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Updated: July 18, 2025
As I have told, he himself had formed the Human Race Club, but as he never could get it together it hardly counted. There was to have been a meeting of it the time of my only visit to Stormfield in April of last year; but of three who were to have come I alone came.
The next day we came again with the geologist he had asked up to Stormfield to analyze its rocks. Truly he loved the place, though he had been so weary of change and so indifferent to it that he never saw it till he came to live in it. He left it all to the architect whom he had known from a child in the intimacy which bound our families together, though we bodily lived far enough apart.
While his villa of "Stormfield" was in course of erection several years ago, he discovered that half of it was going to cost what he had expected to pay for the whole house.
Why, Stormfield, a man like you, that had been active and stirring all his life, would go mad in six months in a heaven where he hadn't anything to do. Heaven is the very last place to come to REST in, and don't you be afraid to bet on that!" Says I "Sam, I'm as glad to hear it as I thought I'd be sorry. I'm glad I come, now." Says he "Cap'n, ain't you pretty physically tired?" Says I
The sign he posted after the visitation of these same burglars was a prominent ornament of the billiard room at "Stormfield ": NOTICE To the next Burglar There is nothing but plated-ware in this house, now and henceforth. You will find it in that brass thing in the dining-room over in the corner by the basket of kittens. If you want the basket, put the kittens in the brass thing.
Mark Twain's warning to the two burglars who stole his silverware from "Stormfield" and were afterwards caught and sent to the penitentiary, is very amusing, though not highly complimentary to American political life: "Now you two young men have been up to my house, stealing my tinware, and got pulled in by these Yankees up here.
My visit at Stormfield came to an end with tender relucting on his part and on mine.
"Why, it's pitiful, Sandy." He didn't say anything for a while, but sat looking at the ground, thinking. Then he says, kind of mournful: "And now she's come!" "Well? Go on." "Stormfield, maybe she hasn't found the child, but I think she has. Looks so to me. I've seen cases before.
Mark Twain, watching the rockets that announced his arrival, said, gently: "I wonder why they go to so much trouble for me. I never go to any trouble for anybody." The evening closed with billiards, hilarious games, and when at midnight the cues were set in the rack no one could say that Mark Twain's first day in his new home had not been a happy one. Mark Twain loved Stormfield.
Thus, as a member of the "aquarium club," she was represented in absence. Of course there were several cats at Stormfield, and these really owned the premises. The kittens scampered about the billiard-table after the balls, even when the game was in progress, giving all sorts of new angles to the shots.
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