New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1892-03-30

they could bOth
: lay claim to the same birthday; their
faces were Identical, their figures the
same. Fortune, however, had placed
them in totally distinct channels.
Their mother, her day, for she had
been dead these twenty years, was
an actress OF rare ability, and people
had crowded the theaters night after
night to follow her impressive acting.
Both her sons had inherited her
talents in no small measure, and two
years previous to her death they had
Launched out in their first struggle to
win fresh laurels for the name around
which all that was gifted and gather
ed. Talents, alas! may live
and shine, yet they may
live and scarcely flicker. To-day these
two men were brothers only in name.
The gifts of the one had been recognize
ed by a tickle public, and the abilities
CT the other never had thought.
Clement Walford, His name was on
.everybody's lips, The critics gave
him columns in the papers, the thea
trical managers almost knelt at his
feet and paid eagerly the money he de-
manded to secure his services; society
held open it's doors, and the great act
or entered at his ease And Henry?
A struggler-nothing more; disap-
pointed struggler. Clever, but I'M
known; gifted, but unheard OF. His
brothers success may have cut him,
but it never discouraged him. He la
bored on, still hopeful While the
popular man was rich in London, the
other towering on the very edges OF
poverty.
There were times when he had been
forced to write to his brother a letter
asking for help, but no reply ever
came. The poor mans wife had even
knocked at the great actors door,
but the response from servants
lips was that "Mr. Walford was en-
gagged" And SO the brother lived.
The one utterly oblivious to the ties
of relationship, the other hoping for
recognition and reconciliation at
last. Clement Walford' s triumph was
at hand. Hitherto, Shakspeare's
character had with him remained I'M
touched, but paragraphs in the news
papers had just appeared. announc-
ing the fact that it was his intention
to appear at an early date as Ham
let.
Everybody, from manager to pub
Aic, was sanguine of great success; it
was the topic OF the clubs, the con
versation Of the critics. Clement Wal
ford himself felt inwardly comfortable
and satisfied that failure with him
could never be.
The night drew near The day be-
fore the performance had arrived and
the last rehearsal had been held. Gle
inent Walford returned to his rooms.
He stood before the gilded mantel-
piece and looked into the glass. He
started back! He felt giddy. Again
he looked into the mirror with strain
eye. He had never seen such pallor
on his face before. He smiled at his
foolishness. He attempted to reach
"A chair, but found his feet would
scarcely carry him. Make what effort
he might, his head was dropping on to
his breast, he felt his hands trembling
and looked at them to see if it was
true.
Excitement = strain anxiety
nervousness-overd it, he cried;
"a drink OF water brandy-will set
me right. Where's the bell rope? Ali
there it is, y and crawling toward the
cord, across the room, he just manag-
ed to reach it when he fell to the
ground.
When he awoke he lay in bed. the
doctor standing by. He lifted his eyes
toward those OF the doctor.
"Why-why am ! here? How long
have been here? Is this-is this the
fins + night?" he asked.
''You have been here a few hours,
that is ALL, was the doctors reply.
H.Le quite still-keep you hands in
bed, now"
s'Thank God! Thank God.o the
man said, ~ was afraid it was the
first night What's the matter with
me? Why don't you answer? Don't
look at me like that; answer me!'
''You have been doing too much
dately-you are not strong!"
mot strong!!o
"And nothing but perfect rest will
bring you around again" the doctor
said. "You have
"What? What? Tell me quickly"
tsYou have broken blood vessel"
The man looked at the doctor for a
moment. Then he rose in his bed. His
voice was scarcely discernible; it was
cold and harsh; it was not the voice
OF man whose tone had fascinated
all its hearers. He looked the medical
man wildly in the face. He asked
quietly at first:
''Do you know what tomorrow
might is? No; OF course you don't.
But | do. 1t is the first night OF Ham
let, and shall be there there, with
the house before me, hanging on every
word utter. Do you think this bed
will hold me from my triumph? do
you think you, or the warming OF
any man, will prevent me from vel
coming the hour OF my success? Not
strong! You don't know me- You