The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1889-12-18

and ever changing, ~ lor ychfS ana years
Iseemod to toss upon sea OF agony. And
through them vision Of dark-eyed WON
ans tender face aud the touch Of a
white hand soothing me TO rest. Visions,
too, OF Royal countenance bending at
times over my rocking bed-a couutepance
that / could not grasp, but whose beauty
flowed through my fevered veins and was
part OF me--visions Of childhood and Of the
Temple towers Of Abouthis, and OF the
white-haired Amenemhat, my father-ayi
and an ever-present vision Of that dread
hall in Amenti, and Of the small altar and
the Spirits clad in flannel There seemed
to wander everlasting gy, calling on the Holy
Mother, whose memory / could not grasp;
calling ever and in vainl For no cloud de-
scended upon the altar, only from time TO
time the voice pealed aloud "Strike out
the name Of Harnachis, child OF Earth,
from the living Book OF Her, who Was and
Is and Shall Bel LOST lost losuv
And then another voice would answer:
"Not yeti not yet Repentance Is at
hand; strike not out the name OF Har-
machis, child Of Earth, from the living
Book Of Her, who Was and u and Shall
Bel BY suffering may sin be wiped away"
Invoke 70 dad myself in my own.chanber
in the tower OF the palace. 80 weak was !
that scarce could lift my hand, and life
seemed but to fiutter in my breast as iut
ters dying dove. could not turn my
head could not stir; yet in my heart there
was sense Of rest, aud Of dark trouble
done. The light hurt my eyes; 4 shut
them; and es shut them, heard the sweep
| Of woman's robes upon the stair, and a
swift, light step that well knew. IL was
that Of Cleopatrai a,- d
She entered, and her football drew nigh.
1 felt her comei Every pulse In my poor
frame beat an answer TO her football, and
all my mighty love and hate rose from the
darkness OF my death-lilxe sleep and rent
me In their struggled She leaned over me;
her ambrosial breath played upon my face.
could hear the beating Of her hehrtl
Lower she leaned, till at last her lips
touched me softly on the brow. 'sPoor
manp heard her murmur. "Poor, weak,
dying mani Fate hath been hard 10 theel
| Too good vert thou TO be the sport OF such
one as /, the pawn that i must move In
my play OF policyi Ahi Harmachis !
thou shouldst have ruled the gafne
They could give thee learning, those plot
ting priests; but knowledge Of mankind
they could not give thee, nor
fence thee 'gainst the march
Of Natures law And thou didst love me
with all thy heart-ah well know III
Man like, thou didst love the eyes that, as q
pirates lights, beckoned thee 70 ship
wrecked ruin, and didst hang doting on Che
lips that lied thy heart away and call thee
'slave'l Well, the game was fair, for.thou
wouldst have slain me; and yet gfievel
So thou dost diet and this Is my farewell 10
theei Never may we meet again on earth;
and perchance, tits well; for who knows,
when my hour Of tenderness Is past, how
might deal with thee didst thou livei Thou
dost die, they say--those learned. ong-faced
fools, who, II they let thee die, shall pay the
pricel And where, then, shall we NEE:
again when my last throw is. thrownl We
shall be equal there, In the kingdom thai
Osiris rules A little time, few years
perchance tomorrow, and we shall meet
then, knowing all l am, how wilt thou greet
me therei Nay, here. as there, still mus
thou love me; for injuries can not touch the
immortality Of such love as thinei Con
tempt alone can, like acid, eat away the
strong love Of noble hearts and reveal the
pitiful truth in its poor nakcdness. Still
must thou love me, Harmachis; for what
ever my sins, yet am great and set above
thy scorn. Would that could have loved
thee as thou lowest mel Almost did 81
when thou slewest those guards; and yet
not quite. ntrff
sOh, what fenced city IL my heart, tfal
, none can take II, and cen when ] throw
wide open the doors no man may win III
citadel Oh, 10 put away this loneliness
: and lose me In another's soul. Oh, for
year, a month, an hour 10 quite forget poll
cy, peoples and my pomp Of place, and b.
J but loving womdnl Harmachis, fare thel
! welli Go join Great julius whom thine ar
J called up from death before me, and tax,
Egypt's greetings 10 him. All, we'll fooled
thee; and / fooled Cesar-perchance befor,
} tits done fate will find me and myself shal
be fooled Harmachis, fare thee wellln
She turned 10 20, and as she turned
heard the sweep Of another dress and tn.
light fall Of another woman's foot.
"Ahl tits thou, Charmion. Well, for al
thy watching, the man dies"
"Ay," she answered, In voice thick viii
grief "Ay, o Queen, sosay the physicians
Forty hours hath he been In stupor 20 deeJ
that at times his breath could hardly hf
this tiny feathers weight, and scarce coult
my ear, placed against his breast, take no
|, tice Of the rising Of his heart. For ten lonf
days now have watched him day ant
night, till mne eyes stare wide open will
want Of sleep, and for faintness, scarce car
keep myself from falling. And OF all my
labor this Is the endi The blow OF that &C
cursed Brennus has done its work, ant
Harmachis dieslr toff
"Love counts not It's labor, Charmlon, moi
can IL weigh It's tenderness In the scale O
purchase. That which II hath II gives, ant
Graves for more 10 give and give, till th,
souls infnity be drained. Dear TO thJ
heart arc these nights OF watching; swee
10 thy weary eyes Is that sad sight o.
strength brought 90 low that II hangs upoI
thy weakness like babe unto its mothers
breasti For, Charmion, thou dost love thil
man who loves not thee, and now that h
7 is helpless thou canst pour thy passion o'ei
} the unanswering darkness Of his soul ant
cheat thyself with dream Of what yet nigh
l beft ~ -ss...l- 4.
II love him not, as thou hast proof, 4
Queeni How can I love one who wouls
have slain thee, who art as my hearts sis
teri IT'S for pity that ! nurse him. "a =
I She laughed q little as she answered,
"Pity Is loves own twin. Wondrous way
, ward are the paths Of woman's love, ant
thou hast shown thine strangely, that ]
know. But the moro high the love tht
: more deep the gulf whereinto 1t can fall
ny, and thence soar again 10 heaven, ono,
, more 10 fall Poor woman, thou art thy
passions plaything; now tender as ths