Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1903-01-17
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f, which Davenport said were either by
Carrot or Hogarth, he wasn't quite sure
! which
"rhere used to be an artist IN Silver
| ton, he began but az that moment the
hail was filed with the perfume Of a
| pipe compared with which those Of Pan
would have been feeble and u was
Mark Twain himself, IN slippers ana
very comfortable morning attire. who
stood before u.s. looking better than
The best pictures Of him either OF US
had ever seen.
I'VE came 10 draw your picture. NJ
Twain, said Davenport chat Is, | did.
He'-here the cartOonlst Indicated me
--"oame 10 hear you talk
"Ah," said the humorist IN O yolc'
that took several minutes 70 pass
given point come M here"
lie piloted US into a little room Ia
one corner o. the house, room hllee
I with books, magazines papers. Boxes
OF cigars, cOrnc0b pipes cans OF tobae-
co and matches in about equal proper
tiCnH.
Through one Of the windows we
could See the Hudson with a steam
boat passing now ana then, TO tempt
the master Of the house 90 90 down
there and grasp the spokes of wheel
The others look out on grass ana trees,
abundance of both. for the Twain place
Is a trifle smaller than Central pa.k
There Is no describing Mark TWaih.
Davenpotts pictures Of him are better
tnan descriptions. better than photo
graphs. Tho shook OF hair is not quite
so heavy as Il uged TO be but the eye
bows are Just as long. and the mus
tache just as dropping az Of old Time
has written great many wrinkles on
his brow, but it has taken pains with
ihc job, and the wrinkles are like the
Picture writing on d totem pole.
You can read IN them the story OF
that time when Twain and Higbce
struck a blind lead. aud were million.
aires for a week. You can declpher the
tale Of the little boy who wandered
" and down the big Mississippi steam
boat and filed himself with JOY You
can see the mark OF the mining camp,
the imprint Of the Hannibal newspaper
the llaes worn by the intrusions OF
lightning rod agents the stupidity OF
European guides the heartlessness OF
city editors, the vandalism Of French
translators Of "The Jumping Frog OF
Calavetas County"
IL Is a kindly. gentle face one would
never suspect that grim irony and saw
age satire lie beneath 1t. ready 10
rouse at some fresh contact with the
shams and affectations OF shamming
end affected world
We sat for while and said nothing.
Tho hnmorist pulled steadily on his
reeking pipe, now and then stroking
the papers on the arm OF his char
lovingly, as II longed TO begin work
upon them again.
This hour" he said finally between
quarter past 10 and Hit isn't an
hour; only quarters Of an hour,
you know-ls the only time have for
visitors, Then people can come and
see me. Alter-my breakfast Is settled
and I am ready TO get to work
There was more silence, which Day.
export suddenly broke.
do you know, Mr.. Twain" he said
from behind his bristol board, that
you kept me from seeing Prince
Henry"
well, no; | can't say that that fact
is In my recollection"
That's right. You were AT the ban.
quet they gave him az the Waldorf. and
the minute you came into the room
followed you around and forgot that
the prince was there"