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


light.streamed in upon the man as he
lay in his bed. 1t lit up the face of q
man whose life was fast going. He
looked almost pitifully towards the
doctor.
II shall be there tonight, eh2'' he
asked. Il mustn't disappoint them,
doctor. Let me run through my lines
with you. Do! There is my Shaks-
earethere, on that table by the
window. 1t was my mothers 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
hlshead he saw that the dying man
had raised himself in the bed.
ssTurn to the Third Act-The First
Scene. enter. Listen now, and tell
me what effect this has upon you.
Listen
"ro be, or not to -thatis the question:
Whether It's not in the mind to suffer
The sings and arrows of outrageous for
tune;
Or to take arms against a sea oftroubles,
And by opposing end them. 10 die-to
sleep
No more;-and, by a sleep to say We end
The heartache, and the thousand natural
ills
That flesh is heir tots contamination
Devoutly to be wished. 10 die-to sleep
TO sleep! perchance to dream; ay, there's
the rub
For in that sleep ofdeath what dreams may
come.
"Why do you stare at me? Keep
your eyes on the book and not
on me.
For in hatsleep of death what dreams
come"
Then the man stopped. He muir
INJURED these words yet again and again;
then, turning to the doctor; he told
him what he we'll knew-that he was
dying.
'sDo you know what would be my
dream in that long sleep?" he asked
wildly and yet plaintively. II will
tell you. My brother He would
mock at me thatI was snapped off in
the very moment Of my triumph. He
would point at me and laugh, [, who
had refused to hold out a
helping hand to him and exert
my influence to better his position.
Oh! | couldn't bear that! Harry,
Harry old fellow, if I could only ask
you to forgive me before it is too
late: ifI-doctor," he cried suddenly,
81 must see my brother Harry! 1
must see him! You'll find his address
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 pa
TENTS head upon the pillow. Then
he told him that which brought a
wild smile Of gladness to his pallid
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 ask
ed the servants if their master had
any relations living. 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 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 endeavorto get him
an engagement. So the doctor tele-
graphed to him, and he had only Just
that moment come
"Send him to me-now-at once"
the dying man said in a low voice now
weak. "Tell him, before he comes I'D,
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 those 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, lifting
hand out OF bed with alast strength.
"Clem! Cem!" the other cried
taking the proffered hand and putting
the other arm around his neck and
lifting MS head up. Then the two men
kissed each other
Harry, old boy, I'm dying! / know
it.. shall havemissed tonight, shan't
/? But I've found J on. Come nearer
to me and listen. Harry I've been
cruel to you-you forgive me?"
The other clasped his hand
mo, no; say it! Say 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 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 | shan't be here. You know
the part? All! | thought so-you
have played it many times. But mine
mine is a daring plot. There is my
fur coat on the back OF that chair
put it on. Yes; never mind about let
ting go my hand putt on, Harry
Henry Walford did so.
eye yes-it is myself. Go down