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one who well knew the mother and the daughter & all the beautiful &
pathetic details。 I was living in the house where it had happened；
three years before； & I put it on paper at once while it was fresh
in my mind； & its pathos still straining at my heartstrings。
Clemens did not guess that the coincidences were not yet complete； that
within a month the drama of the tale would be enacted in his own home。
In his note…book； under the date of December 24（1902）； he wrote：
Jean was hit with a chill： Clara was completing her watch in her
mother's room and there was no one able to force Jean to go to bed。
As a result she is pretty ill to…day…fever & high temperature。
Three days later he added：
It was pneumonia。 For 5 days jean's temperature ranged between 103
& 104 2/5； till this morning； when it got down to 101。 She looks
like an escaped survivor of a forest fire。 For 6 days now my story
in the Christmas Harper's 〃Was it Heaven？ or Hell？〃has been
enacted in this household。 Every day Clara & the nurses have lied
about Jean to her mother； describing the fine times she is having
outdoors in the winter sports。
That proved a hard； trying winter in the Clemens home； and the burden of
it fell chiefly； indeed almost entirely； upon Clara Clemens。 Mrs。
Clemens became still more frail； and no other member of the family； not
even her husband； was allowed to see her for longer than the briefest
interval。 Yet the patient was all the more anxious to know the news； and
daily it had to be preparedchiefly inventedfor her comfort。 In an
account which Clemens once set down of the 〃Siege and Season of
Unveracity；〃 as he called it； he said：
Clara stood a daily watch of three or four hours； and hers was a
hard office indeed。 Daily she sealed up in her heart a dozen
dangerous truths； and thus saved her mother's life and hope and
happiness with holy lies。 She had never told her mother a lie in
her life before； and I may almost say that she never told her a
truth afterward。 It was fortunate for us all that Clara's
reputation for truthfulness was so well established in her mother's
mind。 It was our daily protection from disaster。 The mother never
doubted Clara's word。 Clara could tell her large improbabilities
without exciting any suspicion； whereas if I tried to market even a
small and simple one the case would have been different。 I was
never able to get a reputation like Clara's。 Mrs。 Clemens
questioned Clara every day concerning Jean's health； spirits；
clothes； employments； and amusements； and how she was enjoying
herself； and Clara furnished the information right along in minute
detailevery word of it false； of course。 Every day she had to
tell how Jean dressed； and in time she got so tired of using Jean's
existing clothes over and over again； and trying to get new effects
out of them； that finally； as a relief to her hard…worked invention；
she got to adding imaginary clothes to Jean's wardrobe； and probably
would have doubled it and trebled it if a warning note in her
mother's comments had not admonished her that she was spending more
money on these spectral gowns and things than the family income
justified。
Some portions of detailed accounts of Clara's busy days of this period；
as written at the time by Clemens to Twichell and to Mrs。 Crane； are
eminently worth preserving。 To Mrs。 Crane：
Clara does not go to her Monday lesson in New York today ＇her mother
having seemed not so well through the night＇； but forgets that fact
and enters her mother's room （where she has no business to be）
toward train…time dressed in a wrapper。
LIVY。 Why； Clara； aren't you going to your lesson？
CLARA （almost caught）。 Yes。
L。 In that costume？
CL。 Oh no。
L。 Well； you can't make your train； it's impossible。
CL。 I know； but I'm going to take the other one。
L。 Indeed that won't doyou'll be ever so much too late for
your lesson。
CL。 No； the lesson…time has been put an hour later。
L。 （satisfied； then suddenly）。 But； Clara； that train and the late
lesson together will make you late to Mrs。 Hapgood's luncheon。
CL。 No； the train leaves fifteen minutes earlier than it used to。
L。 （satisfied）。 Tell Mrs。 Hapgood； etc。； etc。； etc。 （which Clara
promises to do）。 Clara； dear； after the luncheonI hate to put
this on youbut could you do two or three little shopping…errands
for me？
CL。 Oh； it won't trouble me a bit…I can do it。 （Takes a list of
the things she is to buy…a list which she will presently hand to
another。）
At 3 or 4 P。M。 Clara takes the things brought from New York；
studies over her part a little； then goes to her mother's room。
LIVY。 It's very good of you； dear。 Of course； if I had known it
was going to be so snowy and drizzly and sloppy I wouldn't have
asked you to buy them。 Did you get wet？
CL。 Oh； nothing to hurt。
L。 You took a cab both ways？
CL。 Not from the station to the lesson…the weather was good enough
till that was over。
L。 Well； now； tell me everything Mrs。 Hapgood said。
Clara tells her a long yarn…avoiding novelties and surprises and
anything likely to inspire questions difficult to answer； and of
course detailing the menu； for if it had been the feeding of the
5；000 Livy would have insisted on knowing what kind of bread it was
and how the fishes were served。 By and by； while talking of
something else：
LIVY。 Clams！in the end of December。 Are you sure it was clams？
CL。 I didn't say cl… I meant Blue Points。
L。 （tranquilized）。 It seemed odd。 What is Jean doing？
CL。 She said she was going to do a little typewriting。
L。 Has she been out to…day？
CL。 Only a moment； right after luncheon。 She was determined to go
out again； but
L。 How did you know she was out？
CL。 （saving herself in time）。 Katie told me。 She was determined
to go out again in the rain and snow； but I persuaded her to stay
in。
L。 （with moving and grateful admiration）。 Clara； you are
wonderful！ the wise watch you keep over Jean； and the influence you
have over her； it's so lovely of you； and I tied here and can't take
care of her myself。 （And she goes on with these undeserved praises
till Clara is expiring with shame。）
To Twichell：
I am to see Livy a moment every afternoon until she has another bad
night； and I stand in dread； for with all my practice I realize that
in a sudden emergency I am but a poor； clumsy liar； whereas a fine
alert and capable emergency liar is the only sort that is worth
anything in a sick…chamber。
Now； Joe； just see what reputation can do。 All Clara's life she has
told Livy the truth and now the reward comes； Clara lies to her
three and a half hours every day； and Livy takes it all at pa