84 CHOICE BITS FROM MARK TWAIN.
ment with a valued friend, the Rev. Mr.------, to
walk to the Talcott Tower, ten miles distant. He
stared at me, but asked no questions. We started.
Mr.------talked, talked, talked—as is his wont. I
said nothing, I heard nothing. At the end of a
mile, Mr. ------said,—
" Mark, are you sick ? I never saw a man look
so haggard and worn and absent-minded. Say,
something; do ! "
Drearily, without enthusiasm, I said : " Punch,
brothers, punch with care ! Punch in the presence
of the passenjare ! "
My friend eyed me blankly, looked perplexed,
" I do not think I get your drift, Mark. There
does not seem to be any relevancy in what you
have said, certainly nothing sad ; and yet—may-be
it was the way you said the words—I never heard
anything that sounded so pathetic. What is------"
But I heard no more. I was already far away
with my pitiless, heart-breaking " blue trip slip for
an eight-cent fare, buff trip slip for a six-cent fare,
pink trip slip for a three-cent fare; punch in the
presence of the passenjare." I do not know what
occurred during the other nine miles. However,
all of a sudden, Mr.------ laid his hand on my
shoulder and shouted,—
"Oh, wake up! wake up! wake up! Don't sleep