ARBACES AND IONE NYDIA GAINS THE GARDEN WILL SHE ESCAPE AND SAVE THE ATHENIAN?

WHEN Arbaces had warmed his veins by large draughts of that spiced and perfumed wine so valued by the luxurious, he felt more than usually elated and exultant of heart. There is a pride in triumphant ingenuity, not less felt, perhaps, though its object be guilty. Our vain human nature hugs itself in the consciousness of superior craft and self-obtained success afterward comes the horrible reaction of remorse.

But remorse was not a feeling which Arbaces was likely ever to experience for the fate of the base Calenus. He, swept from his remembrance the thought of the priest's agonies and lingering death; he felt only that a great danger was passed, and a possible foe silenced; all left to him would be to account to the priesthood for the disappearance of Calenus; and this he imagined it would not be difficult to do. Calenus had often been employed by him in various religious missions to the neighboring cities.

On some such errand he could now assert that he had been sent, with offerings to the shrines of Isis at Herculaneum and Neapolis, placatory of the goddess for the recent murder of her priest Ap cides. When Calenus had expired, his body might be thrown, previous to the Egyptian's departure from Pompeii, into the deep stream of the Sarnus; and when discovered, suspicion would probably fall upon the Nazarene atheists as an act of revenge for the death of Olinthus at the arena. After rapidly running over these plans for screening himself, Arbaces dismissed at once from his mind all recollection of the wretched priest; and, animated by the success which had lately crowned all his schemes, he surrendered his thoughts to Ione. The last time he had seen her she had driven him from her presence by a reproachful and bitter scorn, which his arrogant nature was unable to endure. He now felt emboldened once more to renew that interview; for his passion for her was like similar feelings in other men it made him restless for her presence, even though in that presence he was exasperated and humbled. From delicacy to her grief he laid not aside his dark and unfestive robes; but, renewing the perfumes on his raven locks, and arranging his tunic in his most becoming folds, he sought the chamber of the Neapolitan. Accosting the slave in attendance without, he inquired if Ione had yet retired to rest; and learning that she was still up, and unusually quiet and composed, he ventured into her presence. He found his beautiful ward sitting before a small table, and leaning her face upon both her hands in the attitude of thought. Yet the expression of the face itself possessed not its wonted bright and Psyche-like expression of sweet intelligence; the lips were apart the eye vacant and unheeding and the long dark hair, falling neglected and dishevelled upon her neck, gave by the contrast additional paleness to a cheek which had already lost the roundness of its contour.

Arbaces gazed upon her a moment ere he advanced. She, too, lifted up her eyes; and when she saw who was the intruder, shut them with an expression of pain, but did not stir.

Ah!" said Arbaces, in a low and earnest tone, as he respectfully, nay, humbly, advanced and seated himself at a little distance from the table " Ah ! that my death could remove thy hatred, then would I gladly die! Thou wrongest me, Ione; but I will bear the wrong without a murmur, only let me see thee sometimes. Chide, reproach, scorn me, if thou wilt I will teach myself to bear it. And is not even thy bitterest tone sweeter to me than the music of the most artful lute? In thy silence the world seems to stand still a stagnation curdles up the veins of the earth there is no earth, no life without the light of thy countenance and the melody of thy voice."

Give me back my brother and my betrothed," said Ione, in a calm and imploring tone, and a few large tears rolled unheeded down her checks.

"Would that I could restore the one and save the other!" returned Arbaces, with apparent emotion. Yes; to make thee happy I would renounce my ill-fated love, and gladly join thy hand to the Athenian's. Perhaps he will yet come unscathed from his trial [Arbaces had prevented her learning that the trial had already commenced]; if so thou art free to judge or condemn him thyself. And think not, 0 Ione, that I would follow thee longer with a prayer of love. I know it is in vain. Suffer me only to weep to mourn with thee. Forgive a violence deeply repented, and that shall offend no more. Let me be to thee only what I once was a friend, a father, a protector. Ah, Ione! spare me and forgive."

"I forgive thee. Save but Glaucus, and I will renounce him. O mighty Arbaces! thou art powerful in evil or in good: save the Athenian, and the poor Ione will never see him more." As she spoke she rose with weak and trembling limbs, and, falling at his feet, she clasped his knees: "Oh! if thou really lovest me if thou art human remember my father's ashes, remember my childhood, think of all the hours we passed happily together, and save my Glaucus!"

Strange convulsions shook the frame of the Egyptian; his features worked fearfully he turned his face aside, and said, in a hollow voice, If I could save him, even now, I would ; but the Roman law is stern and sharp. Yet if I could succeed if I could rescue and set him free wouldst thou be mine my bride?"

"Thine?" repeated Ione, rising; thine! thy bride? My brother's blood is unavenged : who slew him ? O Nemesis, can I even sell, for the life of Glaucus, thy solemn trust? Arbaces thine? Never.

"Ione, Ione!" cried Arbaces, passionately; why these mysterious words? why dost thou couple my name with the thought of thy brother's death?"

"My dreams couple it and dreams are from the gods." Vain fantasies all ! Is it for a dream that thou wouldst wrong the innocent, and hazard thy sole chance of saving thy lover's life.

Hear me!" said Ione, speaking firmly, and with a deliberate and solemn voice; if Glaucus be saved by thee, I will never be borne to his home a bride. But I cannot master the horror of other rites: I cannot wed with thee. Interrupt me not; but mark me, Arbaces! if Glaucus die, on that same day I baffle thine arts, and leave to thy love only my dust! Yes thou mayst put the knife and the poison from my reach thou mayst imprison thou mayst chain me, but the brave soul resolved to escape is never without means. These hands, naked and unarmed though they be, shall tear away the bonds of life. Fetter them, and these lips shall firmly refuse the air. Thou art learned thou hast read how women have died rather than meet dishonor. If Glaucus perish, I will not unworthily linger behind him. By all the gods of the heaven, and the ocean, and the earth, I devote myself to death! I have said!"

High, proud, dilating in her stature, like one inspired, the air and voice of Ione struck all awe into the breast of her listener.

Brave heart!" said he, after a short pause; "thou art indeed worthy to be mine. Oh ! that I should have dreamed of such a partner in my lofty destinies, and never found it but in thee! Ione," he continued, rapidly, "dost thou not see that we are born for each other? Canst thou not recognize something kindred to thine own energy--thine own courage in this high and self-dependent soul ? We were formed to unite our sympathies formed to breathe a new spirit into this hackneyed and gross world formed for the mighty ends which my soul, sweeping down the gloom, of time, foresees with a prophet's vision. With a resolution equal to thine own, I defy thy threats of all inglorious suicide. I hail thee as my own! Queen of climes undarkened by the eagle's wing, unravaged by his beak, I bow before thee in homage and in awe but I claim thee in worship and in love! Together will we cross the ocean together will we found our realm ; and far-distant ages shall acknowledge the long race of kings born from the marriage-bed of Arbaces and lone!"

" Thou ravest! These mystic declamations are suited rather to some palsied crone selling charms in the marketplace than to the wise Arbaces. Thou hast heard my resolution it is fixed as the Fates themselves. Orcus has heard my vow, and it is written in the book of the unforgetful Hades. Atone, then, 0 Arbaces! atone the past; convert hatred into regard vengeance into gratitude; preserve one who shall never be thy rival. Those are acts suited to thy original nature, which gives forth sparks of something high and noble. They weigh in the scales of the Kings of Death; they turn the balance on that day when the disembodied soul stands shivering and dismayed between Tartarus and Elysium; they gladden the heart in life, better and longer than the reward of a momentary passion. Oh, Arbaces! hear me, and be swayed!"

"Enough, Ione. All that I can do for Glaucus shall be done; but blame me not if I fail. Inquire of my foes, even, if I have not sought, if I do not seek, to turn aside the sentence from his head and judge me accordingly. Sleep, then, Ione. Night wanes. I leave thee to its rest and mayst thou have kinder dreams of one who has no existence but in thine."

Without waiting a reply, Arbaces hastily withdrew afraid, perhaps, to trust himself further to the passionate prayer of Ione, which racked hint with jealousy, even while it touched him to compassion. But compassion came too late. Had Ione even pledged him her hand as his reward, he could not now his evidence given the populace excited have saved the Athenian. Still, made sanguine by his very energy of mind, he threw himself on the chances of the future, and believed he should yet triumph over the woman that had so entangled his passions.