I wrote you and Twichell on the same night, about the game, and was appalled to get a note from him saying he was going to print part of my letter, and was going to do it before I could get a chance to forbid it.
I telegraphed him, but was of course too late.
If you haven't ever tried to invent an indoor historical game, don't.
I've got the thing at last so it will work, I guess, but I don't want any more tasks of that kind.When I wrote you, I thought I had it; whereas Iwas only merely entering upon the initiatory difficulties of it.I might have known it wouldn't be an easy job, or somebody would have invented a decent historical game long ago--a thing which nobody had done.I think I've got it in pretty fair shape--so I have caveated it.
Earl of Onston--is that it? All right, we shall be very glad to receive them and get acquainted with them.And much obliged to you, too.
There's plenty of worse people than the nobilities.I went up and spent a week with the Marquis and the Princess Louise, and had as good a time as I want.
I'm powerful glad you are all back again; and we will come up there if our little tribe will give us the necessary furlough; and if we can't get it, you folks must come to us and give us an extension of time.We get home Sept.11.
Hello, I think I see Waring coming!
Good-by-letter from Clark, which explains for him.
Love to you all from the CLEMENSES.
No--it wasn't Waring.I wonder what the devil has become of that man.
He was to spend to-day with us, and the day's most gone, now.
We are enjoying your story with our usual unspeakableness; and I'm right glad you threw in the shipwreck and the mystery--I like it.Mrs.Crane thinks it's the best story you've written yet.We--but we always think the last one is the best.And why shouldn't it be? Practice helps.
P.S.I thought I had sent all our loves to all of you, but Mrs.Clemens says I haven't.Damn it, a body can't think of everything; but a woman thinks you can.I better seal this, now--else there'll be more criticism.
I perceive I haven't got the love in, yet.Well, we do send the love of all the family to all the Howellses.
S.L.C.
There had been some delay and postponement in the matter of the play which Howells and Clemens agreed to write.They did not put in the entire month of October as they had planned, but they did put in a portion of that month, the latter half, working out their old idea.
In the end it became a revival of Colonel Sellers, or rather a caricature of that gentle hearted old visionary.Clemens had always complained that the actor Raymond had never brought out the finer shades of Colonel Sellers's character, but Raymond in his worst performance never belied his original as did Howells and Clemens in his dramatic revival.These two, working together, let their imaginations run riot with disastrous results.The reader can judge something of this himself, from The American Claimant the book which Mark Twain would later build from the play.
But at this time they thought it a great triumph.They had "cracked their sides" laughing over its construction, as Howells once said, and they thought the world would do the same over its performance.They decided to offer it to Raymond, but rather haughtily, indifferently, because any number of other actors would be waiting for it.
But this was a miscalculation.Raymond now turned the tables.Though favorable to the idea of a new play, he declared this one did not present his old Sellers at all, but a lunatic.In the end he returned the MS.
with a brief note.Attempts had already been made to interest other actors, and would continue for some time.
