The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1892-03-23

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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
moro. 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 | 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 It's nober in the mind. to suffer
The sings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea OF troubles,
And, by opposing, end them? To die-to
sleep
No moro-and, by sleep, TO say we end
The hcartache, and the thousand natural
shocks
That flesh is heir tots g consummation
Devoutly TO he wished. To die-to sleep
To sleep! perchance to dream; aye, there's the
rub
Fer 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 des4h 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. 81 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 mo and laugh. l, who had re-
fused to hold out q helping hand to him
and exert my influence to better his po-
sition. Oh, couldn't bear that! 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 hint
You'll find his address in that desk
send for him. Tell him his brother
Glen 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 tho pillow. Then he told him
that which brought 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 Il their master had
any relations living. They only knew
of one-a brother he never saw, a broth
er who a few Gays 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-now-at once," the
dying man said in voice now weak.
ssTell him, before ne 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.
'sHarry, old fellow" one said, lifting
hand out of bed with last strength.
ssClem! Clemr" the other cried, tax
ing the profered 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 4 forgive youF"
"Clen, 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 l shant
be here. You know the part? All. l
| thought so-you have played it many
times. But nline--,nine is daring plot.
| There is my fur coat on the back of that
chair-put it on. Yes; never mind about
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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 in readiness-the orchestra
will commence, the curtain will rise,
and-and-as-you-step on the stage
the house will ring with applause. Your
-has-come- at-last. Thank
God-I-your brother, Clem-can give
it to you. Harry-Harry, old fellow
Harry-hold my hand-I'm-goodby-
put your arms--round me-Harry-
Harry
The man fell back in his brothers
| ar1ns-dead!
| That night the theater was packed.
The stage doorkeeper touched his hat to
the great actor as he passed through
without word. The promptcr'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 1aorrow the newspapers devoted col
umn after column in eulogizing re-
| or Ia