The year 1902 was an eventful one for Mark Twain.  In April he received a degree of LL.D. from the University of Missouri and returned to his native State to accept it.  This was his last journey to the Mississippi River.  During the summer Mrs. Clemens’s health broke down and illnesses of one sort or another visited other members of the family.  Amid so much stress and anxiety Clemens had little time or inclination for work.  He wrote not many letters and mainly somber ones.  Once, by way of diversion, he worked out the idea of a curious club—­which he formed—­its members to be young girls—­girls for the most part whom he had never seen.  They were elected without their consent from among those who wrote to him without his consent, and it is not likely that any one so chosen declined membership.  One selection from his letters to the French member, Miss Helene Picard, of St.-Die, France, will explain the club and present a side of Mask Twain somewhat different from that found in most of his correspondence.

To Miss Picard, in St.-Die, France: 

Riverdale-on-the-Hudson, February 22, 1902.  Dear Miss Helene,—­If you will let me call you so, considering that my head is white and that I have grownup daughters.  Your beautiful letter has given me such deep pleasure!  I will make bold to claim you for a friend and lock you up with the rest of my riches; for I am a miser who counts his spoil every day and hoards it secretly and adds to it when he can, and is grateful to see it grow.

Some of that gold comes, like yourself, in a sealed package, and I can’t see it and may never have the happiness; but I know its value without that, and by what sum it increases my wealth.

I have a Club, a private Club, which is all my own.  I appoint the Members myself, and they can’t help themselves, because I don’t allow them to vote on their own appointment and I don’t allow them to resign!  They are all friends whom I have never seen (save one), but who have written friendly letters to me.

By the laws of my Club there can be only one Member in each country, and there can be no male Member but myself.  Some day I may admit males, but I don’t know—­they are capricious and inharmonious, and their ways provoke me a good deal.  It is a matter which the Club shall decide.

I have made four appointments in the past three or four months:  You as Member for France, a young Highland girl as Member for Scotland, a Mohammedan girl as Member for Bengal, and a dear and bright young niece of mine as Member for the United States—­for I do not represent a country myself, but am merely Member at Large for the Human Race.

You must not try to resign, for the laws of the Club do not allow that.  You must console yourself by remembering that you are in the best of company; that nobody knows of your membership except myself—­that no Member knows another’s name, but only her country; that no taxes are levied and no meetings held (but how dearly I should like to attend one!).