ABSTRACT
Two black-and-tan collies, however, guarded the entrance the other day, and a pull at the bell brought a polite negro to the door. Mr. Clemens soon appeared, clad in a light gray suit. His fine profusion of hair is silvering fast, but remains in a state of artistic disorder characteristic of it. His mustache clings to its reddish hue, and his heavy eyebrows appropriately maintain a just equilibrium as to color.
