Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-11-19

jealous hearta strange and awful thing it was to see.
 Presently saw the Change of Death gather on his face. His head fell back.
 Farewell, Egypt; farewen!-I die!'
 She lifted herself upon her hands, gazed wildly on bis ashen face, and then with a great cry, she sank back swooning.
 But Antony yet lived, though the power of speech had left him. Then drew near, and kneeling, made pretense to minister unto him. And as l ministered whispered in his ear.
 Antony" whispered. "Cleopatra was my love before she passed from me to thee. am Harmachis, that astrologer who stood behind thy couch at Tarsus; and have been the chief minister of thy ruin. Die, Antony! the curse of Menkd-rd hath falen!"
 He raised himself, and stared upon my face. He could not speak, but gibbering, he pointed at me. Then with a groan his mighty spirit fled.
 Thus did accomplish my revenge upon Roman Antony, the world-loser
 Thereafter, then, we recovered Cleopatra from her swoon, for not yet was minded that she should die. And taking the body of Antony, Caesar permitting, and Atoua caused it to be most skillfully embalmed after our Egyptian fashion, covering the face with mask of gold fashioned like to the features of Antony. Also wrote upon his breast his name and titles, and painted his name and the name of his father within his inner coffin, and drew the form of the holy Nout folding her wings about him.
 Then with great pomp Cleopatra laid him in that sepulcher which had been made ready, and in sarcophagus of alabaster. Now, this sarcophagus Was fashioned SO large that place was left therein for sec- faiv %o l;o l>xy Antony at the last.
 These things then happened. And but a little while after learnt tidings from one Cornelius Dolabella, noble Roman who waited upon Caesar, and moved by the beauty that swayed the souls of all who looked upon her, had pity for the woes of Cleopatra. He bade me warn her-for, as her physician, it was allowed me to pass n and out of the tomb where she dwelt-t that in three days she would be sent away to Rome, together with her children, that she might walk in the triumph of Caesar. Ac- cordingly went in, and found her sitting as TOW she always sat, plunged in half stupor, and before her that blood stained robe wherewith she had stanched the wounds of Antony. For on this she would continually feast her eyes.
 ''See how faint they grow, Olympus" ," she said, lifting her sad face and pointing to the rusty stains, land he so lately dead Why, Gratitude could not fade moro fast. What is now thy newss Evil tidings is writ large Ill those dark eyes of thine, which ever bring back to me something that still slips my mind"
 III is the news, o Queen," answered. ''This have from the lips of Dolabella, who hath it straight from Cesar's Secretary. On the third day from now will Caesar send thee and the Prince Ptolemy and Alexander and the Princess Cleopatra to Rome, there to feast the eyes of the Roman mob, and be led in triumph to that Capitol where thou ddst swear to set thy throne D
 'Never, never!" she cried, springing to her feet. 'Never will walk in chains in Casar's triumph What must doa Char mion, tell me what l can dol"
 And Charmion, rising, stood before her, looking at her through the long flashes of her downcast eyes.
 Lady, thou canst uie," she said quietly.
 "Ay. of Q truth I had forgotten; I can die. Olympus, hast thou the drug!n
 May; but if the Queen wills it, by to- morrow morn it shall be brewed-a drug 70 swift and strong that not the Gods them selves can hold him who drinks it back from sleep"
 'Let it be made ready, thou master of deathl'
 bowed, and withdrew myself; and all that night and old Atoua labored at the dis tilling of the deadly draught. At length it was done, and Atoua poured it into crys- tai phial, and held it to the light of the fire; for white it was as the purest water. "La, La" she sang, in her shrill voice !; "a draught for Queen! When fifty drops of that water of my brewing have passed those red lips of hers, thou wilt, indeed, be | avenged of Cleopatra. o, Harmachis Oh, that l could be there to see thy Ruin ruined! La, La! it would be sweet to see.''
 Vengeance is an arrow that ofttimes falls upon the archer's head,' I answered. pethinking ne of Charmion's saying.