The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-04-30

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F0RTUNEs50F JULIET CLAYBURN.
CONTINUED. .
"What fthe joker" asked Mr.. Lyle,
approaching. Something awfully di-
verting,. upon my word. What is it?
"Oh! nothing of Importance, we were
o1ly discussing one of the domestic ami
mails. known as mana most insignih-
can't subject, to be sure; but when you
remember Homer wrote on frogs, and
Virgil dignified the gnat and the bee, we
can surely condescend q little lower, and
laugh over the follies of-man."
Seeing no opportunity for further pri
vate conversation with Oornelia, Theo-
dore hastened across the room. where
he had seen Karl and Juliet together.
The latter had left the room, but Karl
still remained in the same spot. noneha-
lantly oonversing with Mrs. Thurlow.
He greeted his friend without the slight
est embarrassment, and Theodore, re-
membering what Karl had said about
Mrs Raymond. previous to their coming
into the room, felt ashamed to mention
the subject at all. Perhaps it we're we'll,
that he, had not heard their conversation
on the occasion mentioned. Karl had
offered his arm to Juliet, and having ac-
~cepted it. they walked to retired part
of the room. agsa ji.as
..Thisis an opportunity have greatly
desired, said Karl earnestly. ''Miss
Clayburn, I have dared to approach you
to-night.to ask great favor. May
venture to do so?'
s'Assuredly," was the reply. ST will
do anything in my power to oblige you"
'Then, promise me an hours private
Interview before your marriage"
She hesitated, and seemed very much
discomposed.
"Wonld such course be expedient or
proper?"
s'For God sake" he interrupted, s'do
It is the labt request you can ever grant
me. On the day which witnesses your
marriage, / leave America forever. I
don't think am long for this world,
and would like my bones to rest in my
native land. SO I return there to die."
'tDo not talk so-do not" said Juliet,
almost sobhing; Il cannot bear to hear
you. hope you may yet pass many
years Of happiness
''Such hope we're vain" he replied,
shaking his head; "I have outlived my
happiness, and having done so, my soul
is like an arkless dove, and wearied of
the worlds war. It matters not Death
will come. and do not dread death.
Juliet. I have not forgotten all your good
teachings in the olden time; for the sake
Of that olden time, listen favorably to
my request. Give me an opportunity of
making those explanations due not only
to myaelf but to you" He looked at her
inqniringly, but Juliet could not COM
mand her voice. "May consider that
m Id I.
affirmatively and quilted the room.
One afternoon Karl was sitting on the
front steps alone; or rather, he wasn't
alone, for crowd of juvenile nephews,
and nieces, and cousins-a brood of Won
Oppenheims, and Thurlows, and others,
visitors to the young people-were
around, and about, and above, and be-
meath him, climbing on his knees, and
shoulders, and head, turning summer
saults, getting into his pockets, and his
mouth, and his ears, and his eyes, and
laughing and screaming with all the zest
and boisterous hilarity of happy child
hood. In the midst of it Elisa Won
Oppenheim cried out:
'Ohi Uncle Karl, look at Isabel Ray
mond; the horses will run over her."
Karl looked up. Mrs. Thurlow's car
riage, containing frank and his bride,
Junet ana IneOdOre, was QrlVlng up to
the door-the driver, it seemed, in total
ignorance of the little child sitting fiat
on the gravel carriage-way in front Of
the steps. Quick rs thought Karl jerked
himself free of all trammcls, thereby
precipitating half dozen Youngsters.
male and female. down the steps, and
clearing the intervening space at one
bound. reached the unconscious child.
In another moment it would have been
trampled to death underneath the horses
hoofs Karl caught the horses with both
hands. and with desperate exertion Of
his enormous strength, threw them back
on their launches. Then, amid the
frightened screams OF the inmates of the
carriage, and the crying and wailing of
the children, he picked up with his unin-
jured arm-one was broken-the inno-
cent little child, SO miraculously rescued
from theeiaws of death. Cornelia, at
tracted by the noise, ran out from the
drawipg-room and down the steps,
sis this your child?" said Karl, MS she
came up to him, with outstretched arms.
"Yes."