Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-11-13

we fallen on when the Holy High Priest and tho Governor, by descent of Ahouthis, is left with one aged creme to minister to his indrmityl Harmeohis, my poor boy, thou hast laid trouble ct our doorsl Why, what's this? Surely1 he sleeps not, there upon the groundi-'twill be his dea:hi Princei Holy Fatheri Amenemhati awake, arise' and she hobbled towards the corpse. 'Why, how is itl By Him who sleeps he's dead intended and alone-dcdd! dead!" ard she sent her long wall of grief ringing up the sculptured walls.
 "Hushl woman; be stilll' said, gliding from the shadows.
 "Oh, what art thouI" she cried, casting down her basket "Wicked man, hast thou l murdered thls holy One, the only holy One | in Egyptl Surely the curse will fall thee, for though the Gods do seem to have forsaken us now in our hour of trial, yet is l their arm long, and certainly they will be | avenged on him who hath slam theil anoiutedW
 "Look on me, Atoua," cried. "Lookl ay, look-thou wicked wanderef who hast dared this cruel deedl Harmachis l is traitor and lost far away, and Amen emhat, his holy father, is murdered, and now I'm all alone without kith or kia. l | gave them for him. l gave them for Har- machis, the traitor! Come, slay me also, l thou wicked one." l took 8 step toward her, and she, think ing that was about to smite her, cried out in fear;
 May, good Sir, spare me! Eighty and six, by the holy Ones eighty and six, come next flood of Nile, and yet would not die, though Osiris is merciful to the old who served him! Come no nearer-helpl helpI helpp'
 ''Thou fool, be silen&" said; '.knowest thou me mott"
 "Know thee2-can know every wander ing boatman to whom Sebek grants to earn ahvelihood till Typhon claims his owna l And yet-why, 'tis strange-that changed countenancel-thats scar7-that stumbling gaiti 'Tis thou, Harmachis i-'tis thou, oh, my boyl Art come back to glad mine old eyes7 I hoped thee dead Let me kiss theei-pay, forgot Harmaohis Is trai- tor, ay. and murderer Here lies the holy 1 Amenemhat, murdered by the traitor, Harmachisl Get thee gone! I'll have none of traitors and of parricidesl Get thee to thy wanton!-'tis not thou whom did nurse."
 'Peace. womanl peacel I slew not my | father-he died. alas even in my armsl"
 "Ay; suray, and cursing thee, Harmaohis Thou hast gigen death to him whc gave thee life Ia! lai am old, and I've ssen many l G trouble; but this Is the heaviest! never like the looks of munmies; but 1 would were one this hourl Get thee gone, I pray theo"
 ''O!d nurse, reproach me not l-have I not enough to beari"
 :.Ah, true, truel did forgeti We'll t; and what Is thy sin9 A woman was thy bane, as women have been to those before thee, and shall be to those after thee. And what womanl tai Ia! saw her, a beauty such as never was--an arrow pointed by the evil Gods for destruction !! And thou, young man bred as @ priest- an ill trainings very i'll trainlngi Twas no fair match. Who can wonder that she mestsred theei Come, HarmachisI let me kiss theel It is not for a woman to be hard upon man because he loved our sex too much. Why, that Is but nature; and Nature knc.vs her business, else had she made us otherwise. But this is an evil case. Enovest thou that this Macedonian Guccn of thine hath seized the Temple laHds and revenues, and driven away ,i.o Priests-all, save the holy Amen c.,lhat, who lies here, and whom she left, | know not why; ay, and caused t.t wc.ailip of the Gods to cease within these walls. Well, he's gone!-he's gone and indeed he is better with Osiris, for his life was sore burden to him. And hark thou Harmachis: he hath not left thee empty handed; for as the plot failed, he gathered all his wealth, and it is large, and hid it-where, can show thee-and thine it is by right of descent"
 Talk not to me of wealth, Atoua. Where shall go and how shall hide my shamep
 "Ahl true, true; here mayst thou no, abide, for if they found thee, surely they would put thee to the dreadful death-ay even to the death by the waxen cloth. Nay I will hide thee. and, whom the funeral rites of the hely Amenemhat have been per formed, wo will fly hence, and cover us from the eyes of men till these sorrows are for gotten. Loi Ia! 1t is a sad world, and fui of trouble as the Nile mud Is of beetles Come, Harmachis, come"