The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-02-13
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OR THE
FORTUNES OF JULIET CLAYBURN
A Tale OF tho Palmetto State.


A Tale OF tho Palmetto State.
CONTINUED.
Here, then, was the chance Juliet had
been praying and hoping for-why did
she blush and turn away her face from
her father, instead of embracing so ia
vorable an opportunity of undeceiving
him? Even when he caught her, as she
was escaping in evident embarrassment
from the room, and scanned her crimson
face and declared sshe intended to write
to that rascaIly rogue; Frank, and tell
him how his little girl blushed when she
heard the pane of her future lord and
MASTER" even then, Juliet opened not
her lips. In short, the poor girl had
reached q second stage in misery-she
now dreaded nothing SO much rs her
father discovering the true state of
things. She became more cowardly
every day-more anxious to conceal
from him the fact that there was any
thing to conceal. She determined he
should know nothing, until Karl should
come to ask for her at Christmas. She
could not face his anger-she could not
bear his bitter reproaches alone, she
must have Karl near, to sustain and help
her. At the holy Christmas time, she
would cast from her forever, this wretch
ed deception-she would rid herself of
this horrible incubus, that preyed upon
her mind and her happiness, until she
felt she would almost prefer death to its
longer continuance.
Thus matters stood, when one day Ju-
liet ran up to her aunts room, holding
q newspaper in her hand. She devoured
the newspapers now, and evinced such
unusual interest in the naval news and
Mrs. Thurlow's letters, her mother told
her, iokingly, "Frank ought to be thank
ful that Rudolph Won Oppenheim was
not O man, otherwise Frank, himself,
would not stand 80 high in his favor"
But Juliet was now III her aunt's room
with the newspaper. Placing it on Mrs.
Thurlow's lap, and pointing with her
finger, she exclaimed:
"Thank heaven, at last, there is news
from the Astoria! She arrived in Liver
pool after safe voyage. We ought to
have received the intelligence weeks
ago."
II am thankful it has come at last, %
was her aunt's reply. "We should have
letters, too, by this time, for I know they
would not neglect to write.'
"No," said Juliet, YEARLY, ''I am sure
they would not. am dying, almost, to
hear from Karl"
neutrality-suspicious., Liebchen," said
her aunt, calling her by Karl's pet name.
1t was more than Juliet's overcharged
heart could bear; she hid her face on her
aunt's lap and wept bitterly. Mrs. Thur
low attempted no comfort in the shape
of words, but she gently stroked her
nieces hair. Karl used to stroke her hair,
too, calling it ''silken sheaves of yellow
sunshine" the familiar caress and
the memories it suggested, made her cry
more bitterly than ever When the fury
of the tempest was expended by its own
violence, Juliet raised her glance to Mrs.
Thurlow and said, piteously:
AUNT, am miserable-not alone be-
cause Karl is SO far away from me, but
because am acting so dishonorably to-
ward my dear father
81 know it," rep!iel Mrs. Thurlo Y,
with grave composure; 81 forcsaw all
this. It is but the natural consequence
of your conduct. A girl in your posi-
ton and with your training, could not
fail to be unhappy, deceiving her father,
as you have done yours"
'Is there no remedy. aunt? iiust it
go on so until-until-''
Until it gets worse" said her aunt.
''It is bad enough, now," replied the
young glfl, WlplnB away fresh gush OF
tears; II could not endure this life for
anybody but Karl"
II fear it will be worse even for YOU
than thought" said Mrs. Thurlow; flor
your father has stubbornly set his head
on your marrying Frank. We were
talking about you the other day, and he
told me you were already affanced to
Frank"
Eyes, he has told me, also," said
Juliet, "but hsye not had the courage
to mention it to you. thought per
haps things had better remain as they
are until Karl comes"
II de not see that we can move in the
me- % Won m;eIt ; rid % vour % sonl Of ss some ~ ~
this hateful thraldom. Why do you
permit brother Josephsto think that yon