The Iowa plain dealer. [volume] (New Oregon, Howard County, Iowa) 1867-1895, 1889-10-31

she was flushed as though with
anger. and that she beat her foot upon the
i.oor.
s.Oh. Is 1t thou. Cnarmion.. said. "What
ais thee! Art thou eramped with standing
50 long within thy hiding place. Why diist
thou nat slip hence when Cleopatra led me
TO lie balcony
Where il my kerenief." she asked, shoot
ih.r an angry glance ae M. Il let fall my
bIpidcsea kcTehief.
..Thc kerchief, Why, didst thou not sect
Cleopatra invited me about 1t, and flung it
frerp the balcony
..yca. saw answered the girl, Il saw
but too well Thou didst fling away my
kerc.ief. but the wreath Of roses-that
,hou wonldst not fling away. II was "A
Queens gift forsooth, and therefore, the
Royal Harmachis. tho Priest Of Isis, the
chosen of the Gods, the crowned Pharaoh
wed TO iiie veal OF Khcn, cherished it and
saved it. Eut my kcrchief, stung by tho
laughter OF that Light Queen, bc cast
away
What meaucst thou:'' asked, aston
isaed at her bitter tone. ~ read not thy
riddles
What mean II" she answered, tossing
Up her head, and showing the white curves
If her throat Nay, mean naught or all,
take II as thou wilt. Wouldst know what
I mean. Harmachis, my cousin ard my
Lord.' shc went on in q hard, low voice.
'sBcac.d. ] will tell thee thou art in danger
Of the great offense. This Cleopatra hath
cast her fatal Hics aboa. thee, and thou
geest near to loving her, Har,nachis-to
owing her whom tomorrow thou must
f.ay! Az, stand and stare at that wreath
within thy hand-the wreath thou couldst
not send to join my kerchief- sure Cleo
patra wore 1t but tonight! Tie perfume
OF the hair of Caesars mlstress-CRsar's
ard othcrs'-yct minsles with the cdor Of
il roses! Now. prithec. Harmachis, how
far dds, thou carry the matter On yonder
balcony.-for in that hole where l lay hid
could not hear or see. IT'S q sweet spo,
for lovers, Ia it not:-ay, and swee;
night, too. Venus is surely in the right
cerslon.'
And all OF this size said so quietly and i'm
SO soft and modest n way. though her words
Were not modest. and yet SO bitterly, that
every syllable cut me 10 the heart, and au-
gcred me till cou.,i find no speech.
.'Of q truth thou hast wise economy
she went on. seeing her advantage: ITO
night thou dost kiss the lips hat 10 morrow
thou shalt still forever! Ills frugal dealing
"
thy and honorable dealing
Then at last ] broke forth. "Girln' I
cried, show darcst thou speak thus 10 me?
Mindest thou who and wila, am hat thou
iooseth thy pecvish gibes uron me:''
II mind what il hchooves thee To be-" she
answered quick. "What thod art, that
mind not now. Surely thou lnowest alone -
thou and Cleopatra
"What reancst ihou.' | said. Am Ia
blame If the Queen
''Thc Queen! What have we here, Phar,
aoh owns Queen
If Cleopatra wills 10 come h,hcr Of q
night and talk -
"Of stars, Harmach,s-surely of stars
and roses. and nau1ht besiie.''
After that l know hos what said: for,
troubled AS / Was. the girls bitter tongue
and quiet way drove me wcii-niril to mad
ness. But thus know: / spoke so tiercely
that she covered before me rs che had
covered bcfofc my uncle Scpa, when lie
rated her because Of her Grecian garh.
And as shc wcpt then, SO she wept now,
only more possionately and with sobs.
At length ] ceased, half ashamed, bu.
still angry and smartirg sorciy. For ever
while she wept sue could find tongue Il
answer witn-and wemau's shafts are
SHARP.
'Thoa shouldst not speak to me thus:
she sobbed; tits cruel-it is unmaalyl Bu'
forget thou art priest, not q maa--cA
cept- mayhap. for Cicopatra!'
'What right hast thou!" l said. "Wha
canst thou meaato
"What right have I.' she asked, looking
up, her dark eyes all afiaod with tears thai
ran down her sweet face like the dew oil
yoorpinp down n liiyts heart ssyVhaf RICH,
hSve /! q Harmachis. art thou blind
Dcst thou not know by what right Ispcal
thus to thecs Then must tell thee. Well
it's the fashicr in Alexandria! Ry tina,
first and holy right OF woman-by the RICH,
of the great love bear thee, and which. j,
seems, thou hast no eyes to sec-by tho
right Of my glory and my shame. O, DC moi
wroth with nc, Harmachis, nor set me
down - light, because the truth has ut last
burst from me, for am not s<. am what