Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1910-04-29
SAMUEL LANGHoRNE CLEMENS
"Mark Twain"

was almost unnoticeable. 1t was
simply cessation of pulse and res
pirat;on. At his bedside we're his
only living child, Clara, who is the
wife of Ossip Gabrilowitsch, the Rus
sian pianist; Albert Bigelow Paine,
his secretary and literary executor,
who was almost son to him; Drs.
Edward Quintard and Robert Halsey,
the heart specialists.
Tries in Vain to Write.
His last words were spoken at once
to his daughter. What they were she
only heard for they were faint and al
most inarticulate. Unable then to
speak, he grasped pad and pencil
the instant to write something-even
in the face of approaching senseless-
ness. He traced the words Give me
my glasses" With the spectacles ad-
justed he gazed at the paper, placed
his pencil to it as though to put down
some farewell message, then his
strength waned and the writing mate
rials slipped from his grip. He smiled
wearily at his daughter: then his
head sank back to the pillow and he
lapsed into coma before death.
Mourned for His Friends.
Angina pectoris. the doctors have it,
ended the life which every one who had
ever sailed with Samuel Langhorne Glenn
ems hoped might be spared longer. That
malady was coupled to some extent with
asthma of the heart, brought about by ex-
cessive smoking. But what laymen call
n broken heart was more responsible than
haa IN t.al LII.
chum, Henry II. Rogers. died last year,
those close to Mr.. Twain saw that his
grief WAS intense. The odd compa Mon
| ship-humorist and NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS.
a nearer and dearer thing than any save
they two alone realized. When his only
unmarried daughter Jean was drowned
In her bath during an attack of epilepsy
just before Christmas, his nearest re-
manning tie was severed. He was alone,
sorrow stricken man. After the pass
ing of his friends, William Laffan OF the
| Sun and Richard Watson Glider, editor
| of the Century. he said sadly: How
| fortunate they are; no good fortune of
| that kind comes to me-" Yet the fun
| he so loved on occasions overpowered
his grief. He joked with friends and
neighbors within the last few days.
| Since his return from Bermuda last
| week he said at least one thing that
made the whole Redding countryside
laugh. Dan Beard the artist, called to
| pay his respects. Among mutual friends
| they discussed MaSim Gorki, the Rus
| sian author. Beard regretted that Gorky
had brought 10 America a woman not
| his wife and had therefore been ostra-
| ciscd You're right, Dan" said Mark
| Twain with his eye atwinkle. Men and
| women may violate the written laws of a
land without injury, but II they ignore
| customs they do so al their peril. Now.
Just suppose -" this with the famil-
| lar drawl-"that Gorky had come over
here in his shirt tail. wouldn't that have
bcen awful?"
Body Rests in EImlra Grave.
Elmlra, n. Y.-Under a tent on
the grassy slope of the Lang
don plot in Woodlawn cemetery, with
rain beating hercely against the can
vas top, Il little group of mourners
| silently WATCHED as the body of Sam
| uol J.. Clemens was lowered into an
evergreen lined grave beside the
bodies of his wife and children. He
sleeps under sod piled high with
| flowers.