The Iowa plain dealer. [volume] (New Oregon, Howard County, Iowa) 1867-1895, 1889-12-12

lips that lied thy heart awsy and call thse
.slavc'l Well, the game was fair, for thou
wouldst have slain me: aid vet grisvoi
So thou dost diet and this 10 my farewell TO
thee! Never may we meet again on earth;
and pcrchance, tits well: foY who knows.
when my hour Of tenderness II past bow
might deal with thee didst thou lives Thou
dost die. they say-thOse learned, lOng-facod
fools, who, II they let thee die, shall pay the
pricei And where, then, shall we meet
again when my last throw ID thrown? We
shall be equal there, in the kingdom that
Osiris rules. A little time. q few years
perchance tomorrow, and we shall meet;
then, knowing all am, how wilt thou greet
me thcrcl Nay. here. as there. still must
thou lore me; for injuries can not touch the
immortality OF such love as thinsl Con-
tempt alone can. like acid, eat away the
strong love OF noble hearts and reveal the
pitiful truth in its poor nakcdness. Still
must thou love me, Harmachis: for what
ever my sins, vet am great and set above
thy scorn. Would that / could have loved
thee az thou lowest me! Almost did 90
when thou slewcst those guards; and yet,
not quite.
sOh, what fenced city 10 my heart, that
none can take II, and cen when ! throw
wide open the doors no man may win its
citadel! Oh, TO put away this loneliness
and lose me in another's soul. Oh, 70:
year, . month"; an hour 10 quite forget poll.
cy, peoples and my pomp of place. and be
but loving woman! harmxchis, fare thee
well! Go join Great julius whom thine ~
called up from death before me, and take
Egypt's greetings TO him. All, well fooled
thee: aud fooled Cesar-pcrchanco before
it's done fate will lind me and myself shat
Be fooledl Harmachis, fare thee well!'
She turned to 20. and IS she turnel
heard the sweep Of another dress and she
light fall Of another woman's foot.
''Ah! it's thou, Charmion- Well, for ~
thy watching, the man dies."
"Ay," she answered. In = voice thick with
grief. Jay, o Queen, 30 say the physicians.
Forty hours hath he bsen in stupor 20 deep
that at times his breath could hardly llfs
this tiny feathers weight, and scarce could
my ear, placed against his breast, take mo-
tice of the rising Of his heart. For ten long
days now have watched hun day and
night, till mine eyes stare wide open with
want Of sleep, and for fantness. scarce can
keep my self from falling. And of al my
labor this is the end! The blow OF that &C
cursed Brennus has done its work, and
Harmachis dies!"
"Love counts not Its labor, Charmion, nor
can it weigh its tenderness in the scale Of
purchase. That which it hath It gives, and
Graves for more TO give and give, TILL the
souls infinitv be drained. Dear to thy
heart are these nights OF watching; sweet
TO thy weary eyes is that sad sight Of
strength brought SO low that IL hangs upon
thy weakness like q babe unto its mothers
breast! For, Charmion. thou dost love thie
man who loves not thee, and now that he
Is helpless thou canst pour thy passion o'or
the unanswcring darkness Of his soul and
cheat thyself with dream Of what yet might
bel.
Il love him not, Is thou hast proof, q
Queen How Gun ! love one who would
have slain thee, who art ~ my hearts sis
ter. IT'S for pity that nurse him.
She laughed little as she answered:
"Pity is loves own twin. Wondrous way
ward are the paths Of woman's love, and
thou hast shown thine strangely, that
know. But the more high the love the
more deep the gulf whereinto it can fall
ey, and thence soar again to heaven, once
more to fall! Poor woman. thou art thy
passions plaything; now tender rs the
morning sky, and now, when jealousy grips
thy heart, more cruel than the sea. Well,
thus are we made. Soon. after all this
troubling naught will be left thee but tears,
remorsc and memory
And she went forth.
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