St. Nicholas (serial) (1915) (14804714383)

Identifier: stnicholasserial4311dodg (find matches)
Title: St. Nicholas (serial)
Year: 1873 (1870s)
Authors: Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905
Subjects: Children's literature
Publisher: (New York : Scribner & Co.)
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill



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h con-certs and sometimes a military drill. A music-teacher on the floor below did not care for them— they disturbed his class. He was furious, infact, and assailed the boys roughly at first, with I9i6.) THE BOYS LIFE OF MARK TWAIN 213 no result but to make matters worse. Then hetried gentleness and succeeded. The boys stoppedtheir capers and joined his class. Sam, especially,became a distinguished member of that body.He was never a great musician, but with hisgood nature, his humor, his slow quaint speechand originality he had no rival in popularity.He was twenty, now, and much with young la-dies, yet he was always a beau rather than a lean far over to apply it, just when he was mostcomfortable. Sam Clemens never liked unneces-sary exertion. One night, when the pipe hadgone out for the second time, he happened tohear the young book-clerk, Brownell, passing upto his room on the top floor. Sam called to him.Ed, come here ! Brownell poked his head in the door. Thetwo were great chums.
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BAITING THE HOOK FOR MK. rkOG. suitor, a good comrade to all, full of pranks andpleasantries, ready to stop and be merry withany that came along. If they prophesied con-cerning his future, it is not likely that they spokeof literary fame. They thought him just easy-going and light-minded. True, they noticed thathe often carried a book under his arm —a his-tory, a volume of Dickens, or the tales of Poe. He read more than any one guessed. At night,propped up in bed —a habit continued until hisdeath—he was likely to read until a late hour.He enjoyed smoking at such times, and had madehimself a pipe with a large bowl which stood onthe floor and had a long rubber stem, somethinglike the Turkish hubble-bubble. He liked to fillthe big bowl and smoke at ease through the en-tire evening. But sometimes the pipe went out,which meant that he must strike a match and What will you have, Sam? he asked. Come in, Ed; Henry s asleep, and I m introuble. I want somebody to light my pipe. Why dont y