The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-01-10

| ~ pronounced her '.bother" and given
! to ''airs end nonsense" Thus ahheir ao-
quaintance began, with misconception on
ocsA sides. all the result OF that precious
rascal, Rudolph, not having sufficient
wisdom to hold his tongue. He little
imagined, the dear, enchanting child,
how materially he had interfered with
tho peace and enjoyment of those he best
loved. In rejecting on what he had
Casually Witnessed in the library, the
young professor entirely misconstrued
the motives which had aotuated Juliet
Cla1burn's rash EXPRESSION of opinion
and her subsequent naughty conduct.
he did the young girl gross injustice.
"She ,prides herself ON her name and
her money be thought land wishes
the poor foreign professor to understand
at once, that he is not suitable associ-
ate for tho aristocratic Miss Clayburn."
How cruelty he wfonged herl That
nrst night ut the tea table-that first
merry evening-could Juliet ever forget
them? She felt certain she could never
do 80. The whole establishment seemed
electrified, Just by the vivifying presence
OF MIR. Won Oppenheim. Never was snch
quietude had vanished was
Juliet could sec the young professor
well now, at the tea table, with it's bright
lamps and glittering silver. Candor COM
PEELED her to acknowledge to herself that
he was the very best looking foreigner
she had ever secn-not bit clumsy,
Phlegmatic or heavy, as she had hereto
fore somehow imagined all Germans
must be. On the contrary, he was pos
sessed Of @ manly, vigorous Franc, til,
athletic, well-knit, and his manners we're
distinguished by admirable ease, grace
and vivacity. His conversation, too, she
discovered was something rare, with such
q transparent, abundant flow of graceful
badinage and wit, and occasional touches
of satire or pathos. Altogether so unaf-
fected and easy.
II wish Rudolph had not told me-"
Juliet thought; sand what must he think
OF me. after what occurred in the Ii
brary"
Apparently, Mr.. Won Oppenheim did
not think of her at all; she was, to all
appearances, the farthest thing in the
universe from his thoughts. He teased
Cornelia; said sparkling things to Mrs.
Thurlow; pelted and played with Ru-
dol[Ph, and eaptivated everybody. Even
to Trouncer, q magnificent Newfound.
losophical appearance. To Miss Clay
burn, Professor Won Oppenheim was
coolly and quietly polite-and nothing
more. Juliet was mortified and piqued.
This was the first time in her life she
had ever found herself of secondary i'm
portance i'll any assembly. It was like
an unpleasant dose OF medicine-she
could not swallow it gracefully. But
there was too much real nobility of soul
in the composition of the young girl to
permit sue, unworthy feelings to obtain
ultimate mastery over her better nature.
Although she began the evening with
dignified hauteur, which she fully in
tended to preserve; and although she did
continue the quietest person about the
house, her cold reserve gradually melted
before the genial rays of so much mirth
and social hilnrity. Before the evening
closed, her merry voice was heard in
unison with the rest And what joyous
set they were!
After tea. Mademoiselle Schomberg
and several other ladies and gentlemen,
dropped in to spend the evening.
How surprised they were toisee Mr.. Won
| Oppenheim, and how delighted! When
MAIDEN oiselle looked at her watch, and
found to her amazement that it was ac-
tually half-past IL o'clock, there was a
unanimous declaration that somebody or
something had cheated them out of n
whole evening, which ought to have been
ever so much longer. -.
TO BE CONTINUED.
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