Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1889-12-08

And now for thyself one WoTd, lot tnOu
hast put Me from thee, Harmachis, and
no more shall l come face to face with thee
till, cycles hence, the last fruit of thy sin
hath ceased to be upon this earth Yet
through the vsstness of the I'M
numbered years, remember thou
this: that love Divine is love eter-
nal. which can not be extiDguished,
though everlastingly it be estranged. Re.
pent, my servant; repent and do we'll
while there is yet time, that at the dim
end of ages once more thou mayest be
gathered unto Me. Still, Harmachis,
though thou seest Me not; still, when the
very name by which thou knowest Me has
become a meaningless mystery to those
who shall be after thee; still, l, whose
hours are eternal-I, who have watched
Universes wither, wsne, and meath the
breath of Time, melt into nothir guess;
again, to gather, aud, reborn, thread the
vast maze of spsce-still, l say, shall
I companion thee Wherever thou
goest, in whatever form of life
thou livest, there shall be! Art thou
waited to the fsrthest star, art thou buried
in Amenti's lowest deep, in lives, in
deaths, in sleeps, in wakings, in remem-
brauces, in oblivions, in all the fevers of
the outer Life. in all the changes of the
Spirit-still, if thou wilt atone and forget
Me no more, shall be with thee, waiting
thine hour Of redemption. For this is the
nature of the love Divine, wherewith 1t
loves that which doth partake Cf its diVin-
ity and hath once by the holy tie been
bound to it. Judge then, Harmachis; was
it we'll to put this from thee TO win the
prize cf earthly woman? And, now, dare
not again to utter the Word Of Power till
these things be done Harmachis, for
this season, fare the well"
AS the last note of the sweet voice died
away, the fiery snake climbed into the
heart of the cloud. Now the cloud rolled
from the horns of light, and was gathered
into the blackness. The vision of the
crescent moon grew dim and vanished.
Then as the Goddess passed, once more
came the faint and dreadful music of the
shaken sistra, and all was still.
1 hid my face in my robe and, even
then, though my outstretched hand could
touch the chill corpse of that father who
had died cursing me, felt hope come back
into my heart, knowing that / was not
altogether lost nor utterly rejected OF Her
whom l had forsakeu, but whom yet l
loved. And then WEAKNESS overpowered
me, and 1 slept.
woke, the faint lights Of dawn were
creeping from the opening in the roof.
CHASTITY they lay upon the shadowy sculpt-
ured walls aud CHASTITY upon the dead face
and long white beard of my father, the
gathered to Osiris. l started mp, remem-
beriDg all things, and wondering in my
heart what l should do, and as l rose
heard faint football creeping down the
passage of the names of the Pharaohs.
la lai ld" mumbled voice that
knew for the voice of the old wife, Atoua.
why, It's dark as the House of the Dead
The holy ones who built this temple loved
not the blessed sun, however much they
worshiped him. Now, where's the cur
tsin?"
Presently it was drawn, and Atoua en-
tered, stick in one hand and in the other
a basket. Her face was somewhat more
wrinkled and her scanty locks were some
what more white than aforetime, bat for
the rest she was IS she had ever been. She
stood and psered around with her sharp
black eyes, for because of the shadows as
yet naught could she see.
"Now, where is hep" she muttered.
'Osiris-glory to his name-send
that he has not wandered in the
night, and ne blind Alackl that
l could not return before the dark. !
Alackl and alack! what times have
we fallen on when the Holy High Prizes.
and the Governor, by descent of Abouthis, |
is left with one sged crone to minister to |
his infrmity o Harmschis, my poor boy |
thou hast laid trouble at our doors Why, |
what's this? Surely he sleeps not, there |
upon the grOund?-'twill be his death
Princel Holy Father! Amenmhat awake, |
arise" and she hobbled toward the corpse. |
why, how is it? By Him who sleeps he's |
dead INTENDED and alone-dead' dedd"
and she sent her long wall of grief ringing
up the sculptured walls.
"Hushl woman; be stillW l said, Gid
ing from the shadows.
''Oh, what art thou?" she cried, casting |
down her basket. Wicked man, hast
thon murdered this holy One, the only
holy One in Egypt? Surely the curse will
fall on thee, for though the Gods do seem
to have forssken us now in our hour of
trial, yet is their arm long, and certainly
they will be avenged on him who hath
slain their snointed."
Look on me, Atona, " cried.
Look ay, l loOk-thou wicked wan
derer who hast dared this cruel deed.
Hsrmachis is traitor and lost far away,
and Amenemhat, his holy father, is MUIR
dered, and now I'm sill alone without kith
or kin. I gave them for him. | gave
them for Harmachis, the traitor Come,
slay me Also thou wicked one"
took step toward her, and she, think
ing that l was about to smite her, cried
cut in fear:
NAY, good Sir, spare me! Eighty and
six, by the holy Ones, eighty and six come
next food of Nile, yet would not die,
though Osiris is mercitul to the old one
who served him. Come no nearer-helpl
help help"
Thou fool, be silent" said "knowest
thou me nOt?"
know thee?-can I know every wand
sring boatman to whom Sebek grants to
earn livelihood till Typhon claims his
own? And yet-why, tits strsnge-that
changed countensncel-thst scar!-that
stumbling gait IT'S thou, Harmachis!-
tis thou, oh, my boy Art come back to
glad mine old eyes? 1 hoped thee dead!
Let me kiss thee?-nay, forgot. Harms-
,hs is traitor, sy, and murderer! Here
lies the holy Amenemhat, murdered by the
traitor, Harmschis! Get thee gone! I'll
have none of traitors and of psrricidesl
Get thee to thy wantonl- IT'S not thou
whom did nurse"
"Pesce, woman! peace slew not my
died, alas even in my armsw
SAY, surely, and cursing thee, Harma-
This. Thou hast given death to him who
ave thee life La! Ia! am old, and I've
zen many q trnnhle: hnt this is the