Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1889-12-29

a moment so she sat, then her Imperial
spirit burnt up glorious before she died.
She staggered from the bed, and, with
arms outstretched, she cursed me.
"Ob, for one hour of life" she cried;
lone short hour, that therein might
make thee die in such fashion as thou
canst not dream, thou and that false para
mour of thine, who betrayed both me and
thee And thou didst love mel Alb,
there I have thee stilli See,
thou subtle, plotting pIiestw
and with both hands she rent back the
royal robes from her bosom; 'See, on this
fair breast once, night by night, was thy
head pillowed, and thou didst sleep
wrapped in these arms. Now, put away
their memory if thou cansE 1 read 1t in
thine eyes that mayest thou not. No tor
ture which l bear can, in its sum, draw
nigh to the rage of that deep soul OF thine,
rent with lODgings, never never
to be reached! Harmschis, thou
slave of slaves, from thy tri-
umph depths 1 snatch a deeper triumph;
and conquered, yet conquer spit up
on thee, defy thee, and dying, doom thee
to the torment of thy deathless love. o
Antony! I come, my Antony / come to
thine own dear arms! Soon l shall find
thee, and wrapped in a love undying and
divine, together will we float through all
the depths of space, and lips to lips and
eyes 10 eyes drink of desires grown more
sweet with every draughtl Or if I find
thee not, then shall sink in peace down
the popped ways of Sleep; and for me the
breast of Night, wherein shall be
softly Graded, shall yet seem thy bosom
Antony Oh, die! Come, Antony, and
give me peace"
Even in my fury quailed beneath her
scorn, for home flew the arrows of her
winged words. Alas! and alas! it was
true. The shaft of my vengeance fell upon
my own head; never had loved her as I
loved her now. My soul was rent with
Jealous torture, and thus l swOre she should
not die.
"Pescew cried; "what peace is there
for thee? Oh! We Holy Three, hear now
nv prayer. Osiris, loosen Thou the bonds
of He'll, and send forth those whom shall
summon Come, PtOlemy, poisoned OF thy
sister Cleopatra; come, Arsinoe. muir
dered IN the sanctuary by thy SISTER
Cleopatra; come Sepa, tortured to death of
Cleopatra come, Divine Menka-ra, whose
body Cleopatra tore, and whose curse for
greed she braved; come one, come all who
have died at the hands Of Cleopatra Rush
from the breast of Nout, and greet her
who murdered You By the link of mys-
tic union, blythe symbol Of the Life, Spirits,
I summon you"
Then the answer came. The easement
burst asunder, and on fit5ering wings
that great Bat entered which last l had
seen banging to the eunuchs chin in the
womb of the pyramid Her. Thrice It cir
cled round, once it lowered over dead
Iras, then it flew TO where the dying wo-
man stood. To her it flew, on her breast
il settled, cIiDging to the emerald which
was dragged from the dead heart Of
Menks-rs. Thrice the black Horror
screamed aloud, thrice it beat its bony
wings. and To- it was gone Then sud
denly within that chamber sprang up the
Shspes of Death. There was Arsinoe.
the beautiful, even as she had shrunk be-
meath the butchers knife. There was
Young Ptolemy, his featares twisted by
the poisoned cup. There was the majesty