Connecticut western news., 1892-06-30

There is my Shat1espeare-there, on that table by the window. It was my moth CTS gift. Bring it to me carefully"
 The doctor silently did as he was bid. He knew that he was obeying the wishes of one for whom he could not do much more. When he turned his head he saw that the dying man had raised himself in the bed
 'Turn to the Third Act-the First Scene. 1 enter. Listen now, and tell me what effect this has upon you. Lis. ten!
 '"To be or not to be-that is the question
 Whether 'tis n0bler in the mind to suffer
 The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune;
 Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
 And, by opposing, end them? To die-to
 sleep
 No more-and, by sleep, to say we end
 The heartache, and the thousand natural
 shocks
 That flesh is heir to-'tis a consummation
 Devoutly to be wished. To die-to sleep
 To sleep! perchance to dream; aye, there's the
 rub
 For in that sleep of death what dreams may
 come.
 "Why do you stare at me? Keep your eyes on the book and not on me.
 
 come."
 Then the man stopped. He mur- mured these words yet again and again then. turning to the doctor, he told him what he we'll knew-that he was dying.
 'Do you know what would be my dream in that long sleep?' he asked wildly and yet plaintively. ''I will tell you. My brother! He would mock at me that l was snapped off in the very moment of my triumph. He would point at me and laugh. I, who had re- fused to hold out helping hand to him and exert my influence 70 better his po- sition. Oh, couldn't beAr thatI Harry, Harry, old fellow, if I could only see you again; if I could only ask you to forgive me before it is too late; if T. Doctor" he cried suddenly, "I must see my brother Harry! I must see himl You'll find his address in that desk send for him. Tell him his brother Glenn wants to speak to him and dc at last what he has always 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 glad ness to his pallid face. He laughed at low waiting even then. When the doc tor saw that the man was dying, he asked the servants if their master had any relations living. They only knew of one-a brother he never saw, broth CT who a few days before had knocked at the door and had gone away unseen. They knew his address, for he had left it. He had come up to London, hoping against hope that still the great actor would endeayor to get him an engage ment So the doctor telegraphed to him, and he had only just that moment come.
 "Send him 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 Walford as- cending the stairs he started in surprise. How like these two men were; how won derfully like. But one, though poverty had lined her story upon his face, looked strong and well, the other man was dy- ing fast Quietly he entered.
 , hand out of bed with a last strength.
 "Clem! Clemr' the other cried, talk ing the proffered hand and putting the other arm around his neck and lifting his head up. Then the two men kissed each other.
 Harry, old boy, I'm dying! I know it. I shall have missed tonight, shan't I? But I've found you. Come nearer to me and listen! Harry, I've been cruel to you-you forgive me?"
 The other clasped his hand.
 "No. no; say it! Say I forgive your"
 "Clem, my brother; 1 forgive you, Clem," Henry Walford said. through his tears.
 II shan't be able to talk much, so I 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 tonight. You can take it in my stead, for I shan't be here. You know the part? Ahl 1 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"
 Henry Walford did so.
 "Yes-yes-it is 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-everthing is there. Be ill readiness-the orchestra will commence, the curtain will rise, nd-and-as-you-st on the stage the house will ring with applause. Your chance-has-com at at-last. Thank God-I-your brother, Clem-can give it to you. Harry-Harry, old fellow Harry-hold my hand-rm-goodb put your arms-round me-Harry- Harry
 The man fell back in his brothers armS-dead!
 That night the theater was packed. The stage doorkeeper touched his hat to the great actor as he passed through without word. The proInpter's bell rang and the curtain rose. Hamlet en- tered and the noise was deafening, and when the curtain fell he who played the Prince was called again and again. On the morrow the newspapers devoted col umn after column in eulogizing a re- markable performance, "one that would live in the memory of all who had seen 1t" Then, when the truth came out, the excitement and curiosity were in- creased twofold. Clement Walford was ever remembered, Henry Walford from that night was never forgotten. His chance had come at last.-Harry How in Strand Magazine.
 Big OWL.
 F. A. Morton, who lives @ mile or so south of town, caught a horned owl in q