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

# II Fa1nCHS ALnaNial.
Literary D gest IL War time .ylan men are>facng death aSRanT
of the~day's wark, aaght seem. the chaplains ideal opportunity to
direct their thaughtss heavenw nd, but it doesn't always turn qu1
that way, as Chaplain ~Joe'' EwichaI once found OUT "Chaplain
Joe'''servedi nsGencEal SIekles brigade, and il appeared that at one
time another 2haplan. in a rivalaregiment began to get remarkable
results In the matter. OF eonversiors, SO that his candidates FOR, haR-
tsma were coanted by the tens and twentias. Chaplain Joe's'
lock grew bX5no such Leaps and bounds, winch worried the gaod
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 at the poor showing 1.-THE boys made, and forth
with commanded "a squad of some fifty of tile luckless "heathns
to- report without delay to the chaplain for baptism:
I'D have helped Joe cut,' he is reported to have said, with
splendid loyalty, IF I'D had to order the whole division into the
rNer!" Chaplain Joe' is now DIR. Joseph .TwichelA and he is one
Of those happy beings WHOSE "reminiscences Invariably take the form
Of humorous aneodots. Nogretired, for fifty years the pastor of a
church in Hartford, Connecticut, and formerly an army chaplain in
interest both in incident ard in the friendships made. j. Ohm Howe,
Fla the Boston Transcript, gives an interview with the veteran min
lister, ana recounts for us a few Of the stones that find their way to
the smiling lips Of the Doctor as soon a IS he begins to speak Of his.
past experiences. One which DR.. Twichell loves to tell concerns.
Father oIagan, whom he, knaw during the war as a fellow chap
lain and afterward as the head of Holy Gross college "a Worcester
Mass. Mentioning Father 0 Hagan, he remarked:
"ae was one of my brother chaplains n the old brigade and we
became such friends that onca when we happened to be on leave to-
gcther> he visited with me at my fathers house III Sou4hington
After the 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 mad both been active for hours, analby midnight were compelled.
to Lave sleep.
$50 We went off to oae side of the, camp and lay down under
the,sky. TIT was very.cold, and we had only a blanket apiece After.
a time Father oIlagan called to ma,to ask if L was asleep.
"'No,' said L. It's so cold I can't get to siaep."
"'Neither can T. retorted he Let's club or blankets
eve did, andllay there side by side with two blankets over usin-
stead of but one l was falling asleep when I felt Hmm shaking be-
side me and asked what was the matter. He was laughing softly
land didn't answer for a moment 1t seemed to me q queer place to
Laugh, for we we're liz the midst Of hundreds o2saead and wounded
lsodiers. ~ -
:" I'm laughing at u.s. he said finally.
"'Why, what do you mean?'
"'Us two, here-me a Jesuit priest and you a Puritan parson-
snnggled up here under the same blankets
"A minute OF two passed, and then he looked up into the sky
and said quietly. But l shouldn T wonder il. the angels like TO look
Mark Twain came to Hartford in 1869, when A<Innocents
Abroad was being published. He an9 DR.. Twichell soon became
last friends. There is a story of their early friendship, detailing
Nj. Clemens first struggles with one of the old-fashioned high b-
cycles. Dr. TwicheIl was with him, and the story goes:
These two and other friends learned to ride it on Woodland
street-"Right 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 Of
a slight grade rolling the wheel, got it alongside a fence and man
aged to get aboard.
For a time he got along WE'LL and he made out to get both feet
ION the pedals once, As he neared thegroup of watchers. however,
his speed had increased to more than he could manage and both
feet flew off the pedals and the machine twhimed along with his long
legs thrust out on either side. sect that tree out of the way, joe! Z,
he cried. "set it one side or I'll hit it, ststay in the road = was
the answer. You've got plenty of room
What do you know about it2'' gasped the man who had made
two continents laugh. ssStop yelling, Steer away!' I'm steering
away from one on the other side now, You steer that tree away,
that's all, Of I'll hit
si-No, not silence. The wheel didn't say anything and wasn't
Eurt, but Twain was and for a minute it was no place for a Congre-
ISdtionA minister. 10 Mr IW1chelI.s& rebuke Twain cried, doe.
that's my 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 if
you had been through what that shin has, you'd feed the same as i
do, 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. Stowe
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 suspicousy, informed him in q hor-
rlhed tone that he had called on the celebrated Mrs. Stowe without
lbs necktae It was 9 terrible moment; as the writer continues:
Mark looked ruefully down at Mrs. Clemens and at length pluck.
q id Inn murpp ~ cav hn5a fhnnb n1Nnf rrL4 Ln#aa-1I I-#s-I -4 wa.I
|out Of the room. Pretty soon he was back with an envelope which
seemed bulky, and called his colored man To take it to Mrs. Stowe.
Now what have you donef'' asked Mrs Clemens. ssOh, I've lust
Led up "a black lie and euelnsed it with = W. .sasinn 4ha4aka-das;-ad