Mexico weekly ledger., 1890-01-16

I seen so fierce fight even In the games
at Romei Well, spare his life; though
tits weak of me, womanish weak. Take
him to his chamber and guard him till he Is
healed or-dead."
And then my brain reeied, a great sick
ness seized upon me, and ! sank into the
nothingness Of swoon.
Dreams, dreams. dreamsi without end
and ever changing, as for years and years
/ seemed to toss upon a sea of agony. And
through them vision OF a dark-eyed wom-
ans tender face and the touch Of a
white hand soothing me to rest. Visions,
too, of Royal countenance bending at
times over my rocking bed-a countenance
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-ay,
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 everlastingly, 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 Harmachis, child of Earth,
from the living Book Of Her, who " as and
Is and Shall Bel LOST lost! LOST"
And then another voice would answer:
'Not yet! not yeti Repentance Is at
hand; strike not out the name OF Har-
machis, child OF Earth, from the living
Book of Her, who Was and Is and Shall
Be! BY suffering may sin be wiped awayi"
Invoke to fnd myself in my wn chamber
In the tower OF the palace. So weak was
that scarce could lift my hand, and life
seemed but to lutter in my breast as fut
I,-,,
head could not stir; yet in my heart there
was sense of rest, and of dark trouble
done. The. light hurt my eyes; 1 shut
them; and as i shut them, heard the sweep
of woman's robes upon the stair, and a
swift, light step that well knew. 1t was
that of Cleopatra!
She entered, and her football drew nigh.
felt her comet Every pulse in my poor
frame beat en- answer to her football, and
| oil my mighty love and hate rose from the
| darkness of my death-like sleep and rent
me in their struggled She leaned over me !;
| her ambrosial breath played upon my face.
| ] could hear the beating of her heart!
| Lower she leaned, till at last her lips
| touched me softly on the brow. "Poor
| man" heard her murmur. ''Poor, weak,
| dying mani Fate hath been hard to thee!
| Too good vert thou to be the sport of such
/
my play Of policyl Ahi Harmachis! |!
| thou shouldst have ruled the gar1ei
| 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--ahi well / know It'll
Man like, thou didst love the eyes that, as a
pirates lights, beckoned thee to ship
wrecked ruin, and didst hang doting on the
lips that lied thy heart away and call thee
'slave'i Well, the game was fair. for thou
wouldst have slain me; ard yet grieve
80 thou dost diet and this is my farewell to
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 long-faced
fools, who, II they let thee die, shall pay the
price; And where, then, shall we meet
again when my last throw is thrownf We
shall be equal there, In the kingdom that
Osiris rules. A little time, q few years
perchance tomorrow, and we shall meet;
then, knowing all am, how wilt thou gree,
me therei Nay, here, as there, still mus
thou love me; for injuries can not touch tbs
immortality Of such love as thine! Con
tempt alone can, like acid, eat away the
|. strong love Of noble hearts and reveal the
pitiful truth In its poor nakedness. 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 ss
i when thou slewest those guards. and ye.
, not quite.
, ssOh, what fenced city Is my heart, tina
none can take II, and cen when I throw
wide open the doors no man may win il.
/ citadeli Oh, to put away this LONELINESS
i and lose me in another's soul Oh, for
year, . month. an hour TO quite forget poll
/. cy, peoples and my pomp Of place, and b
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