The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1889-09-11

rWuy mast tuOu peen uibODeoienb 70 me,
Omy soni,'he said. "How came It that
thou wentest forth against the lion when
babe thee notl'
"How knowest thou, my fathor, that
went forthfp asked In fear.
"How know II Are there, then, no other
wayso knowledge than by the sensesl o !,
Ignorant child was not my spirit with thee
when the lion sprang upon thy COM
papiona Did / not pray those set about
thee TO protect thee TO make sure thy
thrust whenlthoudi didst drive the spear into I
the lions lthroati How came Il that thou
wentest forth. o my sonr .-...-.,-s.... .o.
"The boaster taunted me-" answered,
'and went"
"Yes, know It; and because Of the hot
blood Of youth, forgive thee, Harmachis.
But now listen unto me, and let my words
sink into thy heart like the waters Of 6ihor
into thirsty sand at the rising Of Sirius.
Listen unto me. The boaster was sent un-
TO thee as o temptation, as trial Of thy
strength was he sent and seei Il has not
boen equal TO the burden. Therefore is thy
hour put back Hadst thou been strong In
this matter, the path had been made plain
TO thee even now. But thou hast failed,
and therefore Is thy hour put back"
~ understand thee, not my father" I an
swered. fEis
.swhat was Il, then, my son, that the old
wife, Atoua, said TO thee down by the bank
Of the canalp'
And thereon told him all that the old
wife had said ~
"And thou bclicyest, Harmachis, my
sonf" f3 ~ = il,a
'Nay,n / answered; show should be-
lieve such tales. Surely she Is mad. An
the people know her for mad"
Then for the first time he looked toward
me, who.was standing In the shadow
sliy soii my sonr' he cried, ''thou ART
wrong She Is not mad. The woman spalke
the truth; she spalre not Of herself but Of
the voice within her that can not lie. For
tins Atoua Il q aprpphetess and holy. Now
learn thou the destiny that the gods Of
/ Egypt have given 70 fbee 10 fulfill and woe
be unto thee II BY any weakness thou dost
fail ihereinf Listeni thou art no stranger
adopted into my house and the house Of the
tsmpls; thou srtmy yery son, saved unto
me BY this same woman. But, D OHarmachis.
thpu artmpre than this, for In theeand me
alone doth flow the imperial blood of Egypt
Thou Sand I alopeI Of men alive are de-
scended, without break or flaw, from That
Pharaoh Next nebf whom ,Ochus the Per-
sian drove from Egypt The Persian came
and the Persian, went, and then after the
Persian came the Macedonian, and now for
nigh upon three hundred years have the
Lagide usurped the double crown, defling
the land OF Khem and corruptfng the wor-
snip Of his gods. And mark thoa this; but
now, but two weeks since, Is Ptolemy Eeus
Dionysius, Ptolemy the Piper, who would
have slain thee, dead and but now hath the
eunuch Pothfnus, that very eunuch who
came hither, years ago, 70 cut thee OF, set
at naught the will of his master, the dead
! Auletes, and placed the boy Ptolemy upon
the throne And therefore hath his sister
Cleopatra, that fierce and beautiful girl,
fed into syria; and there, IL j err not, win
she gather her armies and make war upon
her brother PtpIemy; for by her fathers
will was she left jotnt sovereign with him
And meanwhile mark thou this, my son.
the Roman eagle hangs on high. waiting
with ready talons TIL such time as he may
! fall upon ths faty ywether EGYPT and rend
him. And marx, again, The people Of
\ Egypt are weary Of ths foreign yoke, they
hate the memory Of the Persixns, sick n
knsrt are they Of being called Men Of
Macedonia in the markets Of Alexandria
The whole land mutters and murmurs
beneath the yoke Of the Greet nnd the
shadow Of The Roman. Have not they
been oppressedi Have not their children
been brtchered and their gains wrung from
them 70 hll the bottomless greed and lnsf
OF the Lagidel Have not the temples been
forsakeni Ay, have not the divine majss-
ties Of the eternal gods been set at naughi
by these Grecians babblers who have dared
70 NEEDLE with the immortal truths,
! and name the Most High BY another
name (Serapls), confounding the sub
stance Of the Invisiblei Doth not Egypt
cry aloud for freedOmi and shall she cry in
vaini Nay, nay, for thou, my SOD, art the
| appointed way Of delIverance. To thee,
being sunk in ED, navel decreed my rights
Already Is thy name whispered In many Q
sanctuary, from Abu even unto Athu; al
| ready do priests and people swear ale
glance, even by the sacred symbols, unto
him who shall be declared unto them.
Still, the time Is not yet; thou art too green
/ q sapling 10 bear the weight Of such o
storm. Eat to-day vast thou tried and
I
! gods, o Harmachis, must pot aside the fail
Ings Of the flesh Taunts must not Hsoyc
him, nor any lusts Of man. Thine IL a high
mission, but this must thou learn. An thou
learn IL not, thou shalt fail therein; and
then, my curse be on thee and the curse
Of Egypt, and the curse Of Egyprs broken
godsi For, know thou this, that even the
gods, who are immortal, may, IN the inter
woven scheme Of things, lean upon the nan
VINO Is their instrument, even as a war
rior on his sword. And woe be TO the
sword that snaps In the hour Of battle, for
it shall be thrown aside 70 rustl There
fore, make thcu thy heart pure and high
and strongi for thine IL no common LOT,
and thine no mortal need Triumph, and
In glory shalt thou gO-in glory here and
hereafteri Fail, and woe-woe be on tkeei"
He paused and bowed his head, and then
went on:
"Of these matters shalt thou hear more
hereafter. Meanwhile thou hast mnch 10
earn. Tomorrow viii give thee letters.
md thou shalt pass down the Hfle. even past
xhite-walled Memphis 70 On lIeliopolis), and
here shalt thou sojourn certain years and
earn more Of our ancient wisdom beneath
he shadow Of that sacred pyramid Of winch
shOu, too, art the Hereditary High Priest
hat Is TO be- And meanwhile viii Isit hare
snd watch, for my hour Is not jet, and, By
he help Of the gods, spin the web wherein
thou shalt hold ths wasp Of MacedoniA
-Cone hither, my son; come hither and
Kiss ne On the brow, for thou art all my
hope. and Ill the hope Of Egypt Be but
true, rise to the giddy heigit Of Thy des-
hny, and thou shalt be glorious here and
hereafter; be false, fsil, and / win spit