June 26 Tuesday – Sam left Dublin, N.H. and traveled first to Boston, then on to New York. If his plans went as he’d told Charlotte Teller on June 25, he arrived home at 6 p.m. (See IVL’s journal entry below).  In the evening he wrote to William Dean Howells 

It is lovely of you to say those beautiful things—I don’t know how to thank you enough. But I love you, that I know.

June 25 Monday – In Dublin, N.H. Sam wrote to Charlotte Teller Johnson.

Dear Charlotte, I am called from this solitude to that of the society of Katy & the butler at No. 21 for a day or two, & am due to arrive there at 6 p.m. to-morrow. If you haven’t registered any crimes against me in the past ten days I hope you will be so good & so kind as to appear at 21 Wednesday morning at 10—if that isn’t too early for you—& let me look at you. Could you? Would you? Will you? [MTP].

June 23 Saturday – About this day Sam gave Lyon a memo to write Witter Bynner: “Write Bynner that Mr. Clemens feels that McClure is a publisher & not an editor. Can’t you look over that Ms.” [MTP].  Note: Bynner was an editor at this time for McClure’s. See ca. June 10 entry.

Another memo was given to Lyon, this for Samuel S. McClure likely having to do with the same above reply to Bynner. Both memos carry a “?” for this date: “Telegraph Mr. McClure that Mr. Clemens can see him at noon on Wednesday June 27” [MTP].

June 22 Friday – In Dublin, N.H. Sam wrote to Upton Sinclair.

In dictating the morning’s chap in my auto one day last week I uttered a paragraph which indicates that I realize the magnitude & effectiveness of the earthquake which “The Jungle” has set going under the Canned Polecat Trust of Chicago.

June 20 Wednesday – Isabel Lyon’s journal:

“There was a row in Silver Street”

June 19 Tuesday – Isabel Lyon’s journal:

June 18 Monday – In Dublin, N.H. Sam finished his June 16, 17 to Charlotte Teller Johnson.

June 17 Sunday – In Dublin, N.H. Sam added to his June 16 to Charlotte Teller Johnson.

Sunday continued. I’ve come back to bed—there was no way to put in the time. It is still raining as hard as ever, & is reposeful & contenting. I finished both letters—oh, acres of MS!— make them kill time for me as long as I could. If by good luck Mr. Rogers says yes—but I know he will, & then I shall do as I’ve said.