I am at work again--on a book.Not with a great deal of spirit, but with enough--yes, plenty.And I am pushing my publishing house.It has turned the corner after cleaning $50,000 a year for three consecutive years, and piling every cent of it into one book--Library of American Literature--and from next January onward it will resume dividends.But I've got to earn $50,000 for it between now and then--which I will do if I keep my health.This additional capital is needed for that same book, because its prosperity is growing so great and exacting.
It is dreadful to think of you in ill health--I can't realize it; you are always to me the same that you were in those days when matchless health.
and glowing spirits and delight in life were commonplaces with us.Lord save us all from old age and broken health and a hope-tree that has lost the faculty of putting out blossoms.
With love to you both from us all.
MARK.
Mark Twain's residence in Hartford was drawing rapidly to a close.
Mrs.Clemens was poorly, and his own health was uncertain.They believed that some of the European baths would help them.
Furthermore, Mark Twain could no longer afford the luxury of his Hartford home.In Europe life could be simpler and vastly cheaper.
He was offered a thousand dollars apiece for six European letters, by the McClure syndicate and W.M.Laffan, of the Sun.This would at least give him a start on the other side.The family began immediately their sad arrangements for departure.
To Fred J.Hall (manager Chas.L.Webster & Co.), N.Y.:
HARTFORD, Apl.14, '91.
DEAR MR.HALL,--Privately--keep it to yourself--as you, are already aware, we are going to Europe in June, for an indefinite stay.We shall sell the horses and shut up the house.We wish to provide a place for our coachman, who has been with us a 21 years, and is sober, active, diligent, and unusually bright and capable.You spoke of hiring a colored man as engineer and helper in the packing room.Patrick would soon learn that trade and be very valuable.We will cease to need him by the middle or end of June.Have you made irrevocable arrangements with the colored man, or would you prefer to have Patrick, if he thinks he would like to try?
I have not said anything to him about it yet.
Yours S.L.C.
It was to be a complete breaking up of their beautiful establishment.Patrick McAleer, George the butler, and others of their household help had been like members of the family.We may guess at the heartbreak of it all, even though the letters remain cheerful.
Howells, strangely enough, seems to have been about the last one to be told of their European plans; in fact, he first got wind of it from the papers, and wrote for information.Likely enough Clemens had not until then had the courage to confess.
To W.D.Howells, in Boston:
HARTFORD, May 20, '91.
DEAR HOWELLS,--For her health's sake Mrs.Clemens must try baths somewhere, and this it is that has determined us to go to Europe.
The water required seems to be provided at a little obscure and little-visited nook up in the hills back of the Rhine somewhere and you get to it by Rhine traffic-boat and country stage-coach.Come, get "sick or sorry enough" and join us.We shall be a little while at that bath, and the rest of the summer at Annecy (this confidential to you) in Haute Savoie, 22 miles from Geneva.Spend the winters in Berlin.I don't know how long we shall be in Europe--I have a vote, but I don't cast it.I'm going to do whatever the others desire, with leave to change their mind, without prejudice, whenever they want to.Travel has no longer, any charm for me.I have seen all the foreign countries I want to see except heaven and hell, and I have only a vague curiosity as concerns one of those.
I found I couldn't use the play--I had departed too far from its lines when I came to look at it.I thought I might get a great deal of dialogue out of it, but I got only 15 loosely written pages--they saved me half a days work.It was the cursing phonograph.There was abundance of good dialogue, but it couldn't befitted into the new conditions of the story.
Oh, look here--I did to-day what I have several times in past years thought of doing: answered an interviewing proposition from a rich newspaper with the reminder that they had not stated the terms; that my time was all occupied with writing, at good pay, and that as talking was harder work I should not care to venture it unless I knew the pay was going to be proportionately higher.I wish I had thought of this the other day when Charley Stoddard turned a pleasant Englishman loose on me and I couldn't think of any rational excuse.
Ys Ever MARK.
Clemens had finished his Sellers book and had disposed of the serial rights to the McClure syndicate.The house in Hartford was closed early in June, and on the 6th the family, with one maid, Katie Leary, sailed on the Gascogne.Two weeks later they had begun a residence abroad which was to last for more than nine years.
It was not easy to get to work in Europe.Clemens's arm remained lame, and any effort at writing brought suffering.The Century Magazine proposed another set of letters, but by the end of July he had barely begun on those promised to McClure and Laffan.In August, however, he was able to send three: one from Aix about the baths there, another from Bayreuth concerning the Wagner festival, and a third from Marienbad, in Bohemia, where they rested for a time.He decided that he would arrange for no more European letters when the six were finished, but would gather material for a book.
He would take a courier and a kodak and go tramping again in some fashion that would be interesting to do and to write.
The idea finally matured when he reached Switzerland and settled the family at the Hotel Beau Rivage, Ouchy, Lausanne, facing Lake Leman.
