The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1894-05-02
CLEOPATRA.
Dsiag an Account Of the Fall and
Vengeance Of Harmachis, the
Royal Egyptian,
As SET FORTH BY HIS OWN HAND.
BY II. RIDER HAGGhRD,
Author of "Kinq Solonnon's Mines"
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a,cl; and it's people crushed with OPP
,css.on. But we believe that the hour Of
Collverance is at hand, and with the solemn
voice of Egypt and by the ancient Gods Of
Egypt TO whose cause thou art Of all men
bound, we call upon thee, o Prince, TO be
the sword of our deliveraDce! Hearkenl
Twenty thousand good and leal men are
sworn to wait upon thy word, and at thy
signal TO rise Is one, to put the Grecian
TO the sword, and with their blood and sub
stance to build thee a throne set more sure
~ on the soil of Khem than are its ancient
Pyramids-such throne as shall even roll
the Roman legions back. And for that sig
nal, it shall be the death of that bold harlot,
Cleopatra. Her death must thou compass,
% Harmachis, in such fashion as shall be
shown to thee, and with her blood anoint
the royal throne of Egypt.
"Canst thou refuse, o our Hopei Doth
not the holy love of country swell within
thy hearth Canst thou dash the cup OF
Freedom from thy lips and bear to drink
the bitter draught Of slavesl Great is the
emprise, and may be it shall fail, ard thou
with thy life, as we with ours, shalt pay
the price of our endeavor. But what Of
that, Harmachisl Is life, then, so sweet
Are we so softly cushioned on the stony
bed OF Earthl Is bitterness and sorrow in
its sum so small and scant things Do we
here breathe so divine an air that we
should fear to face the passage OF our
breathe What have we here put hope and
memory2 What see we hear but shadowsi
Shall we then fear to pass pure-handed
where fulfillment is and memory is lost in
its own source and shadows die in the light
which cast theml o, Harmachis, that man
alone is truly blest who crowns his life with
Deaths most splendid wreath. For since
to all the Brood of Earth Death hands his
poppy flowers, happy indeed is he to whom
there is occasion given to weave them In
crown of fame undyng. And how can
man more gloriously die than in great
endeavor to strike the gives from his
country's limbs, SO that she again may
stand in the face of Heaven and raise the
shrill shout Of freedom, and, clad once
more in the panoply Of strength, lrample
under foot the memory of servitude, defy
ing tyrant nations Of the earth again to set
the seal of their dominion on her Drowl
"Khem calls thee, Harmachis Come,
then, come, thou Dcliverer; leap like Horus
from the armament, break her letters,
scatter her foes and rule Pharaoh on
Pharaoh's throne"
"Enough enoughl' l cried, while the
long murmur Of applause swept about
the columns and up the massey walls.
Enough Is there any need thus to adiure
mey Had l u hundred lives, would l not
most gladly lay them down for Egypt?"
"Well said well said !'' answered Sepa.
"Now go forth with the woman yonder, that
she may mako clean thy hands before they
touch the sacred enblems, and thy brow
before it is encircled OF the diadem."
And SO | went forth with the old wife,
Atoua, into q chamber apart. There, NUT
tering prayers, she poured pure water up
on my hands into ever Of gold, and hav-
ing dipped fine cloth into the water, there
with wiped my brow.
40 happy Egypt" she said; 30 happy
Prince, that art come to rule in Egypt! o
royal youth! too Royal to be priest-so
shall many q fair woman think; but, per-
chance, for thee they will relax the priestly
rule, else how shall the race of Pharaoh be
carried ons . happy l, who handled thee
and gave my flesh aud blood to- save theel
o royal and beautiful Harmachis, born for
splendor, happiness and lovew
Cease, cease" said, for her talk Jared
upon me; 'call me not happy till thou know
est my end; and speak not to me of love,
for with love comes sorrow, and mine Is
another and higher way"
'Ay, ay, so thou sayest-and joy, too, that
comes with love Never talk lightly of love,
my King for it brought thee herel Lai lal
but it is always the way-'The goose on the
wing laughs at crocodiles,' so goes their
saying down at Alexandria; 'but when the
goose is asleep on the water, it Is the croco-
siles who laugh Not but what women are
pretty crocodiles. Men worship the croco-
diles at Anthribis (Crocodopolis), but they
worship women all the world overl Lal
how my tongue does run on, and thou about
to be crowned Pharaoh! Did / otprophecy
it TO theel Well, thou art clean. Lord Of
the Double Crownl Go forth"
And came forth with the old wife's fool
ish talk ringing in my ears, though Of q
truth her folly had ever grain of wit in It,
AS came, once more the Dignitaries
rose and bowed before me, Then my
father, without delay, drew near me, and
placed within my hands golden image Of
the divine Goddess Ma (Truth), and golden