The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1905-02-19
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and broke into eager congratulations.
The most cheering anticipatiOns OF
success will not stop the progress Of
fever Webster grew steadily worse.
Often he seemed unconscious of all
about him and lay staring at the cell
ing, but he always liked to keep the
notice of acceptance under his head
Vanishing day came and found him
far too Ill to think of going. and at
iast-the doctor shook his head and said
he feared the patient would not last
twenty-four hours.
The CHAINS took turns TO sit with him,
but IS the day Wore on Marshall re-
fused to give mp his place, and the
two settled down for the night The
soft dusk of a Paris evening began
to fall around them. Webster seemed
asleep. and they kept silence. watch
ing the sky changing behind the dome
of the Pantheon TO the warm darkness
OF a spring night Marshall rose and
lit the lamp. shading the light from
the sick mans eyes.
Suddenly Webster began to speak in
a soft, even voice. No" he said, Il m
glad I came. 1t was worth while, and
now my pictures in They can't say,
any of them. it was no use to try il"
Be turned his head. Marshall, he
said.
yes. old man."
"Youn write end ten mother all
about it, and about the picture, you
KNOW. ana say urea 10 MAKE ~
money go as FAR as l could. Ihere ii
be enough to bury me, 1 think"
"Oh, that's all right, old man; you
mustn't talk ike that. You're going
to get we'll and paint lot more pic
lures"
mo. I am not. and I'm sorter glad,
too. Maybe 1 couldn't have done an
other so good-another good enough to
get into the Salon. You've both been
real kind. I used TO look at you in
Julian's and wish | was big. strong
man like you. l used to think you
were a dude" he added to Haistead.
I'm sorry
He sank off into Inconsistencies.
The night wore on Through the halI
omen window came the occasional
sound of footsteps and the sim less
frequent rattle of wheels suddenly
voice in the street broke the silence
singing The noise reused Webster,
who started.
"Airr1 he cried. Il want air.
Marshall lifted him. while Halstead
threw the window wide.
Pray" said Webster family
The two men exchanged whd
you" began Halstead. Il don't
Il tell you you've got to pray"
Missed Marshall. Anything VIII DO
only be Quick about it.
HaIstead dropped on his knees, and
in q sh="-ins voice began, our Fa-
Their" lie ended with d sob and bur
led his face in the coarse blanket, his
| shoulders working.
"More!' gasped the dying voice
eco on" commanded Marshall
| Vague recol1ections of church sefN-
ice long unheard and half forgotteI
| Dassed through Halstead's mind, ana
| sentence after sentence rose dlscoh-
| nectedIy to his lips like bubbles in
! champagne glass. Webster was nghI-
ing for breath in Marshalls arms
| suddenly the struggle ceased, ne Jay
SIN. Then. turning, he looked INTO tht
| face bent down TO his
! "Honeward boundr' he SAID 1alntly
| Haistead on his knees, his race mo-
den, continued his vague, inconereii
| petition.
The glorious company of the Apostles
! praise Thee,
The goodiy fellowship of the Prophets
! praise Thee,
The noble army of Martyrs praise
Thee
shut UP. now said Marshall
Don't you see he's gomez"
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