It was two years later that he met Jane Lampton; whose mother was a Casey —­a Montgomery-Casey whose father was of the Lamptons (Lambtons) of Durham, England, and who on her own account was reputed to be the handsomest girl and the wittiest, as well as the best dancer, in all Kentucky.  The Montgomeries and the Caseys of Kentucky had been Indian fighters in the Daniel Boone period, and grandmother Casey, who had been Jane Montgomery, had worn moccasins in her girlhood, and once saved her life by jumping a fence and out-running a redskin pursuer.  The Montgomery and Casey annals were full of blood-curdling adventures, and there is to-day a Casey County next to Adair, with a Montgomery County somewhat farther east.  As for the Lamptons, there is an earldom in the English family, and there were claimants even then in the American branch.  All these things were worth while in Kentucky, but it was rare Jane Lampton herself—­gay, buoyant, celebrated for her beauty and her grace; able to dance all night, and all day too, for that matter—­that won the heart of John Marshall Clemens, swept him off his feet almost at the moment of their meeting.  Many of the characteristics that made Mark Twain famous were inherited from his mother.  His sense of humor, his prompt, quaintly spoken philosophy, these were distinctly her contribution to his fame.  Speaking of her in a later day, he once said: 

“She had a sort of ability which is rare in man and hardly existent in woman—­the ability to say a humorous thing with the perfect air of not knowing it to be humorous.”

She bequeathed him this, without doubt; also her delicate complexion; her wonderful wealth of hair; her small, shapely hands and feet, and the pleasant drawling speech which gave her wit, and his, a serene and perfect setting.

It was a one-sided love affair, the brief courtship of Jane Lampton and John Marshall Clemens.  All her life, Jane Clemens honored her husband, and while he lived served him loyally; but the choice of her heart had been a young physician of Lexington with whom she had quarreled, and her prompt engagement with John Clemens was a matter of temper rather than tenderness.  She stipulated that the wedding take place at once, and on May 6, 1823, they were married.  She was then twenty; her husband twenty-five.  More than sixty years later, when John Clemens had long been dead, she took a railway journey to a city where there was an Old Settlers’ Convention, because among the names of those attending she had noticed the name of the lover of her youth.  She meant to humble herself to him and ask forgiveness after all the years.  She arrived too late; the convention was over, and he was gone.  Mark Twain once spoke of this, and added: 

“It is as pathetic a romance as any that has crossed the field of my personal experience in a long lifetime.”

II

THE FORTUNES OF JOHN AND JANE CLEMENS