. St. Nicholas [serial]. h con-certs and sometimes a military drill. A music-teacher on the floor below did not care for them— they disturbed his class. He was furious, infact, and assailed the boys roughly at first, with I9i6.] THE BOYS LIFE OF MARK TWAIN 213 no result but to make matters worse. Then hetried gentleness and succeeded. The boys stoppedtheir capers and joined his class. Sam, especially,became a distinguished member of that was never a great musician, but with hisgood nature, his humor, his slow quaint speechand originality he had no rival in was twenty, now
. St. Nicholas [serial]. h con-certs and sometimes a military drill. A music-teacher on the floor below did not care for them— they disturbed his class. He was furious, infact, and assailed the boys roughly at first, with I9i6.] THE BOYS LIFE OF MARK TWAIN 213 no result but to make matters worse. Then hetried gentleness and succeeded. The boys stoppedtheir capers and joined his class. Sam, especially,became a distinguished member of that was never a great musician, but with hisgood nature, his humor, his slow quaint speechand originality he had no rival in was twenty, now, and much with young la-dies, yet he was always a beau rather than a lean far over to apply it, just when he was mostcomfortable. Sam Clemens never liked unneces-sary exertion. One night, when the pipe hadgone out for the second time, he happened tohear the young book-clerk, Brownell, passing upto his room on the top floor. Sam called to , come here ! Brownell poked his head in the door. Thetwo were great BAITING THE HOOK FOR MK. rkOG. suitor, a good comrade to all, full of pranks andpleasantries, ready to stop and be merry withany that came along. If they prophesied con-cerning his future, it is not likely that they spokeof literary fame. They thought him just easy-going and light-minded. True, they noticed thathe often carried a book under his arm —a his-tory, a volume of Dickens, or the tales of Poe. He read more than any one guessed. At night,propped up in bed —a habit continued until hisdeath—he was likely to read until a late enjoyed smoking at such times, and had madehimself a pipe with a large bowl which stood onthe floor and had a long rubber stem, somethinglike the Turkish hubble-bubble. He liked to fillthe big bowl and smoke at ease through the en-tire evening. But sometimes the pipe went out,which meant that he must strike a match and What will you have, Sam? he asked. Come in, Ed; Henry s asleep, and I m introuble. I want somebody to
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