July 26, ’93. 
Dear Mr. Hall,--.....  I hope the machine will be finished this month;
but it took me four years and cost me $100,000 to finish the other
machine after it was apparently entirely complete and setting type like a
house-afire.

I wonder what they call “finished.”  After it is absolutely perfect it can’t go into a printing-office until it has had a month’s wear, running night and day, to get the bearings smooth, I judge.

I may be able to run over about mid-October.  Then if I find you relieved of L. A. L. we will start a magazine inexpensive, and of an entirely unique sort.  Arthur Stedman and his father editors of it.  Arthur could do all the work, merely submitting it to his father for approval.

The first number should pay—­and all subsequent ones—­25 cents a number.  Cost of first number (20,000 copies) $2,000.  Give most of them away, sell the rest.  Advertising and other expenses—­cost unknown.  Send one to all newspapers—­it would get a notice—­favorable, too.

But we cannot undertake it until L. A. L, is out of the way.  With our hands free and some capital to spare, we could make it hum.

Where is the Shelley article?  If you have it on hand, keep it and I will presently tell you what to do with it.

Don’t forget to tell me. 
                         Yours Sincerely
                                   S. L. C.

The Shelley article mentioned in this letter was the “Defense of Harriet Sheller,” one of the very best of his essays.  How he could have written this splendid paper at a time of such distraction passes comprehension.  Furthermore, it is clear that he had revised, indeed rewritten, the long story of Pudd’nhead Wilson.

To Fred J. Hall, in New York: 

July 30, ’93.  Dear Mr. Hall,—­This time “Pudd’nhead Wilson” is a success!  Even Mrs. Clemens, the most difficult of critics, confesses it, and without reserves or qualifications.  Formerly she would not consent that it be published either before or after my death.  I have pulled the twins apart and made two individuals of them; I have sunk them out of sight, they are mere flitting shadows, now, and of no importance; their story has disappeared from the book.  Aunt Betsy Hale has vanished wholly, leaving not a trace behind; aunt Patsy Cooper and her daughter Rowena have almost disappeared—­they scarcely walk across the stage.  The whole story is centered on the murder and the trial; from the first chapter the movement is straight ahead without divergence or side-play to the murder and the trial; everything that is done or said or that happens is a preparation for those events.  Therefore, 3 people stand up high, from beginning to end, and only 3—­Pudd’nhead, “Tom” Driscoll, and his nigger mother, Roxana; none of the others are important, or get in the way of the story or require the reader’s attention.  Consequently, the scenes and episodes which were the strength of the book formerly are stronger than ever, now.