Claude to take care of him； if he felt he could undertake the journey in
two days more。
He was able； and he was eager to go； for he longed for that sunny island；
and for the quiet peace of the Allen home。 His niece； Mrs。 Loomis； came
up to spend the last evening in Stormfield； a happy evening full of quiet
talk； and next morning； in the old closed carriage that had been his
wedding…gift； he was driven to the railway station。 This was on January
4； 1910。
He was to sail next day； and that night； at Mr。 Loomis's； Howells came
in； and for an hour or two they reviewed some of the questions they had
so long ago settled； or left forever unsettled； and laid away。 I
remember that at dinner Clemens spoke of his old Hartford butler； George；
and how he had once brought George to New York and introduced him at the
various publishing houses as his friend； with curious and sometimes
rather embarrassing results。
The talk drifted to sociology and to the labor…unions； which Clemens
defended as being the only means by which the workman could obtain
recognition of his rights。
Howells in his book mentions this evening； which he says 〃was made
memorable to me by the kind； clear； judicial sense with which he
explained and justified the labor…unions as the sole present help of the
weak against the strong。〃
They discussed dreams； and then in a little while Howells rose to go。 I
went also； and as we walked to his near…by apartment he spoke of Mark
Twain's supremacy。 He said：
〃I turn to his books for cheer when I am down…hearted。 There was never
anybody like him； there never will be。〃
Clemens sailed next morning。 They did not meet again。
CCXCI
LETTERS FROM BERMUDA
Stormfield was solemn and empty without Mark Twain； but he wrote by every
steamer； at first with his own hand； and during the last week by the hand
of one of his enlisted secretariessome member of the Allen family
usually Helen。 His letters were full of brightness and pleasantry
always concerned more or less with business matters； though he was no
longer disturbed by them； for Bermuda was too peaceful and too far away；
and； besides； he had faith in the Mark Twain Company's ability to look
after his affairs。 I cannot do better； I believe； than to offer some
portions of these letters here。
He reached Bermuda on the 7th of January； 1910； and on the 12th he wrote：
Again I am living the ideal life。 There is nothing to mar it but
the bloody…minded bandit Arthur；＇A small playmate of Helen's of
whom Clemens pretended to be fiercely jealous。 Once he wrote a
memorandum to Helen： 〃Let Arthur read this book。 There is a page in
it that is poisoned。〃＇ who still fetches and carries Helen。
Presently he will be found drowned。 Claude comes to Bay House twice
a day to see if I need any service。 He is invaluable。 There was a
military lecture last night at the Officers' Mess Prospect； as the
lecturer honored me with a special urgent invitation； and said he
wanted to lecture to me particularly； I naturally took Helen and her
mother into the private carriage and went。
As soon as we landed at the door with the crowd the Governor came to
me& was very cordial。 I 〃met up〃 with that charming Colonel Chapman
＇we had known him on the previous visit＇ and other officers of the
regiment & had a good time。
A few days later he wrote：
Thanks for your letter & for its contenting news of the situation in
that foreign & far…off & vaguely remembered country where you &
Loomis & Lark and other beloved friends are。
I had a letter from Clara this morning。 She is solicitous & wants
me well & watchfully taken care of。 My； my； she ought to see Helen
& her parents & Claude administer that trust。 Also she says； 〃I
hope to hear from you or Mr。 Paine very soon。〃
I am writing her & I know you will respond to your part of her
prayer。 She is pretty desolate now after Jean's emancipationthe
only kindness that God ever did that poor； unoffending child in all
her hard life。
Send Clara a copy of Howells's gorgeous letter。
The 〃gorgeous letter〃 mentioned was an appreciation of his recent Bazar
article； 〃The Turning…Point in My Life；〃 and here follows：
January 18； 1910。
DEAR CLEMENS；While your wonderful words are warm in my mind yet I
want to tell you what you know already： that you never wrote
anything greater； finer； than that turning…point paper of yours。
I shall feel it honor enough if they put on my tombstone 〃He was
born in the same century and general section of Middle Western
country with Dr。 S。 L。 Clemens； Oxon。； and had his degree three
years before him through a mistake of the University。〃
I hope you are worse。 You will never be riper for a purely
intellectual life； and it is a pity to have you lagging along with a
worn…out material body on top of your soul。
Yours ever；
W。 D。 HOWELLS。
On the margin of this letter Clemens had written：
I reckon this spontaneous outburst from the first critic of the day
is good to keep； ain't it； Paine？
January 24th he wrote again of his contentment：
Life continues here the same as usual。 There isn't a fault in it…
good times； good home； tranquil contentment all day & every day
without a break。 I know familiarly several very satisfactory people
& meet them frequently： Mr。 Hamilton； the Sloanes； Mr。 & Mrs。 Fells；
Miss Waterman； & so on。 I shouldn't know how to go about bettering
my situation。
On February 5th he wrote that the climate and condition of his health
might require him to stay in Bermuda pretty continuously； but that he
wished Stormfield kept open so that he might come to it at any time。 And
he added：
Yesterday Mr。 Allen took us on an excursion in Mr。 Hamilton's big
motor…boat。 Present： Mrs。 Allen； Mr。 & Mrs。 & Miss Sloane； Helen；
Mildred Howells； Claude； & me。 Several hours' swift skimming over
ravishing blue seas； a brilliant sun； also a couple of hours of
picnicking & lazying under the cedars in a secluded place。
The Orotava is arriving with a6o passengers…I shall get letters by
her； no doubt。
P。 S。…Please send me the Standard Unabridged that is on the table in
my bedroom。 I have no dictionary here。
There is no mention in any of these letters of his trouble； but he was
having occasional spasms of pain； though in that soft climate they would
seem to have come with less frequency； and there was so little to disturb
him； and much that contributed to his peace。 Among the callers at the
Bay House to see him was Woodrow Wilson； and the two put in some pleasant
hours at miniature golf； 〃putting〃 on the Allen lawn。 Of course a
catastrophe would come along now and thensuch things could not always
be guarded against。 In a letter toward the end of February he wrote：
It is 2。30 in the morning & I am writing because I can't sleep。
I can't sleep because a professional pianist is coming to…morrow
afternoon to play for me。 My God！ I wouldn't allow Paderewski or
Gabrilowitsch to do that。 I would rather have a leg amputated。
I knew he was coming； but I never dreamed it was to play for me。
When I heard the horrible news 4 hours ago； be d…d if I didn't
come near screaming。 I meant to slip out and be absent； but now I
can't。 Don't pray for me。 The thing is just as d…d bad as it can
be already。
Clemens's love for music did not include the piano； except for very
gentle melodies； and he probably did not anticipate these from a
professional player。 He did not report the sequel of the matter； but it
is likely that his imagination had discounted its tortures。 Sometimes
his letters were pure nonsense。 Once he sent a sheet； on one side of
which was written：
BAY HOUSE；
March s； 1910。
Received of S。 L。 C。
Two Dollars and Forty Cents
in return for my promise to believe everything he says
hereafter。
HELEN S。 ALLEN。
and on the reverse：
FOR SALE
The proprietor of the hereinbefore mentioned Promise desires to part
with it on account of ill health and obliged to go away somewheres
so as to let it recipricate； and will take any reasonable amount for
it above 2 percent of its face because experienced parties think it
will not keep but only a little while in this kind of weather & is a
kind of proppity that don't give a cuss for cold storage nohow。
Clearly； however serious Mark Twain regarded his physical condition； he
did not allow it to make him gloomy。 He wrote that matters were going
everywhere to his satisfaction； that Clara was happy； that his household
and business affairs no longer troubled him； that his personal
surroundings were of the pleasantest sort。 Sometimes he w