Saturday news. (Watertown, S.D.) 19??-19??, 1914-06-18

Ihave baen bought and pAnl foz= with ralr Dad .noney?-Robert NJ
LaFonete. ~
A. Famonsa Cnaplain
Literary D gest: - War time 2wlan nen are>faeang death asIant
of theadays wark, asght seem the chaplaIns ideal opportunity to
direct their thoughts heavenwand, but it doesn't always turn out
that way, as Chaplain "AJoe'' TBichol once found out chaplain
Joe" served intGeneral sfekles Brigade and IL appeared that at one
time another ohapadn In a rivalarogimaent began to get remarkable
results in the matter OF eonversions, SO that his candidates for: bap-
tsml were coanted by the tens and twenties. chaplain Joe's''
flock grew bxSno such Leaps and bounds, which worried TIE gno4
man not a little. Presently some word of the condition OF affairs
came to the ears of the general, Far from being worried, he was
highly indignant att the poor showing 1tthe boys made, and forth
with commanded a. squad of some fifty of tie ~lucKless "heathens1
to report without delay to the chaplain for baptism.
I'D have helped Joe cat, - he is reported to have said, with
splendid loyalty, IF I'D had to order the whole division into the
rNer!" Chaplain Jse' is now DR.. Joseph ,TwichelA and he is ONE
OF those happy beings whose "reminiscences Invariably take the form
Of humorous aneodote- Now retired, for fifty years the pastor of a
church in Hartford, Connecticut, and formerly an army chaplain in
the Civil War, DIR: TwicheI is able to look back upon a life full of
interest both in incident and in She friendships made j. DIN Howe
ia the Boston Transcript, gives an interview with the veteran min
lister, and recounts for us a.few~ of the stories that find their way to
the smiling lips Of the Doctor IS soon as he begins to speak of his
past experiences; One which DR.. Twichell loves to tell concerns
Father oHagan, whom ne knaw during the wal IS a fellow chap
lain and afterward as the head of Holy Cross college in Worcester,
Mass. Mentioning Father fO'Hasan, he remarked
"He was one of mysbrother chaplairs in the old brigade and we
became such friends that1 onea' when we happened to be ON leave to-
gcther he visited WITH me at my fathers house is sor4hington.
Ater9the war, he visited ME here in Hartford a number OF times
II never failed to refer to, the night of the battle Of fredericksburg
We had both been active for hours, anilbys midnight were compelled
to lave slesp.
$50 We went OFF to one side of the camp and lay down under
the,sky. lit was veryrcolds and we had only a blanket apiece. Afaer
a sme Father oHagans called to ms>to ask if I was asleep.
"'No,' said I. It's so cold l can't get to s}aep.a
Neither cam T. retorted he Let's club III blankets
eve did, and4lay there side by side with two blankets over ussin-
stead OF, but one | was falling asleep when I felt hm shaking be-
side me and asked what was the matter. He was laughing softly
land didn't answer for a moment It seemed to me q queer place to
laugh, for we we're ia the midst Of hundreds oasdead and wounded
Isoldiers.
Tim laughing at u.s. he said finally.
"sWhy, what do you mean9' |
..'Us tive, heroine a Jesuit priest and you a Puritan parson-
snpggled up here under the same blankets
"A minute OF two passed, and then he looked up into the sky
and said quietly But / shouldnt wonder if the angels like to look
lat it," /
Mark Twain came te, Hartford in 1869, when ss1nnocentsl
Abroad was being published, He and DR.. Twichell soon became
last friends, There is O. story of their early friendship, detailing
Mr.. Clemens first struggles with one of the old-fashioned high b-
leycles. DR. Twichel was with him, and the story goes:
These two and other friends learned to ride it on Woodland
street-sRight out here, says Mr., Twichen, with a wave of the
hand, It was some time and required numerous joking taunts be- |
fore Clemens would try it. He went up the street to the height oil
Ia slight grade rolling the wheel, got it alongside a fence and man
aged to get aboard
For q time he got along well, and he made out to get both feet
ION the pedals once. AS he neared thegroup Of watchers. however.
his speed had had increased to more than he could manage and both
Ifeet flew OFT the pedals and the machine twhirled along with his long
legs thrust out on either side. tGet that tree out Of the way, Joe!
The cried. aSet it one side or I'll hit it., stStay in the road 4, was
the answer. you've got plenty Of room,
What. do you know about it?'' gasped the man who had made
Two continents laugh. Stop yelling, Steer away I'm steering
that's all, Of I'll hit
BumpI
81 NO, not silence. The wheel didn't say anything and wasn't
curt, but Twain was and for a minute it was no place for q Congre-
1gational minister. To MI. Twichen,s rebuke Twain cried, ssJoef
that's ny shin and know more about It than you do. I don't think
you ought to ask me not to talk about that tree or the wheel, and ifI
you had been through what that shin has, you'd feed the same as
lda, anyway, even if you didn't say it out loud,
Another story is at the expense of Mark Twain's habit Of mental
abstraction: He had FASTENED to call on his neighbor Mrs. Stowel
lone day, to bid her farewell before her departure for the summer
Returning, somewhat pleased with himself, he was met by his wife
who, after examining his attire suspiciously, informed him IN 9 hor
lrfed tone that he had called on the celebrated Mrs. Stowe without
his neckte. 1t was Q terrible moment; as the writer continues:
Mark looked ruefully down at Mrs. Clemens and at length pluck
led up courage to say hea ID think about what he could do, and stepped
Tout of the room. Pretty soon he was back with an envelope which