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Naples had just broken in under its load of ashes and cinders； and
crashed hundreds of people； and we asked each other if we were not sorry
we had not been there； where the pressure would have been far less
terrific than it was with us in Fifth Avenue。 The forbidden butler came
up with a message that there were some gentlemen below who wanted to see
Clemens。
〃How many？〃 he demanded。
〃Five；〃 the butler faltered。
〃Reporters？〃
The butler feigned uncertainty。
〃What would you do？〃 he asked me。
〃I wouldn't see them；〃 I said； and then Clemens went directly down to
them。 How or by what means he appeased their voracity I cannot say； but
I fancy it was by the confession of the exact truth； which was harmless
enough。 They went away joyfully； and he came back in radiant
satisfaction with having seen them。 Of course he was right and I wrong；
and he was right as to the point at issue between Gorky and those who had
helplessly treated him with such cruel ignominy。 In America it is not
the convention for men to live openly in hotels with women who are not
their wives。 Gorky had violated this convention and he had to pay the
penalty； and concerning the destruction of his efficiency as an emissary
of the revolution； his blunder was worse than a crime。
XXIV。
To the period of Clemens's residence in Fifth Avenue belongs his
efflorescence in white serge。 He was always rather aggressively
indifferent about dress； and at a very early date in our acquaintance
Aldrich and I attempted his reform by clubbing to buy him a cravat。
But he would not put away his stiff little black bow； and until he
imagined the suit of white serge； he wore always a suit of black serge；
truly deplorable in the cut of the sagging frock。 After his measure had
once been taken he refused to make his clothes the occasion of personal
interviews with his tailor； he sent the stuff by the kind elderly woman
who had been in the service of the family from the earliest days of his
marriage； and accepted the result without criticism。 But the white serge
was an inspiration which few men would have had the courage to act upon。
The first time I saw him wear it was at the authors' hearing before the
Congressional Committee on Copyright in Washington。 Nothing could have
been more dramatic than the gesture with which he flung off his long
loose overcoat； and stood forth in white from his feet to the crown of
his silvery head。 It was a magnificent coup； and he dearly loved a coup；
but the magnificent speech which he made； tearing to shreds the venerable
farrago of nonsense about nonproperty in ideas which had formed the basis
of all copyright legislation； made you forget even his spectacularity。
It is well known how proud he was of his Oxford gown； not merely because
it symbolized the honor in which he was held by the highest literary body
in the world； but because it was so rich and so beautiful。 The red and
the lavender of the cloth flattered his eyes as the silken black of the
same degree of Doctor of Letters； given him years before at Yale； could
not do。 His frank； defiant happiness in it； mixed with a due sense of
burlesque； was something that those lacking his poet…soul could never
imagine； they accounted it vain； weak； but that would not have mattered
to him if he had known it。 In his London sojourn he had formed the top…
hat habit； and for a while he lounged splendidly up and down Fifth Avenue
in that society emblem； but he seemed to tire of it； and to return kindly
to the soft hat of his Southwestern tradition。
He disliked clubs； I don't know whether he belonged to any in New York；
but I never met him in one。 As I have told； he himself had formed the
Human Race Club； but as he never could get it together it hardly counted。
There was to have been a meeting of it the time of my only visit to
Stormfield in April of last year； but of three who were to have come I
alone came。 We got on very well without the absentees； after finding
them in the wrong； as usual； and the visit was like those I used to have
with him so many years before in Hartford； but there was not the old
ferment of subjects。 Many things had been discussed and put away for
good； but we had our old fondness for nature and for each other； who were
so differently parts of it。 He showed his absolute content with his
house； and that was the greater pleasure for me because it was my son who
designed it。 The architect had been so fortunate as to be able to plan
it where a natural avenue of savins； the closeknit； slender； cypress…like
cedars of New England； led away from the rear of the villa to the little
level of a pergola； meant some day to be wreathed and roofed with vines。
But in the early spring days all the landscape was in the beautiful
nakedness of the northern winter。 It opened in the surpassing loveliness
of wooded and meadowed uplands； under skies that were the first days
blue； and the last gray over a rainy and then a snowy floor。 We walked
up and down； up and down； between the villa terrace and the pergola； and
talked with the melancholy amusement； the sad tolerance of age for the
sort of men and things that used to excite us or enrage us； now we were
far past turbulence or anger。 Once we took a walk together across the
yellow pastures to a chasmal creek on his grounds； where the ice still
knit the clayey banks together like crystal mosses； and the stream far
down clashed through and over the stones and the shards of ice。 Clemens
pointed out the scenery he had bought to give himself elbow…room； and
showed me the lot he was going to have me build on。 The next day we came
again with the geologist he had asked up to Stormfield to analyze its
rocks。 Truly he loved the place； though he had been so weary of change
and so indifferent to it that he never saw it till he came to live in it。
He left it all to the architect whom he had known from a child in the
intimacy which bound our families together； though we bodily lived far
enough apart。 I loved his little ones and he was sweet to mine and was
their delighted…in and wondered…at friend。 Once and once again； and yet
again and again； the black shadow that shall never be lifted where it
falls； fell in his house and in mine； during the forty years and more
that we were friends； and endeared us the more to each other。
XXV。
My visit at Stormfield came to an end with tender relucting on his part
and on mine。 Every morning before I dressed I heard him sounding my name
through the house for the fun of it and I know for the fondness； and if I
looked out of my door； there he was in his long nightgown swaying up and
down the corridor； and wagging his great white head like a boy that
leaves his bed and comes out in the hope of frolic with some one。 The
last morning a soft sugarsnow had fallen and was falling； and I drove
through it down to the station in the carriage which had been given him
by his wife's father when they were first married； and been kept all
those intervening years in honorable retirement for this final use。 Its
springs had not grown yielding with time； it had rather the stiffness and
severity of age； but for him it must have swung low like the sweet
chariot of the negro 〃spiritual〃 which I heard him sing with such fervor；
when those wonderful hymns of the slaves began to make their way
northward。 'Go Down； Daniel'； was one in which I can hear his quavering
tenor now。 He was a lover of the things he liked； and full of a passion
for them which satisfied itself in reading them matchlessly aloud。 No
one could read 'Uncle Remus' like him； his voice echoed the voices of the
negro nurses who told his childhood the wonderful tales。 I remember
especially his rapture with Mr。 Cable's 'Old Creole Days；' and the
thrilling force with which he gave the forbidding of the leper's brother
when the city's survey ran the course of an avenue through the cottage
where the leper lived in hiding： 〃Strit must not pass！〃
Out of a nature rich and fertile beyond any I have known； the material
given him by the Mystery that makes a man and then leaves him to make
himself over； he wrought a character of high nobility upon a foundation
of clear and solid truth。 At the last day he will not have to confess
anything； for all his life was the free knowledge of any one who would
ask him of it。 The Searcher of hearts will not bring him to shame at
that day； for he did not try to hide any of the things for which he was
often so bitterly sorry。 He knew where the Responsibility lay； and he
took a man's share of it bravely； but not the less fearlessly he left the
rest of the answer to the God who had imagined men。
It is in vain that I try to give a notion of the intensity with which he
pierced to the heart of life； and the breadth of vision with which he
compassed the whole world； and tried for the reason of things； and then
left trying。 We had other meetings； insignificantly sad and brief； but
the last time I saw him alive 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。
Next I saw him dead