The Irish standard., 1889-12-14
EOP !, RA.
Eeing an Account Of the Fall and
Vengeance Of Harmachis, the
Royal Egyptian,
as SET FORTH BY his OWN HAND.
BY III. RIDER HAGGARD,
Author OF g King Solornon's Mines"
She" Allan Quater.nain,"
Etc, Etc, Etc.
Illustrated by NICHoLL. after CATION WOOD
~ VILE and GREFFENHAGEN.

stood still and felt the blind eyes wan
Eering over me. could not speak, dareC
not speak to him; would go and hide my
self afresh
Already had turned and grasped the cur
tain. when, in deep, slow voice, my father
spoke:
ttCome hither, thou who vast my son and
art traitor. Come hitler, thou Harmachis
whereon Khem builded up her hope. Not
In vain, then. have drawn thee from far
awayl Not in vain have held my life in
me till heard thy football creeping down
shese empty HOLES. like the football of q
thief!''
ooh! my father,"I gasped, astonished
"Thou art blind; how l1nowest thou me!'
1tHow do I know thee and asl1est thou
shat who hast learned of our loree Enough,
( know thee and I brought thee hither
Would, Har1nachis, that knew thee not
would that I had been blasted of the in
Visible ere drew thee down from the
womb Of Nout to be my curse and shame,
anG the list woe Of Khem'
s:Ot, speak thou not thus ~ moaned, "is
aoG my burden already moro than can
scar! Am notmyself betrayed and utterly
yntcast. Be pitiful, my father!"
<sBe pitlfu.! be pitiful to thee who hath
shown SO great pity? Thy pity twas which
gave up noble Sepa to die beneath the hands
IF the tornenJors!'
sob, nos that-not thatP' cried
~'Ay, traitor, thatl to die in agony, with
MS lasr poor breath proclaimlng thee, his
o1urderer, honest and innocentl Be pitiful
10 thee, who gaveth all the flower of Knem
rs the price OF a wanton's arms thinkest
chou that, laboring in the darkscme desert
.nines, those noble ones in thought are pitt
ful to thee, Harmachiss Be pltiful to thee,
by whom this ,aoly Temple of Abouthis hath
seen ravaged, it's lands seized, it's priests
scattered and alone, old and withered, left
10 count out it's ruin Ito thee, who hath
poured the treasures of Her into thy leman's
Estp, who hath forsworn thyself, thy country,
tllv birthright, and thy Godsl Yea, thus
am I pitiful Accused be thou, fruit Of
my loins l-Shame be t y portion, Agony thy
snd, and Hell receive thee at the lastl
Where art thous Yea, I grew blind with
weeping when heard the truth--sure, they
strove to hide it from me. Let me find thee
Chat may spit upon thee, thou Renegade!
thou Apostate! thou t!-and he
rose from his seat and staggered like liv-
ing wrath toward me, shifting the air with
utS WtAIlu. AHA DIS LAC CdLtc ffALA SGCASO
arms, awful to see, suddenly his end found
him, and with a cry he sank down upon the
ground, the red blood streaming from his
Ups. I ran to him and lifted him; and as he
Ned, he babbled
tsHe was my son, q bright-eyed, lovely
Toy. and full of promise as the spring; and
now-and now--oh, would that he were
ueadF'
Then came pause, and the breath ratified
In his throat.
"Harmachis," he gasped, START therea''
t1Yea, father"
stHarmachis, atone!-atonel Vengeance
can still be WI eaked-forgiveness may still
be won. There's gold, I've hidden it
Asoua-she can tell thee-ah, this pain
FAREWELL"
And he struggled family in my arms, and
was dead. Thus, then, did 1 and my holy
Father, the Prince Amenemhat, meet togeth-
er for the last time in the flesh, and for the
hast time part