The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-01-07


with my daughter three years; do You
shink she inherits her mother's dsiiSsta
constitutiona Be candid now, If you
please" as4f.3oJ
+ t'No," said Madame firmly, "I do not
think her exactly delicate sthaS is, she
is seldom sick; nor'do / think her con-
stitutionally predisposed to disease. But
she is certainly OF delicate organiza-
Gon. With the life she leads now, she
will live as long as anybody; but she is
really not robust, and could never sue
cessfully breast life of want and hard
ships. They would soon undermine her
tender frame"
Ihey shall never come near her." he
said, in tone betraying deep emotion.
'"They never shall-so help me God"
At this juncture, the subject of con-
versation re-entered the room.
Her mother had not called; she was
asleep-such n quiet, peaceful alnmber.
Madame showed signs of quitting the
room, but at the door, turned back with
sudden thought.
II forgot to mention that I have an
intimate friend, who is Instructors in
music at the Ashburn Female Seminary.
Her name is Mademoiselle Schomberg, q
highly accomplished and an admirable
teacher. I will write to her about Juliet,
and request her to pay your daughter
particular attention. To take, as it were,
general interest in all her classes. Her
assistance and encouragement will be of
incalcnlable advantage to Juliet"
"No doubt of it," replied Mr.. Clay
burn; II will thank you cordially, Ma
dame. if you will interest her in the
child"
CHAPTER IIA.-AsuBURN.
A month nfter, and on cloudy day in
the first week in January, Madame Des-
mareto and Miss Clayburn's baggage lay
all strapped and ready for the Journey,
piled up on the piazza Juliet was with
her mother and father, listening to words
of affectionate, solemn admonition-see-
ing their tears-and weeping herself
almost sick at the thought of leaving
them and her sweet home. This first de-
parture was different thing from that
for which the young girl had bargained-
q harder trial altogether. With ail her
paintings for novelty and amusement,
with all her yearnings to SEQ the world,
and enjoy companionship of her own age.
she had never fully Appreciated what
lancholy almost ns funeral-the most
melancholy of earthly things to Juliet
in those days. In the piazza all the SER
wants congregated to tell .'Missio" good
bye-her own maid Hetty among the
rest, who struggled Intellectually to con-
troll her boisterous grief. If Juliet had
been dead, they could not have raised n
greater howl OF sorrow; and hearing the
bitter lamentations only made Juliet's
tears flow moro copiously. She thought
the worst was over, when the parting
with her mother had been accomplished,
but, if possible, her fathers grief was
more touching still. The stern, strong
man was completely overcome. His last,
his fairest one, could he live out of her
presence? She had never been separated
from him day in her life; could he let
her go now? Madame looked at her
watch nervously-they had miles to ride
to the depot, and there was no time for
persuasion or parley, so Madame pulled
Juliet from her fathers arms and thrust
her forcibly into the carriage. The
horses dashed off, but Julietleaned from
the window, kissing her hand repeatedly
to her father. She could only get an
occasional glimpse Of his person for the
evergreens and trees, and after awhile he
was entirely hid from sight. Convinced
that she could see her father no more
not even get sight of the house-Juliet
resigned herself to fate and settled back
in the carriage in quiet despair. SO the
last days sho could pass ut home for q
long time had feeted away. Her last days!
Poor child! How often in the days to
come ut Ashburn would her mind revert
to those last happy hours Mt home. The
last memorable month, whose space had
been crowded to tho utmost capacity
with love and happiness. Long did she
remember the caressing endearments
heaped upon her by her doating parents,
the pleasant walks and long conversa-
tions with Madame. How they had sat
in the Orkney Grove, beside tho beauti-
ful spring, and, basking in the beams of
the warm sunshine, wove gay visions for
the future-such glittering. .day-dreams
of happiness And they would have sat
there forever perhaps, but her father
would send the carriage to fetch them
home, saying it was late-or sometimes
the poor old man, jealous of single
hours absence, would take the long walk
himself, giving as preteXt some busi-
ness transaction Mt the stores. But Juliet
and Madame both knew why he came,
and it made the daughter weep more
convulsively, when she remembered the
innumerable evidences of her fathers
devoted love. All! she would repay him
for it; she would improve every indi.
vidual moment of time, and return to
Orkney more worthy of her fathers ten
derness. He should be proud of his ac-
complished daughter. and feel that she
had striven to requite his affection by
every means in her power. Making these
resolutions, Juliet dried her tears and
forgot to cry any more.
Our travellers had n prosperous jour
neY. Madame parted with her xonnr