Another incident.I was in Hartford two or three days as a guest of the Rev.Joseph H.Twichell.I have held the rank of Honorary Uncle to his children for a quarter of a century,and I went out with him in the trolley-car to visit one of my nieces,who is at Miss Porter's famous school in Farmington.The distance is eight or nine miles.On the way,talking,I illustrated something with an anecdote.This is the anecdote:
Two years and a half ago I and the family arrived at Milan on our way to Rome,and stopped at the Continental.After dinner I went below and took a seat in the stone-paved court,where the customary lemon-trees stand in the customary tubs,and said to myself,"Now this is comfort,comfort and repose,and nobody to disturb it;I do not know anybody in Milan."Then a young gentleman stepped up and shook hands,which damaged my theory.He said,in substance:
"You won't remember me,Mr.Clemens,but I remember you very well.I was a cadet at West Point when you and Rev.Joseph H.Twichell came there some years ago and talked to us on a Hundredth Night.I am a lieutenant in the regular army now,and my name is H.I am in Europe,all alone,for a modest little tour;my regiment is in Arizona."We became friendly and sociable,and in the course of the talk he told me of an adventure which had befallen him--about to this effect:
"I was at Bellagio,stopping at the big hotel there,and ten days ago Ilost my letter of credit.I did not know what in the world to do.I was a stranger;I knew no one in Europe;I hadn't a penny in my pocket;Icouldn't even send a telegram to London to get my lost letter replaced;my hotel bill was a week old,and the presentation of it imminent--so imminent that it could happen at any moment now.I was so frightened that my wits seemed to leave me.I tramped and tramped,back and forth,like a crazy person.If anybody approached me I hurried away,for no matter what a person looked like,I took him for the head waiter with the bill.
"I was at last in such a desperate state that I was ready to do any wild thing that promised even the shadow of help,and so this is the insane thing that I did.I saw a family lunching at a small table on the veranda,and recognized their nationality--Americans--father,mother,and several young daughters--young,tastefully dressed,and pretty--the rule with our people.I went straight there in my civilian costume,named my name,said I was a lieutenant in the army,and told my story and asked for help.
"What do you suppose the gentleman did?But you would not guess in twenty years.He took out a handful of gold coin and told me to help myself--freely.That is what he did."The next morning the lieutenant told me his new letter of credit had arrived in the night,so we strolled to Cook's to draw money to pay back the benefactor with.We got it,and then went strolling through the great arcade.Presently he said,"Yonder they are;come and be introduced."I was introduced to the parents and the young ladies;then we separated,and I never saw him or them any m---"Here we are at Farmington,"said Twichell,interrupting.
We left the trolley-car and tramped through the mud a hundred yards or so to the school,talking about the time we and Warner walked out there years ago,and the pleasant time we had.
We had a visit with my niece in the parlor,then started for the trolley again.Outside the house we encountered a double rank of twenty or thirty of Miss Porter's young ladies arriving from a walk,and we stood aside,ostensibly to let them have room to file past,but really to look at them.Presently one of them stepped out of the rank and said:
"You don't know me,Mr.Twichell;but I know your daughter,and that gives me the privilege of shaking hands with you."Then she put out her hand to me,and said:
"And I wish to shake hands with you too,Mr.Clemens.You don't remember me,but you were introduced to me in the arcade in Milan two years and a half ago by Lieutenant H."What had put that story into my head after all that stretch of time?Was it just the proximity of that young girl,or was it merely an odd accident?
