Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-11-19
CLEOPATRA.
Being an Account of the Fall and Vengeance of Harmachis, the
 Royal Egyptian.

''Fly. Antony. fly - o:,;li i1ros, his seEves.t, who alone with u!c stayed by him. "Fiy ere t:.,u art drag. d {, prisoner to CaesarW
 ;,'. he turned aid fled, grooming heavily. Wi him l went, and as we rode through lhc t'tAopic Gate, where many folks stood WVilt.erlng, Antony spoke to me:
 'Go thou, Olympus, go to the Queen and say: Antony sends greeting to Cleopatra, who hath betrayed him! To Cleopatra he sends greeting and farewellr"
 And so 1 went to the tomb, but Antony lied on to the palace. When 1 came to the tomb knocked upon the door, and Char mion looked forth from the window.
 "Open," I cried, and she opened
 "What news, Harmachis?" she whis- pered.
 "Charmion," I said. ''the end is at hand. Antony is fled!'
 ''It is well,'' she answered; 'I am aweary."
 And there on the golden bed sat Cleo patra.
 Speak, manw she cried.
 'Antony has fled; his forces are fled; Caesar draws near. To Cleopatra the great Antony sends greetings and farewell. Greeting to Cleopatra who hath betrayed him, and farewell"
 .'It is a e!" she screamed; "I betrayed him not! Thou Olympus, go swiftly to An tony and answer thus: 'To Antony, Cleo patra. who hath not betrayed him. sends greetings and farewell. Cleopatra IS no more.'"
 And so I went, following out my purpose. In the Alabaster Hall found Antony pacing to and fro, tossing his hands toward the heaven, and with him Eros, for of all his servants Eros alone remained by this fallen man.
 "Lord Antony" I said, "Egypt bids thee farewell Egypt is dead by her own hand"
 "Dead! dead." he whispered, "and is Egypt deads and that form of glory now food for worms! Oh, what woman was this! Fen now my heart goes out toward her. And shall she outdo me at the last, l who have been so great; shall l become so small that a woman can o'ertop my courage and pass where fear to follow! Eros, thou hast loved me from a boy-mindest thou how found thee starving in the desert, and made thee rich, giving thee place and wealth: Come, now, pay me back. Draw that sword thou wearest and make an end of the woes of Antony" 'Oh, sire,' cried the Greek, "I can not! How can I take away the life of god-like Antony!"
 "Answer me not, Eros; but i'll the last eX- treme of fate this I charge thee. Do thou my bidding, or begone and leave me quite alone! No more will see thy face, thou unfaithful servant"
 Then Eros drew his sword and Antony knelt down before him and barred his breast. turning his eyes to heaven. But Eros, cry ing: II c;.n not! oh, 1 can notn' plunged the sword to his own heart and fell dead.
 Antony rose and gazed upon him. 'Why, Eros, that was nobly done,' he said. 'Greater art thou than I, yet have learned h,,i I h i'm.
 Then, rising of a sudden he drew the sword from the heart of Eros, plunged it into his bowels and fell, grooming, on the couch.
 70 thou Olympus.' .'' he cried, "this pain is moro than can bear! Make an end of me, OlympuS" " But pity stirred me, and this thing I could not do.
 Therefore 1 drew the sword from his vitals, stanched the flow of blood, and, calling to those who came crowding ill to see Antony die 1 bade them summon Atoua from my house at the palace gates. Pres cntly she came, bringing with her simples and life giving draughts. And these gave to Antony. and bade Etoua go with such speed as her old limbs light to Cleopatra, in the tomb, aud tell her of the state of Antony.
 So she went, and after awhile returned saying that the Queen yet lived and sum- moned Antony to die even in her arms. And with her came Diomedes, And when Antony heard, his cbbing strength caple back, for he was fan to look upon Cleo patra's face again. So l called to the slaves-who peeped and peered through curtains and from behind pillars to see this great man die-and together, with much toll, we bore him thence till we came to the foot of the Mausoleum.
 But Cleopatra, being afraid of treachery, would no more throw wide the door; so she let down rope from the window and we made it fast beneath the arms of Antony. Then did Cleopatra. who the while wept most bitterly, together With Eharmion and Iras, the Greek, pull on the rope with all l their strength, while we lifted from below | till the dying Antony swung in the air, grooming heavily, and the blood dropped from his gaping wound. Twice he nearly fell to earth; but Cleopatra, striving with the strength of love and despair, held him till at length she drew him through the window-place while all who saw the dread full sight wept bitterly, and beat their breasts-all save myself and Charmion. When he was in, once more the rope was let down, and with some aid from Char mion, l climbed into the tomb, drawing up the rope after me. There 1 found Antony, 1 laid upon the golden bed of Cleopatra: and l she, her breast bare, her face all stained | with tears, and her hair streaming wild about him, knelt at his side and kissed him, | wlpng the blood from his wounds with hsf robes and hair. And let all my shame be | written: as I stood and watched her the old | love awoke once more within me, and mad jealousy ragged in my heart. because 1 though I could destroy these twain-their | Iowa could not destroy. 70 Antony! my sweet my husband and my Godn' she moaned. "Crue] Antony, | hast thou the heart to dle and leave me to
 my lonely shamea Swiftly will l follow l thee to the grave. Antony, awake ! awaker'
 He lifted up his head and called for wine,
 which gave him, mixing therein a draught
 that might allay his pain, for t was great
 And when he had drunk he bade Cleopatra | lie down on the bed beside him, and put her
 arms about him, and this she did Then ] was Antony once more q man; for forget | ting his own misery and pain, he counseled | her as to her own safety; but to this talk l she would not listen. 'The hour is short,"
 she said; 'let Us speak of this great love of laof lanc