The Forrest City times., 1892-04-15

nured these words yet az ain and again: .nen' turning to the doctor. he told nm what he well knew-that he was dying ' was
 Do you know what would be my dream in that long sleep?r be asked wildly and yet plaintively. "I win tell you. My brother! He would mock at me that l was snapped of in the very moment of my triumph. He would point at me and laugh. L who had refused to hold out a helping hand eo nm and exert my influence to bet ter his position. Oh! I couldn't bear that. Harry Harry. old fellow if I could only see you again. if I could only ask you to forgive me before if ia 100 latei it l-doctor." he cried sud denly "l must see my brother Harry! ! must see him, You'll find his ad- dress in that desk-send for him. Tell hlm his brother Glenn wants to sneak to hlm and do at last what he has al- ways refused. There. in that desk"
 The doctor quietly laid the patients mead upon the pillow. Then he told nm that which brought wild smile or gIadness to 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 liy- ing. They only knew Of one-a brother he never saw. a brother who only few days before had knocked at the door and had gone away un- seen. They knew his address for he had left it He had come up to Lon- don hoping against hope that still the great actor would endeavor to get him an engagement. So the doctor tele- graphed to him, and he had only just thas moment come.
 Send him to me-now-at once {" the dying man said in a voice now weak. Tell him before he comes up that his brother Clem is longing to see him.
 The doctor went to the door and called and when he saw Henry Wall 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 a hand out Of bed with a last strength.
 'Clem! Cleml" the other cried, talk ing the proffered 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. know it l shall have missed to- night, shan't l? But I've found you. Come nearer to me and listen. Harry. I've been cruel to you--you forgive me2"
 'Clem my brother; forgive you. Clem." Henry Walford said. through his tears.
 T shan't be able to talk much, so l must say it quickly A little water just wet my lips. Thank you. thank you old fellow. Now, listen earnestly to me. Come very near Harry. your chance has come at last-and to- night You can take it in my stead. for l shan't be here You know the part? An, thought so; you have played it many times. But mine mine Is a daring plot There is my fur coat ou the back of that chair put it on. Yes; never mind about letting go my hand-put it on, Harry. 7"
 Yes -yes-ft IS myself. Go down to tho theater tonight Walk in at the stage door without saying 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 as-come-at-last Thank God-I your brother Clem-can give it to you Harry Harry old fellow-Har- ry--hold my hand-Tm-good- bye put your arms-round me-Harry- Harry
 The man fell back in his brothers arms-dea1
 That night the theater was packed The stage doorkeeper touched his hat to the great actor as he passed through without A word. The prompter's bell rang and the curtain rose. Hamlet entered and the noise was deafening. 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 eulogizing a remarkable performance one that would live in the memory Of all who had seen it Then. when the trath came out the excitement and curiosity were increased twofold. Clement Walford was ever remem- bered. Henry Walford from that night was never forgotten. His chance had come at last. Strand Magazine
 Heroic Courtesy.
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