The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-03-11

81 solemnly protest, this must not go
on any longer. Something must be done,
and done speedily, for your daughter, or
there is no calculating tho consequences
something which will excite life in The
shattered frame, and feeling in the dis
eased mind. This morbid contemplation
of one melancholy idea is enough to
shake the strongest intellect. There
must be some cOuuter-exoitement pro-
duced to disabuse her mind of the fright
full idea of being responsible for her
day she was just as much her mothers
murderer rs if she had shot her with
pistol, or pierced her with dagger to
her heart; and all my reasoning could
not shake the belief. In vain / repre-
sented to her that Mrs. Claybnrn could
not possibly have lived much longer.
She has been on the brink of tho grave
for years-you recollect told you, ten
years ago. it would surprise me if she
lived six months"
Eyes, remember" replied Mr.. Clay
burn, sadly; land have told Juliet so,
repeatedly. Her aunt is coming to-
morrow-for Mrs. Richard Thurlow is
now convalescent sufficiently to admit of
my sisters leaving her-and God help
us, if she cannot suggest something. 1
am more my wife's murderer than Ju-
liet," continued the wretched man; "for
it was my unnatural and brutal harsh
ness to the child which drove her from
home, and my unrelenting cruelty which
shortened her mothers days"
And thus the unhappy father and the
unhappy child blamed each their own
conduct, feeling the pangs of fierce
and bitter regret, ranking like poison
ed arrow in their hearts. The worthy
doctor hummed, hawed, scratched his
head, hesitated and finally found speech.
''Do not imagine, my old friend. that
wish to pry into your domestic affairs;
ask not from q spirit of idle curiosity
or meddlesome inquisitiveness, but with
the hope of doing good, was the misun-
derstanding between your daughter and
yourself concerning Frank Clay burn?"
"It was" replied Mr.. Clayburn, laco.
nically.
"Why do you not send for him to re.
turn. If they arc engaged, as 1 hear,
and love each other, his presence would
probably arouse her and be of infinite
advantage"
"On the contrary" said Mr.. Clayburn,
che has already done her great harm. l
carried him in the room ono day, think
iuS3 W oiopCioo uCi BiOOm eAClte neT
dormant faculties to healthy action, bnt
the result was. she became so fearfully
agitated, I became frightened and hnr-
ried him from tho apartment. The
knowledge of his presence in the house
was so painful to her, recalled so wildly
the unhappy occurrences of the past, 1
requested him to leave for a time /
may as we'll tell yon at once, doctor, that
tho eDpapamaut ia broken off -
''Ah? Yes-I see. Well, we can do
nothing then. in that quarter. Excuse
my questioning. We must look to Mrs.
Thnrlow for help"
Mrs. Thurlow and Rudolph arrived
the next day. They were inexpressibly
shocked at Juliet's altered appearance.
Rudolph wcpt unrestrainedly, whom he
saw her-he sat beside her sofa, looked
Mt her piteously through his binding
tears, and would then throw his arms
around her, in his old boyish, affection
ate way, weeping afresh every moment.
The rounded velvet cheek, whose roseate
hue, Mr.. Lylo had praised ut Ashburn,
was now pale and unclouded in it's snowy
whiteness, and the sun-shiny hair, with
'its warm, yellow, waving loveliness, !"
was all gone now. It lay glossy heap
below stairs, in her fathers drawer.
"Uncle Karl wouldn't know her"
sighed Rudolph, and his emotions at the
unexpressed sigh, became so ungovern-
able, his grand mother touched him on
the shoulder and signified to him, with n
commanding gesture, that he must leave
the room. He returned after awhile,
having regained composnre, and pro-
missed to exercise rigid self-control Ru-
dolph was to try an experiment, too,
having received manifold instructions
from his grandmother and Mr.. Clay
burn. Sitting beside the easy lounge,
on which she was reclining. he said
Il am disappointed, Juliet thought
you would be glad to see me-"
yes, 1 am glad, Rudolph" sho re-
piled, in the same tone of careless apa-
thy, which was now habitual to her;
"but yon must not expect me to talk
much. 1t makes my head ache
"Julie!"
She hinched at the name, as she would
from the touch of sharp instrument,
and raised her pallid hand, colorless us
marble. in pleading gesture. that he
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