Some unusual happenings took place that summer of 1877. John T. Lewis
(colored), already referred to as the religious antagonist of Auntie
Cord, by great presence of mind and bravery saved the lives of Mrs.
Clemens's sister-in-law, Mrs. Charles (“Charley”) Langdon, her little
daughter Julia, and her nurse-maid. They were in a buggy, and their
runaway horse was flying down East Hill toward Elmira to certain
destruction, when Lewis, laboring slowly homeward with a loaded wagon,
saw them coming and turned his team across the road, after which he
leaped out and with extraordinary strength and quickness grabbed the
horse's bridle and brought him to a standstill. The Clemens and Crane
families, who had seen the runaway start at the farm gate, arrived half
wild with fear, only to find the supposed victims entirely safe.
Everybody contributed in rewarding Lewis. He received money ($1,500) and
various other presents, including inscribed books and trinkets, also,
what he perhaps valued more than anything, a marvelous stem-winding gold
watch. Clemens, writing a full account to Dr. Brown of the watch, says:
And if any scoffer shall say, “behold this thing is out of
character,” there is an inscription within which will silence him;
for it will teach him that this wearer aggrandizes the watch, not
the watch the wearer.
In another paragraph he says:
When Lewis arrived the other evening, after having saved those lives
by a feat which I think is the most marvelous I can call to mind,
when he arrived hunched up on his manure-wagon and as grotesquely
picturesque as usual, everybody wanted to go and see how he looked.
They came back and said he was beautiful. It was so, too, and yet
he would have photographed exactly as he would have done any day
these past seven years that he has occupied this farm.
Lewis acknowledged his gifts in a letter which closed with a paragraph
of rare native loftiness:
But I beg to say, humbly, that inasmuch as divine Providence saw fit
to use me as an instrument for the saving of those preshious lives,
the honner conferd upon me was greater than the feat performed.
Lewis lived to enjoy his prosperity, and the honor of the Clemens and
Langdon households, for twenty-nine years. When he was too old to work
there was a pension, to which Clemens contributed; also Henry H. Rogers.
So the simple-hearted, noble old negro closed his days in peace.
Mrs. Crane, in a letter, late in July, 1906, told of his death:
He was always cheerful, and seemed not to suffer much pain, told
stories, and was able to eat almost everything.
Three days ago a new difficulty appeared, on account of which his
doctor said he must go to the hospital for care such as it was quite
impossible to give in his home.
He died on his way there.
Thus it happened that he died on the road where he had performed his
great deed.
A second unusual incident of that summer occurred in Hartford. There had
been a report of a strange man seen about the Clemens place, thought to
be a prospecting burglar, and Clemens went over to investigate. A
little searching inquiry revealed that the man was not a burglar, but a
mechanic out of employment, a lover of one of the house-maids, who had
given him food and shelter on the premises, intending no real harm. When
the girl found that her secret was discovered, she protested that he was
her fiance, though she said he appeared lately to have changed his mind
and no longer wished to marry her.
The girl seemed heartbroken, and sympathy for her was naturally the
first and about the only feeling which Clemens developed, for the time
being. He reasoned with the young man, but without making much headway.
Finally his dramatic instinct prompted him to a plan of a sort which
would have satisfied even Tom Sawyer. He asked Twichell to procure
a license for the couple, and to conceal himself in a ground floor
bath-room. He arranged with the chief of police to be on hand in another
room; with the rest of the servants quietly to prepare a wedding-feast,
and finally with Lizzie herself to be dressed for the ceremony. He had
already made an appointment with the young man to come to, see him at a
certain hour on a “matter of business,” and the young man arrived in the
belief, no doubt, that it was something which would lead to profitable
employment. When he came in Clemens gently and quietly reviewed the
situation, told him of the young girl's love for him; how he had been
sheltered and fed by her; how through her kindness to him she had
compromised her reputation for honesty and brought upon her all the
suspicion of having sheltered a burglar; how she was ready and willing
to marry him, and how he (Clemens) was ready to assist them to obtain
work and a start in life.
But the young man was not enthusiastic. He was a Swede and slow of
action. He resolutely declared that he was not ready to marry yet, and
in the end refused to do so. Then came the dramatic moment. Clemens
quietly but firmly informed him that the wedding ceremony must take
place; that by infesting his premises he had broken the law, not only
against trespass, but most likely against house-breaking. There was a
brief discussion of this point. Finally Clemens gave him five minutes to
make up his mind, with the statement that he had an officer in waiting,
and unless he would consent to the wedding he would be taken in charge.
The young man began to temporize, saying that it would be necessary for
him to get a license and a preacher. But Clemens stepped to the door of
the bath-room, opened it, and let out Twichell, who had been sweltering
there in that fearful place for more than an hour, it being August. The
delinquent lover found himself confronted with all the requisites of
matrimony except the bride, and just then this detail appeared on the
scene, dressed for the occasion. Behind her ranged the rest of the
servants and a few invited guests. Before the young man knew it he had
a wife, and on the whole did not seem displeased. It ended with a gay
supper and festivities. Then Clemens started them handsomely by giving
each of them a check for one hundred dollars; and in truth (which in
this case, at least, is stranger than fiction) they lived happily and
prosperously ever after.
Some years later Mark Twain based a story on this episode, but it was
never entirely satisfactory and remains unpublished.