Telegram-herald., 1889-10-11

Too zOos Wers thea to B.e TIE sport of such
= one IS !. tae paan tAzt ] zast move Ia
~ pay q pcacyl Al Hzruac1ls
thog shou.dst have ruled the game
Ihey ooaAa zlTe thee learning. these pot
tag priests. b1t kloWlsage q mankind
tney ooal9 E0t give tAee, noT
feGcs TEE 'galnsg TIE march
of Nxtare's iaw Aua thoa dldst eye ne
WITH al thy heart-&h wei ! KNOW al
Aan Ike, thou dldst love tie eyes thzs, as =
pirates lights, becsoued thee % ship
wrecked RUN, ana cidsJ h2ag cotlng Oh TIE
Lps that LED tny heart away 4nd cal thee
slave Vel. the game Was FAR. for tho2
woQlcst have sl2-E me ard yet ! grleve
- tnou oost diet anQ TINS is uy farewsl 10
theel Never may Ne meet again on earth
and perchanoe, lis wei, fer WHO KNOWS
when ny hour of tenderness Is past, how !
might deal with thee dldst thou Ayei Thou
d0st ole, they say-tnOse learned long laced
fools, who. II they LEI thee die, shall pay me
price And where, then, sn&A We meet
egaia whea my last throw Is throwns We
saal Dc equal there, IA the kingdom that
Osiris rules. A little time, few years
Perchance tomorrow, and We shah meet
then, knowing al l am. hoys viii thou greet
ne therei Nay, here. ss there. still must
thou love ne for injuries can not touch the
immortality o. such love thine Con-
tempt alone eau. ike acid, eat away the
strong love Of noble hearts and reveal The
pitiful truth IN its poor nakedness. SUl
must thou love me, Hsrmachls, for what
ever nv sins, yet ain / great and Set above
thy sc0rn Would that | could have loved
thee as thou lowest me! Almost did / so
~. IL Hs md vat
not quite.
.Oh, whs, a fenced city is my heart, that
none can take il, and cen when / throw
wide open the doors no man may win It's
citadel Oh, 20 put away this loneliness
and lose me III anothers soul Oh, for a
year, month an hour 10 quite forget poh-
cy, peoples and my pomp Of place, and be
but loving woman Harmachls, fare thee
welll Go join Great Julius whom thine art
called up from death before me, and take
Egypt's greetings 10 him. All, we'll l fooled
thee; aud fooled CRsar-perchance before
IT'S done fate will find me and myself shall
be fooledl Harmschis, fare thee wellp
She turned 70 go, and as she turned
heard the sweep OF another dress and the
light fall Of another woman's foot.
"Ahl 'tis thou, Chsrmion Well for al
thy watching, the man dies"
"Ay,n she answered. in voice thick with
grief LAY, o Queen, so say the physicians.
Forty hours hath he been in stupor so deep
that at times his breath could hardly llft
this tiny feathers weight, and scarce could
my ear, placed against his breast, take no
tice Of the rising Of his heart. For ten long
days / now have watched HIM day and
night, till mine eyes stare wide open with
- 10 fair IA
keep myself from falling. And Of all my
labor this is the endl The blow Of that ac-
cursed Brennus has done its work, and
Harmachis diesl"
"Love counts not its labor, Chsrmion, nor
can it weigh it's tenderness in the scale of
purchase. That which it hath it gives, and
Graves for more TO give and give, till the
souls infnity be drained. Dear to thy
heart are these nights OF watching; sweet
to thy weary eyes is that sad sight OF
strength brought so low that i. hangs upon
thy weakness like a babe unto its mothers
breastl For, Charmion, thou dost love this
man who loves not thee, and now that he
is helpless thou canst pour thy passion DER
the unanswering darkness of his soul and
cheat thyself with dream Of what yet might
bein
Il love him not, as thou hast proof, O
Oueenl How can / love one who would
have slain thee, who art as nv hearts sis
terl 'Tis for pity that l nurse him"
She laughed little as she answered: !:
'Pity is loves own twin. Wondrous way
ward are the paths OF womans love, and
thou hast shown thine strangely, that /
know. But the more high the love the
more deep the gulf whereinto il can fall
ay, and thence soar again TO heaven, once
more to fall Poor woman. thou art thy
passions playthlng; now tender as the
morning sky, and now, when jealousy grips
thy heart, more cruel than the sea Well,
thus are we made. Soon, after all this
troubling naught viii be left thee but tears,
remorse and memory"
And she went forth.