The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1892-03-19


the glass to bis lips and gulpcd down
the contents. Hour after hour passed.
the night had gone and with the first
signs Of the approaching day the doctor
who had remained faithful watcher
all through the night-drew aside the
window curtains. and the light streamed
in upon the man as he lay IN his bed. 1t
lit up the face Of man whose life was
fast going. He looked almost pitifully
toward the doctor.
Il shall be there tonight, ehY' he asked.
II mustn't dieappoint them, doctor. Let
me run through my lines with you. Do!
There is my Shakespeare--there, ON that
table by the window. II was my moth
er's gift. Bring it to me carefully
The doctor silently did as be was bid.
He knew that he was obeying the wishes
Of one for whom hecould not do much
more. When he turned his head ne saw
that the dying man had raised himself
in the bed.
sTurn to the Third Act---the First
Scene. enter Listen now, and tell
me what effect this has upon you. Lis,
ten!
TO Be or not 70 boz that Ii the question
Whether It's nobler In the mind, to suffer
The slings and arrows 81 outrageous fortune:
Or % take arms against sea Of troubles.
And, by opposing. end themf To die-to
sleep
No more and. BY asleep, 70 say we end
The heartache. and the thousand natural
shocks
That flesh Is heir to--,tis a contamination
noxt 4lrttt .s.yfal .nA -.
To sleepl 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.
For in that sleep Of death what dreams may
come"
Then the man stopped. He muir
INJURED these words yet again and again
then. turning to the doctor, he told him
what he well knew--that he was dying.
DO you know what would be my
dream in that long Sleep" he asked
wildly and yet plaintively. II will tell
you. My brotherl He would mock at
me that was snapped off in the very
moment Of my triumph. He would
point at me and laugh. |, who had re-
fused to hold out helping hand to him
and exert my influence to better his po-
sition. Oh, Icouldn't bear thatl Harry,
Harry, old fellow, if / could only see
you again; If could only ask you to
forgive me before it is too late; If L.
Doctor" he cried suddenly, 81 must see
my brother Harry! / must see hirnl
E1.1 ~ \ -. u n.
send for him. Tell him his brother
Glenn wants to speak to him and do 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 q wild smile of glad
ness to his pallid face. He laughed at
the news. His brother Harry was be-
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, a broth.
er who 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 endeavor to get him an engage
ment. So the doctor telegraphed to him,
and he had only just that moment come.
Send him to me nowat once, = the
dying man said. In q 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.
Harry, old fellow" one said, lifting
a hand ont of bed with last strength.
.''Clem! Glenn" the other cried, tax
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! | know
it. / shall have missed tonight, shan't
II But I've found you. Come nearer
to me and listenl Harry, I've been cruel
to yeu--you forgive meY
The other clasped his hand.
mo, no; say It'll Say i forgive you!' :
"Clem, my brother; / forgive You,
Glenn" Henry Walford said, through
his tears.
81 shan't be able to talk much, so
must say it quickly. A little water
just wet my lips. Thank ou-thank
You, old fellow. Now, listen earnestly
to me. Come very near. Harry, yonr
chance has come at last and tonight.
You can take it in my stead, for shan't
be here. You know the part? All! ]
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 word. They
will touch their hats to you and let you
pass. Go to my room-it is the first on
the lpff Make md roxsc syo,4 hinrr ;c