Idaho County free press. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho Territory) 1886-current, 1892-04-29

INJURED these words yet ag ain and again,
then, turning to the doctor he told
him what he well knew-that he was
dying.
DO you know what would DO nv
dream in that long slcep?" he asked
wildly and yet plaintively. Il will
tell you. My brother. 10 would
mock at me that was snapped of in
the very moment Of my triumph. He
would point at me and laugh. !, who
had refused TO hold out helping hand
TO him and exert my influence to bet
ter his position. Oh! / couldn't bear
that. Harry, Harry, old fellow, IL
could only see you again. il I could
only ask you TO forgive me before 1t is
too late; il doctor" he cried sud
denly, Il must see my brother Harry!
! must see him! You'll find his ad-
dress in that desk-send for him. Tell
him his brother Glenn wants to speak
to him and do at last what he has al
ways refused. There. in that desk"
The doctor quietly laid the patients
head upon the pillow. Then he told
him that which brought wild smile
OF gladness 10 his paliid face. He
laughed at the news. His brother
Harry was below waiting even then.
When the doctor saw that the man
was dying, he had asked the servants
II their master had any relations liv-
ing, They only knew of one-a
brother he never saw, brother who
only few days before had knocked
ut the door and had gone away un.
seen. They knew his address for he
had left it. lie had come up to Lon
don hoping against hope that still tho
great actor would endeavor to get him
an engagement. SO the doctor tele.
graphed to him. and ne had only Just
thas moment come
send MIN to me-nOw-at once.
the dying man said in voice now
weak. Tell him before he comes up
that his brother Glenn is longing to see
him."
The doctor went to the door and
called; and when he saw Henry Wal
ford ascending the stairs he started in
surprise. How like these two men
were; how wonderfully like. But one,
though poverty had lined her story
upon his face. looked strong and we'll,
the other man was dying fast Quiet.
ly he entered.
Harry. old fellow" one said lift.
ing hand out of bed with last
strength.
Glen. Glenn" the other cried, TAX
ing the pro5ered hand and putting tho
other arm around his neck and lifting
his head up. Then the two men
kissed each other.
Harry, old boy I'm dying! l
know it. l shall have missed to-
night shan't |? But I've found you.
Come nearer to me and listen. Harry
I've been cruel TO you-you forgive
me?"
elem my brother; | forgive you,
Glenn. Henry WalforI said through
his tears,
Il shan't be ablo TO talk much. so |
must say it quickly. A little water
just wet my lips. Thank you. thank
YOU old fellow. Now. listen earnestly
10 me. Come very near Harry,
your chance has como at last-and to-
night You can take it in my stead.
for l shan't be here. You know the
part? All! l thought so: you have
played it many times. But mine
mine is daring plot There is my
fur coat on the back OF that chair
put it on. Yes; never mind about
letting go my hand-put it on, Harry"
"1es-yes-it ,s myself Go down
to the theater tonight Walk in at
the stage door without saying "a word.
They will touch their hats to you and
let you pass. Go TO my room-it is
the first on the left. Make-up-dress
everything is there Be in readi-
ness-the orchestra will commence, |
the curtain will rise. and-and-as-,
you-step on the stage, the house will
ring with applause Your chance
s-come-at-last. Thank God--I
your brother Clem-can give it to |
you Harry Harry, old fellow-Har-
ry-hold my hand-Im-good-b bye
put your arms-rOund mc-Harry-
Harry ,
The man fell back in his brothers
|
That night the theater was packed. !
The stage doorkeeper touched his hat
to the great actor as he passed through
without word. The prompter's bell |
rang and the curtain rose. Hamlet
and the noise was deafening. I
and when the curtain fell he who had
played the prince was called again and
again. On the morrow the newspa-
pers devoted column after column in
eulogiz ny remarkable performance, /
one that would live in the memory
OF all who had seen it Then, when
the trIth came out the excitement
and curiosity were increased twofold.
Clement Walford was ever remem-
bored. Henry Walford from that night
was never forgotten. His chance had
come at last. Strand Magazine.
Heroic Courtesy.