Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1898-12-10
STORIES OF THE DAY.
How Mark Twain Amused the Kaiser by
Criticising Cooper's Novels.

Inc American minister to Germany when
Ma. marx Twain tirst met William H., said
the Ladies' Home Journal. 'DThe, Kais-
err said Mr.. PHELPS was then ON
speaking terms with but one. American
personages usually have series of $ SCI e.
speeches ready for emergencies. But
William opened the conversation with Il
reference to The Last of the Mohcans,
man Of the world would have listened to
bis Majesty's remarks with gravity
91e er, an ar apostle OF well-bred bore,
have. done all the talking throughout the
evening. But not so Mark Twain. He
told His Majesty that he had come across
copy of The Pathfinder quite recently.
est thing out.
And then he went on to speak of the
moceasined person treading INTO the
tracks of the moccasined enemy and lnus
hiding his own trail, and the master OF
Wooderaft who had always a profusion
of dry twigs ready on which somebody
stepped; thereby alarming al, the reds
around. He led His Majesty in the
track of a cannon ball across the plain
through dense fog and invited him to
try and steer his Yacht Hohenzollern in
gale for. particular spot on shore
where he knew of an undertow that
would hold her back against the gale and
save her. as one of Cooper's shippers
e. L
esty forgot all about his fine set phrases
and his desire to impress Mr.. Clemens.
and gave himself up to the enjoyment OF
American humor. it's extravaganza, its
gether the whole evening"" concluded
Mr.. Phelps, land the rest of the COM
pany received very little attention from
either of them"
ZANGWILL'S FRONT NAME.
Israel Zangwill, the Hebrew critic and
novelist, who visited Chicago lately, an
swered pertinent question and con-
veyed some information to the questioner
at Southside literary club some nights
ago.
One woman seemed particularly inter-
ested, and she piled him with all manner
family, about himself and about his opin-
ions, to the exclusion of several other
people who. We're trying to get in word
with the distinguished man.
What is your Christian name, Mr..
Zangwill?' the inquistive member final
ly asked.
cool reply. MY given name is Israel"
During the laugh which followed Fang
will escaped her.
MIR. MOODY'S CAUTION.
One evening in San Francisco, Evange-
list Moody sat in his room at the hotel
playing a game of cards with Mrs. Moody
and two friends. when a messenger
CdIile III with Il UlSpdlc0. AS tle boy
stood waiting for a reply Mr.. Moody sud
denly asked: Wont you sit down, my
lad, and have a game of authors with
us?' The boy declined and soon left the
room. Hardly had the door closed when
Mrs. Moody said: Why, Dwight, what
made you think of inviting that boy L,
sit down and play with u.s." MY dear, "
replied Moody, don't you see. If l had
not called the boys attention to the fact
that we We're playing authors all the
morning papers would certainly have an
nounced under big headlines that D. L.
Moody had been discovered in San
Francisco hotel engaged in game OF
cards?"
PRESIDENT FAURE'S IRREVER-
ENCE.
Here is a laughable and true little an
ecdote about President taure's historic
visit to st. Petersburg. which now sees
the light in print for, believe. the first
time, writes 7. p. OConnor in NJ. A. Z.
1t seems that the Cathedral of SIS. Peter
and Paul at St. Petersburg has a remark
able repeating echo. which is nowhere SO
the subterranean crypt where the famous
collection of holy relics is stored. More
over, as might be expected the APP
proaches to the crypt are somewhat
draughty. Just at the moment when, in
solemn silence, the group of ecclesiasti-
cal and other dignitaries in attendance
on the President and Gar We're usher
ing their illustrious visitors into the hal
lowed vaults, NJ. Faures voice was heard
in the half darkness to this effect: Mol
lard!'
Immediately, and as if by enchantment,
innNmerable other cerie voices rcSound-
ed and re-echoed the fateful word or
all sides:
"Mollard. Mollard, Mo-oll-l-rd!'
M. Mollard is Il diplomatist of sorts
but it was distinctly uncanny to hear his
homely name laundering away thus in
the obscurity of the crypt. The Russian
clergy present were scandalized; the lay
men were aStounded.
But establishment became sheer stuper-
faction when the Presidents voice droned
out once more:
MY hat.'
And once more the noisy echoes took
up the words. and banded them to and
fro among the gloomy arches: My
hat, my hat-my ha-at!'
NJ Mollard brougAl the Presidents hat
And NJ. Faure Immediately and uncon-
sciously on the cause of the Third Re
public much mischief by putting it on
while he made his o)eisance to the sa-
cred rencs of the Imperial Church OF
Russia.