Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1899-06-09

in the cleaning eyes of the young wom-
an familiar glance whose sparkle had
once before shone into his. but yet he
could not recall where he had ever seen
her.
81 am called Nevoleia Tyche. said
she in clear. musical accents
The architect started in astonish
ment
"Nevoleia Tyche. the freed woman
of JuliaT'
Eyes.
1.-The beloved of Caius Munatius
Faustus?"
al am she.
To-day looked at and admired your
tomb Tell me, are you dead or living 7
"Listenl' And her voice was touched
with a tender melancholy THAT tomb
| built while living for myself and for
Caius Faustus. to whom the decurlons
had awarded the hOnOrs Of the bisel-
lium. and | hoped some day to lind
there eternal rest The gods willed II
otherwise Often. returning from my
evening drives. before entering the
town passed and looked with pride at
my superb mausOleum. on which were
carved my own features and form. But
who remembers now the beautiful and
adored Navoleia Tyche, who now would
know her in her new shape, who now
could distinguish her from her countless
compartment
Dazzled by the beauty of the Pom
peiian. bewitched by her enhancing
voice and unable in his bewildered
mind to distinguish clearly between
the boundaries of past and present, he
tried in vain to comprehend the mys-
terry Of her strange words.
either l am dreaming or else this
wine has intoxicated me and have
lost my senses. he murmured.
"Wretch. this is not a dreaml
"Why do you reproach meY'
"In vain did | try to fee. In vain
did | struggle. Your cruel hand seized
me 1ust as | ventured one moment from
the cold and gloomy refuge of my tomb
into the bright sunshine and was run
ming across the stones, still warm with
the kisses of Phebus. "
1.-The lizard !" And the young man.
Rghast, now recognized the eyes which
had pierced his through the glass of
their prison.
81 see, like many others, you do not
know the secret Of cur metempsychosis,
and you are ignorant of the mysterious
revelations of Pythagoras Not all Of
us persisted at the time of the catas-
trophe. Venus protected her children
from the anger Of the internal deities
and changed us into lizards | was
saved, with many Others, but my
dwelling being destroyed. | sought ref
uge in the tomb had built. "
Forgive me. N8voleia T.
NAY. l would not punish You for
this ignorance, since, unwittingly
through it. You have learned of our ex-
istence
"Your generosity overwhelms me. "
"And now to our reconciliation.
drink once more Of the life giving
wine, " said she, smiling in her seduc-
tive way and filling the architects cup.
Il drink" he said "to the Pom
peiian Venus, TO beauty ard TO gracel /
drink to the divine, the lovely N@voleia
Tycher
He quaffed his cup, and on his brow
he felt the soft touch Of the fair ones
lips.
At daybreak the first rays of the sun
fell upon Louis asleep with his head on
the table Beside him on the floor lay
the remains Of broken amphora Of an
tique shape
Waking from his stupor, he passed
his hand across his brow and looked
around him anxiously, as if seeking
the presence Of another person. But he
was alone with broken jar. Of which
at that moment he remembered nothing
The cool breeze reused him further
as the landlord opened the door
He looked questioningly at his guest
"Have been asleep herei" said
Louis in confusion
at was your wish to sleep here.
signor.
"What wine was that you gave me
padroney"
"a famous one and rare.
"Say rather magic philtre My
brain is still confused -
II did not know that it was 81
heady signor -
"Why, it was like drinking Liquid
FIRE.
"Well. inst think. sigrcr Wine Of
20. the year Of the eruption from
the French For Short S.u,.es