, ^^^^ but sets it aside and leaves it unprotected " vTti (titter from the audience), ** it seems to show that they have independent minds and tastes and preferences, and that one of them is able to approve of a thing at the very moment that the other is heartily disapproving of it. Does n't it seem so to you ?" '•Certainly it does. It's perfectly plain." " Now then, it might be — I only say it Digitized by Google Those Extraordinary Twins, 375 might be — that one of these brothers wanted to kick the plaintiff last night, and that the other did n't want that humilating punish- ment inflicted upon him in that public way and before all those people. Is n't that pos- sible ? ** Of course it is. It 's more than possible. I don't believe the blonde one would kick anybody. It was the other one that- " '* Silence ! " shouted the plaintiff's counsel, and went on with an angry sentence which was lost in the wave of laughter that swept the house. "That will do, Mr. Wakeman," said Wil- son, " you may stand down." The third witness was called. He had seen the twins kick the plaintiff. Mr. Wilson took the witness. " Mr. Rogers, you say you saw these ac- cused gentlemen kick the plaintiff ?" ''Yes, sir." "Both of them?" "Yes, sir." " Which of them kicked him first ? " "Why— they — they both kicked him at the_ same time." r' m^'% 376 Those Extraordinary Twins. '* Are you perfectly sure of that ?" " Yes, sir." " What makes you sure of it ?" "Why, I stood right behind them, and saw them do it." *' How many kicks were delivered?" '* Only one." "If two men kick, the result should be two kicks, should n't it?" " Why — why — yes, as a rule." "Then what do you think went with the other kick ? " " I — well — the fact is, I was n't thinking of two being necessary, this time." "What do you think now?" " Well, I — I 'm sure I don't quite know what to think, but I reckon that one of them did half of the kick and the other one did the other half." Somebody in the crowd sung out: " It's the first sane thing that any of them has said." The audience applauded. The judge said : " Silence ! or I will clear the court." ^"^ Mr. Allen looked pleased, but Wilson did not seem disturbed. He said : r'l Digitized by Google Those Extraordinary Twins. 377 *' Mr. Rogers, you have favored us with what you think and what you reckon, but as thinking and reckoning are not evidence, I will now give you a chance to come out with something positive, one way or the other, and shall require you to produce it. I will ask the accused to stand up and repeat the pheno- menal kick of last night." The twins stood up. " Now, Mr. Rogers, please stand behind them." A Voice : ** No, stand in front ! " (Laugh- ter. Silenced by the court.) Another Voice : *• No, give Tommy another highst ! " (Laugh- ter. Sharply rebuked by the court.) ** Now then, Mr. Rogers, two kicks shall be delivered, one after the other, and I give you my word that at least one of the two shall be delivered by one of the twins alone, without the slightest assistance from his brother. Watch sharply, for you have got to render a decision without any if s and and's in it." Rogers bent himself behind the twins with his palms just above his knees, in the modern at- titude of the catcher at a base-ball match, and j^, riveted his eyes on the pair of legs in front of ^^^%^ him. ** Are you ready, Mr. Rogers ? " 378 Those Extraordinary Twins. •* Ready, sir." -Kick!" The kick was launched. " Have you got that one classified, Mr. Rogers ? " ** Let me study a minute, sir." ** Take as much time as you please. Let me know when you are ready." For as much as a minute Rogers pondered, with all eyes and a breathless interest fastened upon him. Then he gave the word : '* Ready, sir." -Kick!" The kick that followed was an exact dupli- cate of the first one. " Now then, Mr. Rogers, one of those kicks was an individual kick, not a mutual one. You will now state positively which was the mutual one." The witness said, with a crestfallen look : ** I Ve got to give it up. There ain't any man in the world that could tell t'other from V which, sir." ** Do you still assert that last night's kick -was a mutual kick ? " .j^ ^ \> B- Digitized by Google Those Extraordinary Twins. 379 '^ Indeed I don't, sir." *' That will do, Mr. Rogers. If my brother Allen desires to address the court, your honor, very well ; but as far as I am concerned I am ready to let the case be at once delivered into the hands of this intelligent jury without •comment." Mr. Justice Robinson had been in ofifice only two months, and in that short time had not had many cases to try, of course. He had no knowledge of laws and courts except what he had picked up since he came into ofifice. He was a sore trouble to the lawyers, for his rulings were pretty eccentric sometimes, and he stood by them with Roman simplicity and fortitude ; but the people were well satisfied with him, for they saw that his intentions were always right, that he was entirely impartial, and that he usually made up in good sense what he lacked in technique, so to speak. He ^\ now perceived that there was likely to be a miscarriage of justice here, and he rose to the occasion. ** Wait a moment, gentlemen," he said, is plain that an assault has been committed — 38c Thosk Extraordinary Twins. \ ^^■\ \^ it is plain tc anybody ; but the way things are going, the guilty will certainly escape convic- tion. I cannot allow this. Now " ''But, your honor!" said Wilson, inter- rupting him, earnestly but respectfully, ** you are deciding the case yourself, whereas the • ft jury ** Never mind the jury, Mr. Wilson ; the jury will have a chance when there is a reasonable doubt for them to take hold of — which there is n't, so far. There is no doubt whatever that an assault has been committed. The attempt to show that both of the accused committed it has failed. Are they both to escape justice on that account ? Not in this court, if I can pre- vent it. It appears to have been a mistake to bring the charge against them as a corporation ; each should have been charged in his capacity as an individual, and " *• But your honor ! " said Wilson, ** in fair- ness to my clients I must insist that inasmuch as the prosecution did not separate the " '* No wrong will be done your clients, sir — they will be protected ; also the public and the offended laws. Mr. Allen, you will amend /r>? i:*? •tfeiK Digitized by Google Those Extraordinary Twins. 381 your pleadings, and put one of the accused on trial at a time." Wilson broke in : ** But your honor ! this is wholly unprecedented ! To imperil an accused person by arbitrarily altering and widening the charge against him in order to compass his conviction when the charge as originally brought promises to fail to convict, is a thing unheard of before." *' Unheard of ivhere ? " '* In the courts of this or any other State." The judge said with dignity : *' I am not aquainted with the customs of other courts, and am not concerned to know what they are. I am responsible for this court, and I cannot conscientiously allow my judgment to be warped and my judicial liberty ham- pered by trying to conform to the caprices of other courts, be they " ** But, your honor, the oldest and highest courts in Europe " •* This court is not run on the European plan,_^ Mr. Wilson; it is not run on any plan but its^ own. It has a plan of its own ; and that plan \ is, to find justice for both State and accused, ^1 4 3^2 Those Extraordinary Twins. ^m no matter what happens to be practice and cus- tom in Europe or anywhere else." (Great applause.) " Silence ! It has not been the custom of this court to imitate other courts ; it has not been the custom of this court to take shelter behind the decisions of other ^courts, and we will not begin now. We will ^^^n^o the best we can by the light that God has given us, and while this court continues to have His approval, it will remain indifferent to what other organizations may think of it/* (Applause.) " Gentlemen, I must have order I — quiet yourselves ! Mr. Allen, you will now proceed against the prisoners one at a time. Go on with the case." Allen was not at his ease. However, after whispering a moment with his client and with one or two other people, he rose and said : *' Your honor, I find it to be reported and believed that the accused are able to act in- dependently in many ways, but that this independence does not extend to their legs, authority over their legs being vested exclu- sively in the one brother during a specific [^ ^n,:; digitized by Google Those Extraordinary Twins. 383 term of days, and then passing to the other brother for a like term, and so on, by regular alternation. I could call witnesses who would prove that the accused had revealed to them ^^\^f^^ the existence of this extraordinary fact, and had also made known which of the^ii was in possession of the legs yesterday — and this j 1- would of course indicate where the guilt of the assault belongs — but as this would be mere hearsay evidence, these revelations not having been made under oath " ** Never mind about that, Mr. Allen. It may not all be hearsay. We shall see. It may at least help to put us on the right track. Call the witnesses." "Then I will call Mr. John Buckstone, who is now present, and I beg that Mrs. Patsy Cooper may be sent for. Take the stand, Mr Buckstone." Buckstone took the oath, and then testified that on the previous evening the Count An- gelo Cappello had protested against go\ngy^'/>^\i\ to the hall, and had called all present to wit- xr^i^^.^:. y^'^ ness that he was going by compulsion and (/-/v:^' would not go if he could help himself. Also, 'L'8CTy|) fi- ^\^ri^ -^^ -yn 384 Those Extraordinary Twins. that the Count Luigi had replied sharply that he would ^t?, just the same, and that he, Count Luigi, would see to that, himself. Al- so, that upon Count Angelo's complaining about being kept on his legs so long, Count Luigi retorted with apparant surprise, 'Your legs ! — I like your impudence !' " ** Now we are getting at the kernel of the thing," observed the judge, with grave and earnest satisfaction. ** It looks as if the Count Luigi was in possession of the battery at the time of the assault." Nothing further was elicited from Mr. Buckstone on direct examination. Mr. Wil- son took the witness. ** Mr. Buckstone, about what time was it that that conversation took place?" " Toward nine yesterday evening, sir." ** Did you then proceed directly to the hall?" " Yes, sir." " How long did it take you to go there?" " Well, we walked ; and as it was from the extreme edge of the town, and there was no Digitized by Google Those Extraordinary Twins. 38S hurry, I judge it took us about twenty min- utes, maybe a trifle more." "About what hour was the kick deliv- ered ? " " At thirteen minutes and a half to ten." '* Admirable ! You are a pattern witness, Mr. Buckstone. How did you happen to look at your watch at that particular mo- ment ?*' ** I always do it when I see an assault. ^^;\^ It 's likely I shall be called as a witness, and ^^(', it 's a good point to have." ** It would be well if others were as thoughtful. Was anything said, between the , conversation at my house and the assault, upon the detail which we are now examining into?" " No, sir." "If power over the mutual legs was in the possession of one brother at nine, and passed into the possession of the other one during the next thirty or forty minutes, do you think you could have detected the change ? ** " By no means ! " " That is all, Mr. Buckstone.*' 25 386 Those Extraordlnary Twins. Mrs. Patsy Cooper was called. The crowd made way for her, and she came smiling and bowing through the narrow human lane, with Betsy Hale, as escort and support, smiling and bowing in her wake, the audience break- ing into welcoming cheers as the old favorites filed along. The judge did not check this. . ^,v, kindly demonstration of homage and affec- §■ '■■"'^;' ■■•6 L^K/i^ tion, but let it run its course unrebuked. f4i The old ladies stopped and shook hands /-vy|^with the twins with effusion, then gave the I(v judge a friendly nod, and bustled into the ■^4^ seats provided for them. They immediately began to deliver a volley of eager questions at the friends around them : ** What is this thing for?" ** What is that thing for?" '* Who is that young man that 's writing at ""^ , the desk? Why, I declare, it *s Jack Bunce ! ^iO^ I thought he was sick." " Which is the \ jury? Why, is that the jury? Billy Price and Job Turner, and Jack Lounsbury, and — Q^ well, I never ! " ** Now who would ever a" __^^ thought '• ^^r^X^r-~^ But they were gently called to order at ^^ \ ' i " this point, and asked not to talk in court* Digitized by Google Those Extraordinary Twins. 387 Their tongues fell silent, but the radiant in- terest in their faces remained, and their grati- tude for the blessing of a new sensation and a novel experience still beamed undimmed from their eyes. Aunt Patsy stood up and took the oath, and Mr. Allen explained the point in issue, and asked her to go on, now, ir her own way, and throw as much light upon it as she could. She toyed with her reticule a mo- ment or two, as if considering where to begin, then she said : ** Well, the way of it is this. They are Luigi's legs a week at a time, and then they are Angelo's, and he can do whatever he '^vl^^^^> wants to with them." ^^->^ ** You are making a mistake, Aunt Patsy Cooper," said the judge. ** You should n't state that as ^ifact, because you don't know it to be a fact." '* What's the reason I don't?" said Aunt Patsy, bridling a little. ** What is the reason that you do know it ? " **The best in the world — because they told me." ** That is n't a reason." Digitized by Google 388 Those Extraordinary Twins. " Well, for the land's sake ! Betsy Hale, do you hear that ? " ''Hear it? I should think so," said Aunt Betsy, rising and facing the court. " Why, Judge, I was there and heard it myself. Luigi says to Angelo — no, it was Angelo said it to " " Come, come, Mrs. Hale, pray sit down, and " ** Certainly, it 's all right, I 'm going to sit down presently, but not until I *ve *' " But you must sit down !" " Must / Well, upon my word if things ain't getting to a pretty pass when " The house broke into laughter, but was promptly brought to order, and meantime Mr. Allen persuaded the old lady to take her seat. Aunt Patsy continued : '* Yes, they told me that, and I know it s true. They Ve Luigi's legs this week, but — " "Ah, they told you that, did they?" said the justice, with interest. *' Well no, I don't know that they told me, but that 's neitbL-r here nor there. I know, ^ without ihat» that at dinner yesterday, Angelo \sM% I '/ Digitized by Google Those Extraordinary Twins. 389 was as tired as a dog, and yet Luigi would n't lend him the legs to go up-stairs and take a nap with." '*Did he ask for them?" " Let me see — it seems to me somehow, that — that — Aunt Betsy, do you remember whether he " ** Never mind about what Aunt Betsy re- members — she is not a witness ; we only want to know what you remember, yourself," said the judge. ** Well, it does seem to me that you are most cantankerously particular about a little thing, Sim Robinson. Why, when I can 't remember a thing myself, I always " *' Ah, please go on ! " " Now how can she when you keep fussing at her all the time ? " said Aunt Betsy. *' Why, with a person pecking 2Xine that way, I should get that fuzzled and fuddled that " She was on her feet again, but Allen coaxed her into her seat once more, while the court squelched the mirth of the house. Then the judge said : *' Madam, do you know do you abso- y^^¥^m^ Google 390 Those Extraordinary Twins. MauiiV^ lutely know, independently of anything these gentlemen have told you — that the power over their legs passes from the one to the other regularly every week ? " *' Regularly ? Bless your heart, regularly ain't any name for the exactness of it ! All the big cities in Europe used to set the clocks by it." (Laughter, suppressed by the court.) '* How do you know? That is the ques- tion. Please answer it plainly and squarely." " Don 't you talk to me like that, Sim Robinson — I won't have it. How do I know, indeed! How do you know what you know? Because somebody told you. You did n't invent it out of your own head, did you ? Why, these twins are the truthful- est people in the world ; and I don't think it becomes you to sit up there and throw slurs at them when they have n't been doing any- thing to you. And they are orphans besides —both of them. All " But Aunt Betsy was up again, now, and both old ladies were talking at once and with w j clU their might; but as the house was welter- 'iS ing in a storm of laughter, and the judge was it" ^>^^ o\\ Digitized by Google Those Extraordinary Twins. 391 hammering his desk with an iron paper-weight, one could only see them talk, not hear them. At last, when quiet was restored, the court ^aid : ** Let the ladies retire." '* But, your honor, I have the right, in the ,^ interest of my clients, to cross-exam " J^ •'You *11 not need to exercise it, Mr. Wilson M/^ ^e^ Mil -^ \ — the evidence is thrown out." Vnl^^#V^ ••Thrown out!" said Aunt Patsy, ruffled ;^t^(>^^yii^^ •' and what 's it thrown out for, I 'd like to 'PS^^JMfT' know." *• And so would I, Patsy Cooper. It seems ^\' \ to me that if we can save these poor persecuted strangers, it is our bounden duty to stand up here and talk for them till " •'There, there, there, do sit down !" It cost some trouble and a good deal of coax- ing, but they were got into their seats at last. The trial was soon ended, now. The twins themselves became witnesses in their own de- fense. They established the fact, upon oath, that the leg-power passed from one to the other every Saturday night at twelve o'clock, sharp. But on cross-examination their coun- 392 Those Extraordinary Twins. sel would not allow them to tell whose week of power the current week was. The judge insisted upon their answering, and proposed to compel them , but even the prosecution took fright and came to the rescue then, and helped stay the sturdy jurist's revolutionary hand. So the case had to go to the jury with that important point hanging in the air. They were out an hour, and brought in this ver- dict : ** We the jury do find : i, that an assault was committed, as charged ; 2, that it was com- mitted by one of the persons accused, he having been seen to do it by several credible witnesses: 3, but that his identity is so merged in his brother s that we have not been able to tell which was him. We cannot con- vict both, for only one is guilty. We cannot acquit both, for only one is innocent Our verdict is that justice has been defeated by the dispensation of God, and ask to be dis- charged from further duty." This was read aloud in court and brought out a burst of hearty applause. The old ladies iiKtde a spring at the twins, to shake and Digitized by Google Those Extraordinary Twins. 393 congratulate, but were gently disengaged by Mr. Wilson and softly crowded back into their places. The Judge rose in his little tribune, laid aside his silver-bowed spectacles, roached his gray hair up with his fingers, and said, with dignity and solemnity, and even with a cer- tain pathos : '* In all my experience on the bench, I have not seen Justice bow her head in shame in this court until this day. You little realize what far-reaching harm has just been wrought here under the fickle forms of law. Imitation is the bane of courts — I thank God that this one is free from the contamination of that vice — and in no long time you will see the fatal work of this hour seized upon by profligate so-called guardians of justice in all the wide circumstance of this planet and perpetuated in their pernicious decisions. I wash my hands of this iniquity. I would have compelled these culprits to expose their guilt, but sup- port failed me where I had most pect aid and encouragement. At confronted by a law made in the bSSttited by G OOgle 394 Those Extraordinary Twins. crime, which protects the criminal from testify- ing against himself. Yet I had precedents of my own whereby I had set aside that law on two different occasions and thus succeeded in convicting criminals to whose crimes there were no witnesses but themselves. What 1 have you accomplished this day ? Do you realize it ? You have set adrift, unadmonished, iH . in this community, two men endowed with an '^^ awful and mysterious gift, a hidden and grisly power for evil — a power by which each in his turn may commit crime after crime of the most heinous character, and no man be able to tell which is the guilty or which the inno- cent party in any case of them all. Look to your homes — look to your property — look to your lives — for you have need ! ** Prisoners at the bar, stand up. Through suppression of evidence, a jury of your — our — countrymen have been obliged to deliver a verdict concerning your case which stinks to heaven with the rankness of its injustice. By its terms you, the guilty one, go free with the itinocent, Depart in peace, and come no more ! The costs devolve upon the outraged z:^tized by Google Those Extraordinary Twins. 395 plaintiff — another iniquity. The Court stands dissolved." Almost everybody crowded forward to over- whelm the twins and their counsel with con-(g^^ \il gratulations ; but presently the two old l^f^^ aunties dug the duplicates out and bore ^Jjf' them away in triumph through the hurrahing I i 'xl crowd, while lots of new friends carried Pud- d'nhead Wilson off tavern-w^ards to feast hini and ** wet down " his great and victorious entry into the legal arena. To Wilson, so long familiar with neglect and depreciation, this strange new incense of popularity and admi- ration was as a fragrance blown from the fields of paradise. A happy man was Wil- son. ^...^v ^ ! '^K..^^ ..* «C-^ .J> k. ^ .-, i' ^•<:>l Digitized by Google CHAPTER VI. c-->i A DEPUTATION came in the evening and conferred upon Wilson the welcome honor of a nomination for mayor ; for the village has just been converted into a city by charter. Tom skulks out of challenging the twins. Judge Driscoll thereupon challenges Angelo, (accused by Tom of doing the kicking ;) he declines, but Luigi accepts in his place against Angelo's timid protest. It was late Saturday night — nearing eleven. The Judge and his second found the rest of the war party at the further end of the vacant ground, near the haunted house. Pudd'nhead Wilson advanced to meet them, and said anxiously — *' I must say a word in behalf of my prin- cipal's proxy, Count Luigi, to whom you have kindly granted the privilege of fighting my principal's battle for him. It is growing late, and Count Luigi is in great trouble lest midnight shall strike before the finish." '*It is another testimony," said Howard, *^HMy i/^,\v *^r ' " ''"''' "'i^l^J^^ by Google •*//'F Those Extraordinary Twins. 397 approvingly. " That young man is fine all through. He wishes to save his brother the sorrow of fighting on the Sabbath, and he is right ; it is the right and manly feeling and does him credit. We will make all possible haste." Wilson said — "There is also another reason — a consid- eration, in fact, which deeply concerns Count Luigi himself. These twins have command of their mutual legs turn about. Count Luigi is in command, now ; but at midnight, possession will pass to my principal, Count An- gelo, and well, you can foresee what will happen. He will march straight off the field, and carry Luigi with him." "Why ! sure enough!" cried the Judge, "we have heard something: about that ex- d-^ ••^'Viv-^'^-^ traodinary law of their being, already — noth- ^H^^^.J/j^-^, ing very definite, it is true, as regards dates -S^^tJ^'l ^^X^ and durations of the power, but I see it is ^^^^^^^'-^^ definite enough as regards to-night. Of course we must give Luigi every chance. Omit all the ceremonial possible, gentlemen, and^£.x''i^'^' place us in position." \^^ 398 Those Extraordinary Twins. The seconds at once tossed up a coin ; Howard won the choice. He placed the Judge sixty feet from the haunted house and facing it ; Wilson placed the twins within fifteen feet of the house and facing the Judge — necessarily. The pistol-case was opened and the long slim tubes taken out ; when the moonlight glinted from them a shiver went through Angelo. The doctor was a fooU but a thoroughly well-meaning one, with a kind heart and a sincere disposition to oblige, but along with it an absence of tact which often hurt its effectiveness. He brought his box of lint and bandages, and asked Angela to feel and see how soft and comfortable they were. Angelo's head fell over against Luigi's in a faint, and precious time was lost in bringing him to ; which provoked Luigi into expressing his mind to the doctor with a «fe S^^^ deal of vigor and frankness. After ^/*"'/'^%W^> ^'^g^'o came to he was still so weak that .i^VIJj;.^ s^^ Luigi was obliged to drink a stiff horn of brandy to brace him up. ') y^^^w^^'- The seconds now stepped at once to their posts, half way between the combatants, one :>-> ■.'■ ■■■r^ - .^ • . *"^ K^^'^"" "'..^-ri^^V5^-l--.nv';. Digitized by Google Those Extraordinary Twins. 399 of them on each side of the line of fire. Wil- son was to count, very deliberately, *' One — two — three — fire! — stop!" and the duelists could bang away at any time they chose during that recitation, but not after the last word. Angelo grew very nervous when he saw Wilson's hand rising slowly into the air as a i;ign to make ready, and he leaned his head against Luigi's and said — *'0, please take me away from here, I can't stay, I know I can't ! " *' What in the world are you doing ? Straighten up ! What 's the matter with you ? —you We in no danger^nobody 's going to shoot at you. Straighten up, I tell you !" Angelo obeyed, just in time to liear — ''One—!" "Bang!" Just one report, and a little tuft of white hair floated slowly to the Judge's \ rS? feet m the moonlight. The Judge did not ^yC^\^ X ^-., swerve ; he still stood erect and motionless, '^^^c^ 4 like a statue, with his pistol-arjii hanging < P^^ straight down at his side, his fire. '• Two—! " He was reserving /^ 'I// C'.'O •A^.V. Digitized h 400 Those Extraordinary Twins. "Three—!" -Fire—!" Up came the pistol-arm instantly — Angelo dodged with the report. He said "Ouch !'* and fainted again. The doctor examined and bandaged the wound. It was of no consequence, he said — bullet through fleshy part of arm — no bones broken — the gentleman was still able to fight — let the duel proceed. Next time Angelo jumped just as Luigi fired, which disordered his aim and caused him to cut a chip out of Howard's ear. The Judge took his time again, and when he fired Angelo jumped and got a knuckle skinned. The doctor inspected and dressed the wounds. Angelo now spoke out and said he was con- tent with the satisfaction he had got, and if the Judge — but Luigi shut him roughly up, and asked him not to make an ass of himself ; adding — "And I want you to stop dodging. You take a great deal too prominent a part in this thing for a person who has got nothing to do with it. You should remember that you are Tivr'^.>v''^'^;:5^.. , Digitized by V^OOQlC Those Extraordinary Twins. 401 here only by courtesy, and are without offi- cial recognition ; officially you are not here at all ; officially you do not even exist. To all intents and purposes you are absent from this place, and you ought for your own modesty's sake to reflect that it cannot become a person who is not present here to be taking this sort of public and indecent prominence in a matter in which he is not in the slightest degree con- cerned. Now, don't dodge again ; the bullets are not for you, they are for me; if I want them dodged I will attend to it myself. I never saw a person act so." Angelo saw the reasonableness of what his brother had said, and he did try to reform, but it was of no use ; both pistols went off at the same instant, and he jumped once more ; he got a sharp scrape along his cheek from the Judge's bullet, and so deflected Luigi's aim that his ball went wide and chipped a flake of skin from Pudd'nhead Wilson's chin. The doctor attended to the wounded. By the terms, the duel was over. But Luigi was entirely out of patience, and begged for one more exchange of shots, insisting that^ / ^.y ■7 €-3 W--^\:: ^\ .t A" s\{v\g\\jiz^]^r 402 Those Extraordinary Twins. he had had no fair chance, on account of his brother's indelicate behavior. Howard was opposed to granting so unusual a privilege, but the Judge took Luigi's part, and added that indeed he himself might fairly be con- sidered entitled to another trial, because al- though the proxy on the other side was in no way to blame for his (the Judge's) humiliat- ingly resultless work, the gentleman with whom he was fighting this duel was to blame for it, since if he had played no advantages and had held his head still, his proxy would have been disposed of early. He added — " Count Luigi's request for another ex* change is another proof that he is a brave and chivalrous gentleman, and I beg that the courtesy he asks may be accorded him." •* I thank you most sincerely for this gener- osity, Judge DriscoU," said Luigi, with a polite bow, and moving to his place. Then he added — to Angelo, ** Now hold your grip, hold yoMX grip, I tell you, and I '11 land him^ sure!" The men stood erect, their pistol-arms at their sides, the two seconds stood at their .''•'!/' ^ro.r/>v^/" •//• "'>.->" V..'-^ V, ^S^'r'M^ ''• • '^'^/Oigitized by GOOgle Those Extraordinary Twins. 403 official posts, the doctor stood five paces in Wilson's rear with his instruments and band- ages in his hands. The deep stillness, the peaceful moonlight, the motionless figures, made an impressive picture and the impend- ing fatal possibilities augmented this impres- siveness to solemnity. Wilson's hand began to rise — slowly — slowly — higher — still higher — in another moment — ''Boom!'' — the first stroke of midnight swung up out of the distance : Angelo was oflf like a deer ! "Oh, you unspeakable traitor !" wailed his brother, as they went soaring over the fence. The others stood astonished and gazing; and so stood, watching that strange spectacle until distance dissolved it and swept it from their view. Then they rubbed their eyes like people waking out of a dream. •' Well, I ve never seen anything like that before !" said the Judge. ** Wilson, I am go- ing to confess, now, that T wasn't quite able to believe in that leg-business, and had a suspicion that it was a put-up convenience between those twins; and when Count An- J/0U V '^'Vfrv-^ 404 Those Extraordinary Twins. y^i J^ -^ Wc/, :k gelo fainted I thought I saw the whole scheme — thought it was pretext No. i, and would be followed by others till twelve o'clock should arrive and Luigi would get off with all the credit of seeming to want to fight and yet not have to fight, after all. But I was mis- taken. His pluck proved it. He's a brave fellow and did want to fight." *' There is n't any doubt about that," said Howard, and added in a grieved tone, "but what an unworthy sort of Christian that Angelo is — I hope and believe there are not many like him. It is not right to engage in a duel on the Sabbath — I could not approve of that myself ; but to finish one that has *^ been begun — that is a duty, let the day be what it may." They strolled along, still wondering, still ^;^ talking. *' It is a curious circumstance," remarked the surgeon, halting Wilson a moment to paste some more court plaster on his chin, which had gone to leaking blood again, ** that in this duel neither of the parties who handled the pistols lost blood, while nearly all the -a' ^^ J ^p >>\V-'«*: •^*'« ^ ^AA ;i/'4^oogle Those Extraordinary Twins. 405 persons present in the mere capacity of guests got hit. I have not heard of such a thing before. Don't you think it unusual ? " •^ Yes," said the Judge, **it has struck me as peculiar. Peculiar and unfortunate. I was annoyed at it, all the time. In the case of Angelo it made no great difference, because he was in a measure concerned, though not officially ; but it troubled me to see the seconds compromised, and yet I knew no way to mend the matter." " There was no way to mend it," said Howard, whose ear was being readjusted now by the doctor ; " the code fixes our place, and it would not have been lawful to change it. If we could have stood at your side, or behind you, or in front of ypu, it — but it would not have been legitimate and the other parties would have had a just right to complain of our trying to protect ourselves from danger ; infractions of the code are certainly not permissible in any case what- ever." Wilson offered no remarks. It seemed to him that there was very little place here for ».o«- -- 4o6 Those Extraordinary Twins. so much solemnity, but he judged that if a duel where nobody was in danger or got crippled but the seconds and the outsiders had nothing ridiculous about for these gentlemen, his pointing out that feature would probably not help them to see it. He invited them in to take a nightcap, and Howard and the Judge accepted, but the doctor said he would have to go and see how Angelo's principal wound was getting on. [It was now Sunday, and in the afternoon Angelo was to be received into the Baptist communion by immersion — a doubtful prospect, the doctor feared.] Digitized by Google CHAPTER VII. fe. i When the doctor arrived at Aunt Patsy Cooper's house, he found the lights going and everybody up and dressed and in a great state of solicitude and excitement. The twins were stretched on a sofa in the sitting-room, Aunt Patsy was fussing at Angelo's arm, Nancy was flying around under her commands, the two young boys were trying to keep out of the way and always getting in it, in order to see and wonder, Rowena stood apart, help- less with apprehension and emotion, and |||i"" Luigi was growling in unappeasable fury over ii/ ^/ . Angelo's shameful flight. p'^^^Cl^C^ As has been reported before, the doctor „ was a fool — a kindhearted and well-meaning one, but with no tact ; and as he was by long odds the most learned physician in the town, 407 4o8 Those Extraordinary Twins. and was quite well aware of it. and could talk his learninor with ease and precision, and liked to show ofif when he had an audience, he was sometimes tempted into revealing more of a case than was good for the patient. He examined Angelo's wound, and was really minded to say nothing for once ; but Aunt Patsy was so anxious and so pressing that he allowed his caution to be overcome, and proceeded to empty himself as follows, with scientific relish — "Without going too much into detail, madam — for you would probably not under- stand it anyway — I concede that great care is going to be necessary here ; otherwise exu- dation of the aesophagus is nearly sure to en- sue, and this will be followed by ossification and extradition of the maxillaris superioris, which must decompose the granular surfaces of the great infusorial ganglionic system, thus obstructing the action of the posterior vario- loid arteries, and precipitating compound strangulated sorosis of the valvular tissues, and ending unavoidably in the dispersion and combustion of the marsupial fluxes and the Those Extraordinary Twins. 409 consequent embrocation of the bicuspid populo redax referendum rotulorum.*' A miserable silence followed. Aunt Patsy's heart sank, the pallor of despair invaded her face, she was not able to speak ; poor Rowena wrung her hands in privacy and silence, and said to herself in the bitterness of her young grief, ** There is no hope — it is plain there is no hope ; " the good-hearted negro wench, Nancy, paled to chocolate, then to orange, then to amber, and thought to herself with yearning sympathy and sorrow, '* Po* thing, he ain' gwyne to las* throo de half o' dat ; " small Henry choked up, and turned his head away to hide his rising tears, and his brother Joe said to himself, with a sense of loss, '* The baptizing 's busted, that's sure." Luigi was the only person who had any heart to speak. He said, a little bit sharply, to the doctor — ** Well, well, there 's nothing to be gained by wasting precious time : give him a barrel of pills — I '11 take them for him." ** You ? " asked the doctor. ** Yes. Did you suppose he was going to take them himself ? " Digitized by Coc5gTe 4IO Those Extraordinary Twins. ** Why, of course." "Well, it's a mistake. He never took a dose of medicine in his life. He can't." '* Well, upon my word, it 's the most extraor- dinary thing I ever heard of ! " '*Oh," said Aunt Patsy, as pleased as a mother whose child is being admired and wondered at, "you'll find that there's more about them that 's wonderful than their just being made in the image of God like the rest of His creatures, now you can depend on that, './tell you," and she wagged her complacent ^ head like one who could reveal marvelous things if she chose. The boy Joe began — " Why, ma, they am/ made in the im " "You. shut up. and wait till you're asked, Joe. I '11 let you know when I want help. Are you looking for something, Doctor?" The doctor asked for a few sheets of paper and a pen, and said he would write a prescrip- tion ; which he did. It was one of Galen's ; in fact, it was Galen's favorite, and had been slaying people for sixteen thousand years. Galen used it for everything, applied it to digitized by Google Those Extraordinary Twins. 411 everything, said it would remove everything, from warts all the way through to lungs — and it generally did. Galen was still the only medical authority recognized in Missouri; his practice was the only practice known to the Missouri doctors, and his prescriptions were the only ammunition they carried when they went out for game. By and by Dr. Claypool laid down his pen and read the re- sult of his labors aloud, carefully and deliber- ately, for this battery must be constructed on the premises by the family, and mistakes could occur ; for he wrote a doctor s hand — the hand which from the beginning of time has been so disastrous to the apothecary and so profitable to the undertaker: " Take of afarabocca. henbane, corpobalsa- mum, each two drams and a half; of cloves, opium, myrrh, cyperus, each two drams ; of opobalsamum, Indian leaf, cinnamon, zedo- ary, ginger, coftus, coral, cassia, euphorbium, gum tragacanth, frankincense, styrax calam- / 1 ita, Celtic, nard, spignel, hartwort, mustard, M^ saxifrage, dill, anise, each one dram ; of xyla- loes, rheum ponticum, alipta moschata," cas- Digitized by Google 412 Those Extraordinary Twins. tor, spikenard, galangals, opoponax, anacar- ..j. ^ dium, mastich, brimstone, peony, eringo, 3^ 1^ P^'P ^^ <^lates, red and white hermodactyls, '^^^ r. ^ roses, thyme, acorns, pennyroyal, gentian, the >.«yA/..^ <- bark of the root of mandrake, germander, valerian, bishop's weed, bay-berries, long and white pepper, xylobalsamum, carnabadium, macedonian, parsley-seeds, lovage, the seeds 1^^ of rue, and sinon, of each a dram and a half ; of pure gold, pure silver, pearls not perfor- ated, the blatta byzantina, the bone of the stag s heart, of each the quantity of fourteen grains of wheat ; of sapphire, emerald and ^ jasper stones, each one dram ; of hazel-nut, ,^two drams ; of pellitory of Spain, shavings of A";^ ivory, calamus odoratus, each the quantity of twenty-nine grains of wheat; of honey or sugar a sufficient quantity. Boil down and I ^ skim off." ^:'i^j^^^- >> *' There," he said, ** that will fix the patient : ^^^Z* \ givG his brother a dipperful every three- (r U^_^;^^ quarters of an hour " ^^ -r*.-^ ^ ' — "while he survives," muttered Luigi — — '* and see that the room is kept whole- somely hot, and the doors and windows Digitized by Google Those Extraordinary Twins. 413 closed tight. Keep Count Angelo nicely covered up with six or seven blankets, and when he is thirsty — which will be frequently — moisten a rag in the vapor of the tea-kettle and let his brother suck it. When he is hungry — which will also be frequently — he must not be humored oftener than every seven or eight hours ; then toast part of a cracker until it begins to brown, and give it to his brother." ** That is all very well, as far as Angelo is concerned," said Luigi, ''but what am I to eat?" " I do not see that there is anything the matter with you," the doctor answered. **you may of course eat what you please." '* And also drink what I please, I suppose?" '* Oh, certainly — at present. When the violent and continuous perspiring has reduced your strength, I shall have to reduce your diet, of course, and nho bleed you, but there is no occasion for that yet awhile." He turned to Aunt Patsy and said : *' He must be put to bed, and sat up with, and tended i^m^ n 'III 414 Those Extraordinary Twins. J with the greatest care, and not allowed to stir for several days and nights." ** For one, I *m sacredly thankful for that," said Luigi, ''it postpones the funeral — I 'm not to be drowned to-day, anyhow." Angelo said quietly to the doctor : " I will cheerfully submit to all your re- quirements, sir, up to two o'clock this after- noon, and will resume them after three, but cannot be confined to the house during that intermediate hour." " Why, may I ask ? " " Because I have entered the Baptist com- munion, and by appointment am to be bap- tized in the river at that hour." " Oh, insanity ! — it cannot be allowed ! " Angelo answered with placid firmness — " Nothing shall prevent it, if I am alive.*' *' Why, consider, my dear sir, in your con- dition it might prove fatal." A tender and ecstatic smile beamed from Angelo's eyes, and he broke forth in a tone of joyous fervency — ** Ah, how blessed it would be to die for such a cause — it would be martydom !" Google Those Extraordinary Twins. 415 " But your brother — consider your brother ; you would be risking his life, too." " He risked mine an hour ago," responded Angelo, gloomily; "did he consider me?" A thought swept through his mind that made him shudder. ** If I had not run, I might have been killed in a duel on the Sabbath day, and my soul would have been lost — lost." "Oh, don't fret, it was n't in any danger," said Luigi, irritably ; ** they would n't waste it for a little thing like that . there 's a glass case all ready for it in the heavenly museum, and a pin to stick it up with." Aunt Patsy was shocked, and said — " Looy, Looy ! — don't talk so, dear ! " Rowena's soft heart was pierced by Luigi's unfeeling words, and she murmured to herself, "Oh, if I but had the dear privilege of protect- ing and defending him with my weak voice ! — but alas, this sweet boon is denied me by the cruel conventions of social intercourse." "Get their bed ready," said Aunt Patsy to Nancy, " and shut up the windows and doors, and light their candles, and see that you drive all the mosquitoes out of their bar, and make ••fT ^ . ^ ^>/ AAA 4i6 Those Extraordinary Twins. up a good fire in their stove, and carry up some bags of hot ashes to lay to his feet " — *' and a shovel of fire for his head, and a mustard plaster for his neck, and some gum shoes for his ears," Luigi interrupted, with temper ; and added, to himself, '* Damnation, I *m going to be roasted alive, I just know it ! " ** Why, Looy ! Do be quiet ; I never saw such a fractious thing. A body would think you did n't care for your brother." ** I don't — to M^/ extent. Aunt Patsy. I was glad the drowning was postponed a minute ago, but I 'm not, now. No, that is all gone by : I want to be drowned." ** You '11 bring a judgment on yourself just as sure as you live, if you go on like that. Why, I never heard the beat of it. Now, there, — there ! you ve said enough. Not another word out of you, — I won't have it !" " But, Aunt Patsy " " Luigi ! Did n't you hear what I told you?" '* But, Aunt Patsy, I — why, I 'm not going ' t^to set my heart and lungs afloat in that pail of •^^'^Vjo^ '^ 'W^^^& v^ Digitized by VjOOQ IC Those Extraordinary Twins. 417 sewage which this criminal here has been prescri " " Yes, you are, too. You are going to be good, and do everything I tell you, like a dear," and she tapped his cheek affectionately with her finger. " Rowena. take the prescrip- tion and go in the kitchen and hunt up the things and lay them out for me. I '11 sit up with my patient the rest of the night, Doctor ; I can't trust Nancy, she could n*t make Luigi take the medicine. Of course you *11 drop in again during the day. Have you got any more directions ? " " No, I believe not, Aunt Patsy. If I don't get in earlier, I '11 be along by early candlelight, JJ^ anyway. Meantime, don't allow him to get out of his bed." Angelo said, with calm determination — '* I shall be baptized at two o'clock. Noth- ing but death shall prevent me." The doctor said nothing aloud, but to him- self he said : - ' ^^ ^ ''Why, this chap s got a manly side, after Lr-rZ^J all! Physically he *s a coward, but morally he 's a Hon, I Ml go and tell the others about 27 4i8 Those Extraordinary Twins. this ; it will raise him a good deal in their estimation — and the public will follow their lead, of course." Privately, Aunt Patsy applauded too, and was proud of Angelo's courage in the moral field as she was of Luigi's in the field of honor. The boy Henry was troubled, but the boy Joe said, inaudibly, and gratefully, ** We *re all hunky, after all ; and no postponement oa account of the weather.'' ^1 ''r^Mt V %. Digitized by Google CHAPTER VIII. \U ^-U^ W \.l' By nine o'clock the town was humming with the news of the midnight duel, and there were but two opinions about it : one, that Luigi*s pluck in the field was most praiseworthy and Angelo's flight most scan- dalous; the other, that Angelo's courage in flying the field for conscience' sake was as '^ fine and creditable as was Luigi's in holding » ^ the field in the face of the bullets. The one opinion was held by half of the town, the other one was maintained by the other half. The division was clean and exact, and it made two parties, an Angelo party and a Luigi party. The twins had suddenly become popular idols along with Pudd'nhead Wilson, and haloed with a glory as intense as his. "^ ^^^ The children talked the duel all the way ^-\<'.^^ '"' Sunday-school, their elders talked it all the ,^.^f"' % 419 V\ •"•'■*"'. •■Piii Digitized by Google 420 Those Extraordinary Twins. 4 •y" way to church, the choir discussed it behind their red curtain, it usurped the place of pious thought in the " nigger gallery." By noon the doctor had added the news, and spread it, that Count Angelo, in spite of his wound and all warnings and supplications, '^'^'"^'was resolute in his determination to be bap- tised at the hour appointed. This swept the v3?j2^=^town like wildfire, and mightily reinforced the / (^ <' VV?" enthusism of the Angelo faction, who said, ^ .^ a3^ * ^^ ^"y doubted that it was moral courage vw.,^ ^h^t tQQ]^ hiPTi from the field, what have they to say now ! " •-» .'^,'> ,.^ "4 ^^ Still the excitement grew. All the morn- ^/» S /p^"S '^ ^'^^ traveling countrywards, toward all ^^^%i^_ i^jj^'" points of the compass ; so, whereas before only ly -7^^, • the farmers and their wives were intendincr to ^^^J'^ come and witness the remarkable baptism, a . — general holiday was now proclaimed and the ^~#i^-ichildren and negroes admitted to the privileges >^f^ of the occasion. All the farms for ten miles f ^' around were vacated, all the converging roads emptied long processions of wagons, horses and yeomanry into the town. The pack and cram of i^eople vastly exceeded any that had ever Those Extraordinary Twins. 421 been seen in that sleepy region before. The only thing that had ever even approached it, was the time long gone by, but never forgot- ten, nor even referred to without wonder and pride, when two circuses and a Fourth of July fell together. But the glory of that occasion was extinguished, now, for good. It was but a freshet to this deluge. The great invasion massed itself on the river bank and waited hungrily for the im- mense event. Waited, and wondered if it would really happen, or if the twin who was not a ** professor " would stand out and prevent it. But they were not to be disappointed, Angelo w^s as good as his word. He came attended by an escort of honor composed of several hundred of the best citizt^ns, all of the Angelo party ; and when the immersion was finished they escorted him back home; and would even have carried him on their shoul- ders, but that people might think they were carrying Luigl Far into the night the citizens continued to discuss a mated pair o Vw 422 Those Extraordinary Twins. and exalted the past twenty-four hours above any other twenty-four in the history of their town for picturesqueness and splendid inter- est ; and long before the lights were out and burghers asleep it had been decided on all hands that in capturing these twins Dawson s Landing had drawn a prize in the great lot- tery of municipal fortune. At midnight Angelo was sleeping peacefully. His immersion had not harmed him, it had merely made him wholesomely drowsy, and he had been dead asleep many hours now. It had made Luigi drowsy, too, but he had got only brief naps, on account of his having to take the medicine every three-quarters of an hour — and Annt Betsy Hale was there to see that he did it. When he complained and resisted, she was quietly firm with him, and said in a low voice : '* No— no, that won't do; you must n't talk, and you must n't retch and gag that way, either — you Ml wake up your poor brother." " Well what of^it, Aunt Betsy, he " '' 'Sh-h ! Don't make a noise, dear. You Digitized by 'Google Those Extraordinary Twins. 423 must n't forget that your poor brother is sick and " - Sick, is he ? Well, I wish I " " Sh-h-h ! Will you be quiet, Luigi ! Here, now, take the rest of it — don't keep me hold- ing the dipper all night. I declare if you have n't left a good fourth of it in the bottom ! Come — that 's a good boy." " Aunt Betsy, don't make me ! I feel like I Ve swallowed a cemetery ; I do, indeed. Do let me rest a little — ^just a little ; I can't take any more of the devilish stuff, now." " Luigi ! Using such language here, and Tiim just baptised ! Do you want the roof to fall on you ? " '* I wish to goodness it would ! " ** Why, you dreadful thing ! I 've a good notion to — let that blanket alone ; do you want your brother to catch his death ? " " Aunt Betsy, I 've got to have it off, I 'm being roasted alive ; nobody could stand it — you could n't, yourself." " Now, then, you 'resneefing again — I just expected it. " ** Because I 've caught a cold in my head. 424 Those Extraordinary Twins. * t •4 I always do, when I go in the water with my clothes on. And it takes me weeks to get over it, too. I think it was a shame to serve me so." *' Luigi, you are unreasonable; you know very well they could n't baptise him dry. I should think you would be willing to under- go a little inconvenience for your brother's sake." ** Inconvenience ! Now how you talk. Aunt Betsy. I came as near as anything to getting drowned — you saw that, yourself ; and do you call this inconvenience ? — the room shut up as tight as a drum, and so hot the mosquitoes are trying to get out ; and a cold in the head, and dying for sleep and no chance to get any on account of this infamous medi- cine that that assassin prescri " *' There, you 're sneezing again. I 'm going down and mix some more of this truck for you, dear." Digitized by Google CHAPTER IX. During Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday the twins grew steadily worse ; but then the doctor was summoned south to attend his mother's funeral and they got well in forty- eight hours. They appeared on the street on Friday, and were welcomed with enthusiasm by the new-born parties, the Luigi and Angelo factions. The Luigi faction carried its strength into the Democratic party, the An- gelo faction entered into a combination with the Whigs. The Democrats nominated Luigi for alderman under the new city government, and the Whigs put up Angelo against him. The Democrats nominated Pudd'nhead Wil- son for mayor, and he was left alone in this glory, for the Whigs had no man who was \| willing to enter the lists against such a formi- dable opponent. No politician had scored -42? i, /'.'f FRMAhlf ' •n^Tuo^' \ Count ^11 ^•: Digitized by Google 426 Those Extraordinary Twins. such a compliment as this before in the histoiy of the Mississippi Valley. The political campaign in Dawson's Land- ing opened in a pretty warm fashion, and waxed hotter every week. Luigi's whole heart was in it, and even Angelo developed a sur- prising amount of interest — which was natural, because he was not merely representing Whig- ism, a matter of no consequence to him, but he was representing something immensely finer and greater — to wit, Reform. In him was cen- tred the hopes of the whole reform element of the town ; he was the chosen and admired champion of every clique that had a pet re- form of any sort or kind at heart. He was president of the great Teetotaller's Union, its chiefest prophet and mouthpiece. But as the canvass went on, troubles began to spring up all around — troubles for the twins, and through them for all the parties and segments and fractions of parties. When- j ever Luigi had possession of the legs, he car- ried Angelo to balls, rum shops. Sons of Liberty parades, horse races, campaign riots, and everywhere else that could damage him with his party and the church ; and when it Digitized by Google Those Extraordinary Twins. 427 was Angelo's week he carried Luigi diligently to all manner of moral and religious gather- ings, doing his best to regain the ground he had lost before. As a result of these double performances, there was a storm blowing all the time, an ever rising storm, too — a storm of frantic criticism of the twins, and rage over their extravagant, incomprehensible conduct. Luigi had the final chance. The legs were his for the closing w^eek of the canvas. He led his brother a fearful dance. But he saved his best card for the very eve of the election. There was to be a grand turn-out of the Teetotaller's Union that day, and Angelo was to march at the head of the procession and deliver a great oration after- ward. Luigi drank a couple of glasses of whiskey — which steadied his nerves and clari- fied his mind, but made Angelo drunk. Everybody who saw the march, saw that the Champion of the Teetotallers was half seas over, and noted also that his brother* who made no hypocritical protensions to extra temperance virtues, was dignified and sober. This eloquent fact could not be unfruitful at the end of a hot political canvass. At the 428 Those Extraordinary Twins. 4 ■".-I. mas? meeting Angelo tried to make his great temperance oration but was so discommoded by hiccoughs and thickness of tongue that he had to give it up ; then drowsiness overtook him and his head drooped against Luigi's and he went to sleep. Luigi apologized for him, and was going on to improve his oppor- tunity with an appeal for a moderation of what he called ** the prevailing teetotal madness," but persons in the audience began to howl and throw things at him, and then the meeting rose in wrath and chased him home. This episode was a crusher for Angelo in another way. It destroyed his chances with Rowena* Those chances had been growing, u'^ht along, for two months. Rowena had partly confessed that she loved him, but wanted time to consider Now the tender dream was ended, and she told him so, the moment he was sober enough to understand. She said slve would never marry a man who drank. "But I don't drink," he pleaded. '*That is nothing to the point," she said, coldly, " you get drunk, and that is worse." [There was a long and sufficiently idiotic discussion here» whscli t ntk^d ;is reported in a previous note.] CHAPTER X. V^ ^ 4 Dawson's Landing had a week of repose, after the election, and it needed it, for the frantic and variegated nightmare which had tormented it all through the preceding week had left it limp, haggard and exhausted at the end. It got the week of repose because Angelo had the legs, and was in too subdued a condition to want to go out and mingle with an irritated community that had come to distrust and detest him because there was such a lack of harmony between his morals, which were confessedly excellent, and his T I i^J^, methods of illustrating them, which were dis- ^ ' tinctly damnable. The new city officers were sworn in on the following Monday — at least all but Luigj, There was a complication in his case. His election was conceded, but he could not sit 429 ==^V Digitized by Google 430 Those Extraordinary Twins. BOARD ALOEf?MEN in the board of aldermen without his brother, and his brother could not sit there because he was not a member. There seemed to be no way out of the difficulty but to carry the matter into the courts, so this was resolved upon. The case was set for the Monday fortnight. In due course the time arrived. In the meantime the city government had been at a stand-still, because without Luigi there was a tie in the board of aldermen, zn — \^mZ^ whereas with him the liquor interest — the richest in the political field — would have one ' majority. But the court decided that Angelo could not sit in the board with him, either in public or executive sessions, and at the same time forbade the board to deny admission to Luigi, a fairly and legally chosen alderman. The case was carried up and up from court to court, yet still the same old original decis- ion was confirmed every time. As a result, the city government not only stood still, with its hands tied, but everything it was created to protect and care 'for went a steady gait toward rack and ruin. There was no way to levy a tax, so the minor officals had I. •», ^f^j. 'li 'Pi,- 'Ltized by Google Those Extraordinary Twins. 431 to resign or starve ; therefore they resigned. There being no city money, the enormous legal expenses on both sides had to be de- frayed by private subscription. But at last the people came to their senses, and said — " Pudd'nhead was right, at the start — we ought to have hired the oflficial half of that human phillipene to resign ; but it's too late, now ; some of us have n*t got anything left to hire him with." " Yes, we have," said another citizen, "we've got this " — and he produced a halter. Many shouted, '* That 's the ticket" But others said, " No — Count Angelo is innocent ; we must n't hang him." "Who said anything about hanging him? We are only going to hang the other one." " Then that is all right — there is no objec- tion to that." So they hanged Luigi. And so ends the history of " Those Extraordinary Twins." ^' ' Ji^v-- ^"V*",.. - ^-^ v^ ^j(/ Digitized by Google FINAL REMARKS. r As you see, it was an extravagant sort of a tale, and had no purpose but to exhibit that monstrous ** freak ** in all sorts of grotesque lights. But when Roxy wandered into the tale she had to be fur- nished with something to do ; so she changed the children in the cradle : this necessitated the invention of a reason for it ; this in turn resulted in making the children prominent personages — nothing could prevent it, of course. Their career began to take a tragic aspect, and some one had to be brought in to help work the machinery; so Pudd'nhead Wilson was introduced and taken on trial. By this time the whole show was being run by the new people and in their interest, and the original show was be- come side-tracked and forgotten ; the twin-monster and the heroine and the lads and the old ladies had dwindled to inconsequentialities and were merely in the way. Their story was one story, the new people's story was another story, and there was no connection between them, no interdependence, no kinship. It is not practicable or rational to try to tell two stories at the same time ; so I dug out the farce and left the tragedy. The reader already knew how the expert works, he knows now how the other kind do it. MARK TWAIN. Digitized by Google Digitized by Google Digitized by Google Digitized by Google Digitized by Google \\ ^^ I Digitized by Google