El Paso daily herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1881-1901, 1899-07-13

latter, for winter was at hand, ana we
needed my weekly salary. Then there
was the probability that all my labor
would go for naught, and I would be
left out in the cold, for you know that
in newspaperdom it is easier to resign
a position than to get one, for when a
man steps out there are always 30 9TH
ers ready and anxious to take his place,
many of them just as good and some
considerably cheaper.
'sBut the dear little wife, who never
doubted my success, decided for me.
So I resigned my desk and went to
work with might and main on my play.
had scarcely been at it week before
the baby fell i'll, and then our small
savings began to fly. No one knows
how money can go until his income IS
cut off and his expenses are increased,
and very soon we were brought face to
face with the problem of how to live on
nothing a week Still I worked on,
sandwiching in sketches and stories
enough to keep us going between the
acts Of my play, until it seemed as If
the pen were constantly in my hand
and my brain was in whirl We were
never reduced to actual want, nor even
thanks to the kindness of our cred
itors- to public humiliation, but for
the first time since my marriage was
compelled to renew acquaintance with
the pawnbrokers, and my pride was
humbled forever.
"Worse still was the constant worry
and care for our little one. We could
not afford to hire a nurse, SO the wife
and took turns in standing watch over
her. Baby had just reached the age
when she was learning to lisp our
names, and she chung to us with that
blind confidence of childhood which
than anything know on earth. Then
we tasted the bitter anguish of seeing
our little darling, whom we had learned
to love so, fade and wither before our
eyes like a tender flower, and we could
not help her.
81 was constantly tormented by the
fear that lack of ready money was de-
priving my child of some relief or lux
ury that might bring her back to health,
so, when about this time received an
offer of another position, I was on the
point of accepting it. But my wife for
babe me- She insisted upon my finish
ing the play which she felt certain
would bring me fame and fortune. I'm
hesitatingly she sacrificed her baby upon
the altar of my ambition, and II &C
cepted that awful sacrifice.
"Critics say that my play bristles
with wit and epigram; that its humor
is irresistible and its situations simply
Yet I often wonder as
watch the people laughing at and ap-
plauding the performance how it would
affect them if they knew that those
lines were written by the bedside of my
dying baby, in the still. solemn hours
Of the night, while my dear, devoted
little wife slept the sleep of the utterly
exhausted Would they laugh if they
knew that between those laughable lines
I often paused to soothe my baby's fe-
vered brow and wet her parched lips 7
Some of those side splitting scenes were
written with my little one in my arms
and a heavier weight than her frai1 lit
tie form on my heart. It would have
been a tragedy had I written as felt
"Then in the midst of rehearsals the
hurry, worry and manifold vexations
incident to staging new play, the pic |
ture of that pallid little face on the pill |
low, with the tired, fearful one Of my
wife bending over it, would come be- |
tween me and the stage, and those |
laugh provoking speeches sounded like
ribald mockeries to my ears. How will !
ingly would have forfeited even the |
of success to bring the glow |
Of health and happiness back to those |
two loved faces
''On the night of the first perform |
ance there was no one to respond to the |
calls for the author. 1 was sitting by |
the bed of my baby, watching her little
life flicker and go out even at the hour |
when my fame and fortune were born. |
And were they to increase thousand
fold they could never blot out the bitter |
of that night. 1t was part of I
the price of success, and it can never be !
Ill paid on ibis earth
Holden passed, and there were tears |
IN his eyes.
pardon me for paining you, old fell |
ow, - he resumed, ''but must talk to |
some one. The little wife never refers
nelp it, for she fears to pain me the |
more, and for the same reason refrain
rom speaking of it to her. But can
see in her thin, pale face and tear drain
I'd eyes the same thought that is con-
,tantly torturing me-if fortune had |
out come little sooner, might it not |
nave saved our baby's life, for if that |
was in truth the price of success it was
Ill too dear. '-Willard Holcomb in |
Washington Post.
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