"Yes, when it came to tales of his crazy woes, there was simply no end to them if anybody would listen. His own quarters were comfortable enough, but when the weather was cold, the family was sure to have his company-nothing could keep him out of the house. But they always bore it kindly because he had saved Tom's life, years before. You remember Tom?" "Oh! perfectly. Fine fellow he was, too." 66 Yes, he was. was?" And what a pretty little thing his child "You may well say that. I never saw a prettier child." "I used to delight to pet it and dandle it and play with it." "So did I." "You named it. What was that name? I can't call it to mind." It appeared to me that the ice was getting pretty thin here. I would have given something to know what the child's sex was. However, I had the good luck to think of a name that would fit either sex-so I brought it out: "I named it Frances." "For a relative, I suppose? But you named the one that died, too-the one that I never saw. What did you call that one?" I was out of neutral names, but as the child was dead and she had never seen it, I thought I might risk a name for it and trust to luck; therefore I said: "I called that one Thomas Henry." She said, musingly: "That is very singular-very singular." I sat still and let the cold sweat run down. I was in a good deal of trouble, but I believed I could worry through if she would n't ask me to name any more children. I wondered where the lightning was going to strike next. She was still ruminating over that last child's title, but presently she said: "I have always been sorry you were away at the time - I would have had you name my child." "Your child! Are you married?" "I have been married thirteen years." "No, married. The youth by your side is my son." "It seems incredible- even impossible. I do not mean any harm by it, but would you mind telling me if you are any over eighteen?—that is to say, will you tell me how old you are?" "I was just nineteen the day of the storm we were talking about. That was my birthday." That did not help matters much, as I did not know the date of the storm. I tried to think of some non-committal thing to say, to keep up my end of the talk and render my poverty in the matter of reminiscences as little noticeable as possible, but I seemed to be about out of non-committal things. I was about to say, "You haven't changed a bit since then "--but that was risky. I thought of saying, "You have improved ever so much since then" but that would not answer, of course. I was about to try a shy at the weather, for a saving change, when the girl slipped in ahead of me and said: "How I have enjoyed this talk over those happy old times have n't you?' "I never have spent such a half hour in all my life before!" said I, with emotion; and I could have added, with a near approach to truth, "and I would rather be scalped than spend another one like it." I was grateful to be through with the ordeal, and was about to make my good-byes and get out, when the girl said: "But there is one thing that is ever so puzzling to me." Why, what is that?" 66 "That dead child's name. What did you say it was?" Here was another balmy place to be in; I had forgotten the child's name; I had n't imagined it would be needed again. However, I had to pretend to know, anyway, so I said: "Joseph William." The youth at my side corrected me and said: "Oh! yes I thanked him -in words and said, with trepidation: I was thinking of another child that I named I have named a great many, and I got them confused— this one was named Henry Thompson "Thomas Henry," calmly interposed the boy. I thanked him again strictly in words mered out: and stam "Thomas Henry--yes, Thomas Henry was the poor child's I named him for Thomas-er-Thomas Carlyle, the name. great author, you know--and Henry-er-er-Henry the Eighth. The parents were very grateful to have a child named Thomas Henry." "That makes it more singular than ever," murmured my beautiful friend. "Does it? Why?" "Because when the parents speak of that child now, they always call it Susan Amelia." That spiked my gun. I could not say anything. I was entirely out of verbal obliquities; to go further would be to lie, and that I would not do; so I simply sat still and suffered-sat mutely and resignedly there, and sizzled-for I was being slowly fried to death in my own blushes. Presently the enemy laughed a happy laugh and said: "I have enjoyed this talk over old times, but you have not. I saw very soon that you were only pretending to know me, and so as I had wasted a compliment on you in the beginning, I made up my mind to punish you. And I have succeeded pretty well. I was glad to see that you knew George and Tom and Darley, for I had never heard of them before, and therefore could not be sure that you had; and I was glad to learn the names of those imaginary children, too. One can get quite a fund of information out of you if one goes at it cleverly. Mary and the storm, and the sweeping away of the forward boats, were facts--all the rest was fiction. Mary was my sister; her full name was Mary Now do you remember me?" "Yes," I said, "I do remember you now; and you are as hard-hearted as you were thirteen years ago in that ship, else you would n't have punished me so. You have n't changed your nature nor your person, in any way at all; you look just as young as you did then, you are just as beautiful as you were then, and you have transmitted a deal of your comeliness to this fine boy. There—if that speech moves you any, let 's fly the flag of truce, with the understanding that I am conquered and confess it." All of which was agreed to and accomplished on the spot. Samuel L. Clemens. "IMPH-M." When I was a laddie lang syne at the schule, I glunch'd, and said, "Imph-m " I wasna owre proud, but owre dour to say-A-y-e! Ae day a queer word, as lang-nebbits' himsel', That common word 'Imph-m,' That auld Scotch word 'Imph-m,' ye ken it means A-y-e!" Had ye seen hoo he glour'd, hoo he scratched his big pate, That pawkie word "Imph-m," He couldna spell "Imph-m," that stands for an A-y-ei An' when a brisk wooer, I courted my Jean- She blushed, an' said, "Imph-m," That charming word "Imph-m,' A thousan' times better an' sweeter than A-y-e! Just ae thing I wanted my bliss to complete— Of course, that said No, but I kent she meant A-y-e, Her red lips said, "Imph-m,' Her hale face said "Imph-m," an "Imph-m" means A-y-e! Anonymous. THE ONE-HOSS SHAY; OR, THE DEACON'S MASTERPIECE. A LOGICAL STORY. Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay, It ran a hundred years to a day, And then of a sudden, it—ah, but stay, Frightening people out of their wits,- Seventeen hundred and fifty-five, Now, in building of chaises, I tell you what, But the Deacon swore (as Deacons do, It should be so built that it could n' break daown; Is only jest T' make that place uz strong uz the rest.” |