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Rh The company rose and drank the toast in serious silence. Then Mr. Goodman said: "Of course, Artemus, it's all right, but why did you give us Upper Canada?" "Because I don't want it myself," said Ward, gravely. What would one not give to have listened to the talk of that evening! Mark Twain's power had awakened; Artemus Ward was in his prime. They were giants of a race that became extinct when Mark Twain died. Goodman remained rather quiet during the evening. Ward had appointed him to order the dinner, and he had attended to this duty without mingling much in the conversation. When Ward asked him why he did not join the banter, he said: "I am preparing a joke, Artemus, but I am keeping it for the present." At a late hour Ward finally called for the bill. It was two hundred and thirty-seven dollars. "What!" exclaimed Artemus. "That's my joke," said Goodman. "But I was only exclaiming because it was not twice as much," laughed Ward, laying the money on the table. Ward remained through the holidays, and later wrote back an affectionate letter to Mark Twain. "I shall always remember Virginia as a bright spot in my existence," he said, "as all others must, or rather, cannot be, as it were." With Artemus Ward's encouragement, Mark Twain now began sending work eastward. The New 135