he great
career which in a sense now had been completed since he had touched
its highest point. There was no billiard-table at Tuxedo, and he spoke
expectantly of getting back to town and the games there, also of the
new home which was then building in Redding, and which would have a
billiard-room where we could assemble daily--my own habitation being not
far away. Various diversions were planned for Redding; among them was
discussed a possible school of philosophy, such as Hawthorne and Emerson
and Alcott had established at Concord.

He spoke quite freely of his English experiences, but usually of the
more amusing phases. He almost never referred to the honors that had
been paid to him, yet he must have thought of them sometimes, and
cherished them, for it had been the greatest national tribute ever paid
to a private citizen; he must have known that in his heart. He spoke
amusingly of his visit to Marie Corelli, in Stratford, and of the Holy
Grail incident, ending the latter by questioning--in words at least--all
psychic manifestations. I said to him:

"But remember your own dream, Mr. Clemens, which presaged the death of
your brother."

He answered: "I ask nobody to believe that it ever happened. To me it is
true; but it has no logical right to be true, and I do not expect belief
in it." Which I thought a peculiar point of view, but on the whole
characteristic.

He was invited to be a special guest at the Jamestown Exposition on
Fulton Day, in September, and Mr. Rogers lent him his yacht in which
to make the trip. It was a break in the summer's monotonies, and the
Jamestown honors must have reminded him of those in London. When he
entered the auditorium where the services were to be held there was a
demonstration which lasted more than five minutes. Every person in the
hall rose and cheered, waving handkerchiefs and umbrellas. He made
them a brief, amusing talk on Fulton and other matters, then introduced
Admiral Harrington, who delivered a masterly address and was followed
by Martin W. Littleton, the real orator of the day. Littleton acquitted
himself so notably that Mark Twain conceived for him a deep admiration,
and the two men quickly became friends. They saw each other often
during the remainder of the Jamestown stay, and Clemens, learning that
Littleton lived just across Ninth Street from him in New York, invited
him to come over when he had an evening to spare and join the billiard
games.

So it happened