Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1883-04-25

Both the new corners were clean
ehayen, smelled oftobacco tempered with
gas, and had braid upon their coats
One possessed quite q brand new hat.
This was Mr.. Sidney Tarragon, the man
ager of the Theater Royal. The other
was distinguished by rich brown wig,
an almost too excellent set of teeth, and
a plated pair of eye glasses. At night,
carefully made up, and with the first
pick of the wardrobe, he did not look
more than about forty seven as Ro-
meo." It had been said that he had
played clear five years ago in his
own hair. He was All eminently useful
member of the profession. This was
Mr.. Sidney Tarragon's leading mar.
The two came III on tip-toe, looked
about them, listened, smiled, nodded to
each other, and finally sat down in an
attitude of rapt attention, on the respec-
tive edges of two unsteady horse hair
chairs. There was a moments pause.
Then nervous, earnest voice broke
the silence.
Leave me, you coward!" it cried.
"Leave me! Isn't it enough to have
darkened the light of my whole life, that
here, across my death-bed, you must
come and cast your hideous shadow :?
Ha! you vince because I, who have for
given you-yes, seventy times seven
and, hoping that change might come
on you, have held my peace through the
long long years of your heartless, your
| brutal Mathematician on you when
the eleventh hour has struck, end [ tell
you call God to witness that spite Of
myself, the very name [ bear the very
blood that flows within my veins are ut
terry hateful to me because of the mys-
| terious curse which has made them com
mon to us both. Does this sound so
horrible to you! Look back to the day
when, with smooth words, proffering
your aid as brother, you robbed me
| like thief! Look back, say, to that
day, and tell me with the last words that
l shall ever hear from your lips, tell me,
1t you can-tell me If you dare, that for
the wrong you did me then, you have
not borne me a malignant and undying
hatred ever sincel You answer-noth-
ing; but-whiten as / speak; whiten. :"
| The voice of the speaker was choked; he
| fell back feeling for something with his
| thin hands, as one In darkness. There
was a child's agonized cry, and then the
last words came. {" But it is-over," the
sinking man whispered, in broken &C
cents, " forgotten-and L say to you
with-my dying BREATH forgive you
-brotherp Ny child! its over; God
help me!'
There was prolonged burst of APP
plause from four hands In the little sit
ting room.
"Capital that's what it wanted.
You've kept all the fat for the finish,
my boy; and, by Jove, I'll tell you what
I'll do. I'll make it five down, and
fifteenth share of the net, if it runs
fortnight. There"
1t was magnificent offer, and the
jubilant manager, as, with /" I hope I
don't intrude," he peeped playfully
round the door into the chamber of
death, knew it.
Magnificent, however, as it was. it
met no response. A swooning girl
knealt by figure that lay prone, in an
awful stiffness, on small iron bed,
while something uneasy and ashen
covered and crouched in corner.
Mr.. Sidney Tarragon's practiced
eye took in the tableau at glance
and noted its defective stage manage
ment.
"Ihis hasn't been rehearsed," he
thought rather soberly to himself.
And he was right.
Act LII" had not been rehearsed.
But it had had little more "back-
bone" put into 1t,sand now-the cur
tam was down, and the play was over.