Seattle daily post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, W.T. [Wash.]) 1881-1888, 1886-07-07
aFaaIls Aaegf IN FWAIE.

Mr.. Steve Gillis. printer and Journal
lgt, was tbs friend and room-mats 81
Marx Twain IN The cid days when thG
latter vas q reporter on the San Fran.
cisco CAD. They had likewise suffered
and triEmphed together in the saee.
hru8h. the dusty green foliage of which
they frequently auuoeeded In turning d
q bright red. Mark vas and Is very
nervous man. Small annoyanoea robbed
bis life ef swealneas and light. Steve
bad no nerves. and il gave him Z mali0u
pleasure % experimona on those Of Ar
Clemens.
astsve.n = cried Marx, IN an aaonizod
voice. shaking his bedfalloW Oul of "a
apparently profound alumbaF, " do YOU
hear that mouse-thai Internal. Qnaw.
ing mousel Ifa driving me Wild.n
%, hang The muuseF Rfoglod gu
lis turning over and snoring Oaionta'
tiously.
Il wasn't = mouse, bnt . listie ma,
chine which Steve vas privately work.
inR with string for the benevolent pnF.
pose Of toFtgFing his friend.
Mark lay and wriihed. aud cursed
and ianashed bis teeth. He cried ahoo
and beat upon the headboard. He col
up and threw things under tha bed
and walked around the room, and wrunf
his hands. aud moiatened his profanity
with. tears Of impotent evaporation
The mouse still Rnawed. and Twain pal
on bis clothes and went forth and paced
the streets till morning, leaving his toE.
mentor 70 rsyai il bed.
@Hallo, Sam, what II Gods nRmS
have you been doinQf" asked Gillia
another niQht, startled out Of q rsa
sleep this time, and sitiing up Ia bed
And 40 wonder he Waa startled. Marx
undressed, had Just entered the roam
In his hand be 6eld q japanese sword
aa sharp rs . razor, q priced Qift ffom
Bayard Taylor. This weapon vas drip.
ping With blood. 1hs clook struck mid
night.
ADamn hi1n, he'il never crew again,
exulied the assassin; but even ae b
erawled into bed the offending rooslel
sent forth g ok-a-doodle-doo thai
caused MARI 70 give q bowl Of fooled
vengeance and bury hie head under the
blankets. In the morning if vas dis
covered that his one furious stroke n
the chicken house had beFeft eight hens
Of their heads, but the rooster had es.
capped. He oQed his life 70 The fortun.
ate circumstance thai be alept-ol
rather croved-At the end II The
perch farthest from the door Of the
coop.
astsvel Steve, 1 say Cnrss you, wake
up," came hoarss and furious whisper
n, eStl;a.voL. .,S t..h.la n, oi.,,.
ems. clad only in his shirt, Standing By
the open window. The night was cold,
and Mr.. Clemens vas shiveFina vio.
lently. In bis shaking hand vas q
revolver.
. @steva," he plaaded, ayoa'rs warm
and your nerve ia eood. For Gods sake
gef up aud shoot this cas- for me. I've
besn 0nt 10 the yard for Al hour trying
10 Qet q bead on the brute, and nov
that he's there on the fence / can't
kill him. Oh, / know that ] can't
XII him, damn him. Get up, steve,
do.s
sOh, let The cat alone"
what. Yon won't Get up~ Mark
exclaimed. Thea. b. the Creator that
made me. Steve Gillis, III shoot you.
rm shaky, bat can DO THAI, Il ! oan'l
hit che omt.n p
And MF. GiIlis aross and sles the cal
10 soif-defensa, and Mark Twain went
cut and brought In & bottle. and aat
40 until sanriss 70 celebrate the exe-
sution.