Cottonwood report. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1893-1901, 1894-01-26
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of one for whom he could not do mucl
more. When he turned his head he say
that the dying man had raised himsel
in the bed.
Turn to the Third Act-the FRS
Scene. l enter. Listen now, and tel
me what effect this has upon you. Lis
ten!
ITO be or not to be-that is the question
Whether It's nobler in the mind, to suffer
The sings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or TO take arms against sea of troubles,
And, by opposing, end them? To diet,
sleep
No more-and, by sleep, to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natura
shocks
That flesh is heir tots 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.
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 nv
dream in that long Sleep he asked
wildly and yet plaintively. 81 will tell
you. Ny 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. l, who had re-
fused to hold out a 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 l could only ask you to
forgive me before it is too late; if L
Doctor" he cried suddenly, 81 must see
my brother Harry! l 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 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
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, broth
er who few days before had knocked
at the door and had gone away unseen.
They knew his address, for he had left
1t. 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.
''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 out Of bed with last strength.
"Clem! Clnm!' the other cried, TAX
ing the proffered hand and putting the
oftS,24rarm around his neck and lifting
lis head up. Then the two men kissed
ZACH other.
Harry, old boy, I'm dying! know
t. | shall have missed tonight, shan't
=? But I've found you. Come nearer
o me and listen! Harry, I've been cruel
o you-you forgive me?"
The other clasped his hand.
'No, no; say til Say 4 forgive your"
"Clem, my brother; | forgive YOU,
Jlem,' Henry Walford said, through
lis tears.
II shan't be able to talk much, so l
must say it quickly. A little water
ust wet my lips. Thank you-thank
ON, old fellow. Now, listen earnestly
o me. Come very near. Harry. your
nance has come at last-and tonight
on can take it in my stead, for | shan't
,e here. You know the part? All! |
bought so-you have played it many
lines. But mine-mine is daring plot.
here is my fur coat on the back of that
hair-put it on, Yes; never mind about
citing go my hand-put it on, Harry"
Henry Walford did so.
"4es-yes-it is myself. Go down to
he theater tonight. Walk in at the
tage door without saying a word. They
will touch their hats to you and let you
ass. Go to my room-it is the first on
he left. Make up-dress-everthing is
here. Be in readiness-the orchestra
viii commence, the curtain will rise,
as-you-step on the stage
he house will ring with applause. Your
at last. Thank
brother, Clem-can give
to you. Harry-Harry, old fellow
Iarry-hold my hand-fm-goodby-
ut your arms-round me-Harry-
larry
The man fell back in his brothers
That night the theater was packed.
he stage doorkeeper touched his hat to
le great actor as he passed through
'ithout word. The prompter's bell
ing and the curtain rose. Hamlet en-
9red and the noise was deafening, and
hen the curtain fell he who PLAYED the
rince was called again and again. On
lie morrow the newspapers devoted col
mn after column in eulogizing re-
performance, lone that would
We in the memory of all who had seen
:" Then, when the truth came out,
lie excitement and curiosity were in
'eased twofold. Clement Walford was
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