The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-02-15

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FORTUNES OF JULIET cLAYBURN.
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knew the travellers would be at least two
weeks behind time; but for fear they
might be more punotual than she ex-
pected. Bhe could no longer delay taking
her departure. It would be too bad, If
no one waslat Ashburn to Welcome the
weary wanderers home. The two ladies
sat together in the parlor, talking over
these things. Juliet was endeavoring to
express to her aunt, in appropriate Ian
guage, the deep regret she would feel ut
her departure, and how lonely she would
be, with no one near to converse on the
fruitful subject of the loved and absent,
when there was summons to the front
door. The servant ushered visitor into
the room where they sat. Mrs. Thur
low screamed with delight, when she saw
it was Rudolph; and Rudolph himself
added to the confusion by striving to
kiss both at once, and trying to reply
intelligibly to the hurried questions de-
luged upon him.
"Bless you, my son" said Mrs. Thur
low, s'you are looking so we'll and hearty.
The sea voyage has helped you wonder
fully"
''And how is Karl?" asked Juliet, ex-
citedly, no longer able to restrain the
promptipgs of her heart. sis he we'll?
And where is hep"
Rudolph pointed to the Grape on his
hat, and for the first time they noticed
he was in mourning. Juliet turned white
as marble, and caught at chair.
"Oh, no-no-Julie!' exclaimed Ru-
dolph, running forward and supporting
her; ..I do not mean that; Uncle Karl is
perfectly we'll, but thought you would
understand. My grandfather is dead.
and Aunt Nannerl is quite sick, so Uncle
Karl has been detained in Dresden for q
few months. But don't look so distress
ed-he will be here by Christmas.
cit is great disappointment" said
Juliet, struggling with her feelings; 81
cannot bear for Karl to be so far from
me. The letters are SO long coming"
"Here is one for you now," said Ru-
dolph, diving down into his pocket,
land o regular mailbag full for grand
mother"
He began sorting them out.
"This is mother" he said, handing to
Mrs Thurlow; ''this Aunt Nannerl-
this father-this little sis, look how we'll
it is done, grand-mother-of course,
though, I held her hand"
''And this is mine," exclaimed Juliet,
impatiently snatching the remaining
epistle from his hand.
"Yes," he answered, smilingly,
''though you need not have been so rude
about it, and I think you might thank
me for bringing it so far
ST thank you a thousand times" re-
piled Juliet, lost in contemplation and
admiration of her lovers letter; she
turned it about in her hand, scanned the
superscription, looked at the seal, and,
watching sly opportunity, raised it to
her lips She was thinking how much
more precious it was than Mrs. Thur
lows four combined, when Rudolph
turned and asked her, "why in the name
of sense she didn't read her letter."
81 am going up stairs now, for that
venture here
SIS everything dark yet with Uncle
Clayburn?" asked Rudolph.
Juliet answered him, with mournful
shake OF the head, in the affirmative, and
then started again to leave the room,
when Rudolph called her as she reached
the door.
"Come back q moment, Julie; have
forgotten very important thing. was
commissioned to kiss you for Uncle
Ksrl-to scold you for not writing
oftener, and to tell you his heart and
his thoughts were always at Orkney, no
matter where he might be himself" and
Rudolph proceeded to acquit himself in
this delicate commission with remarka-
BILE dexterity and skill-especially the
osoulatory part Of it.
Juliet was seated on the sofa, beside
him, asking questions about Karl, and
receiving answers, when Mr.. Clayburn
entered the apartment
"Halloo, youngster," he said, shaking
hands with Rudolph. sis this your
veritable self? Have you actually
emerged once more, civilized being,
from the tobacco-sm atmosphere apd
the sauer kraM impregnated regions
of your famous Dige-Dirge-Dutchlund,
or whatever you call it in your outland.
ish lingo? What is it? I hear my
sister and Juliet stammering and splut.
tering, and jerking and suffering, and
twisting out some cultural sounds here
every day, but for my life cannot get q
single word of the abominable stuff
straight. Well, how did you leave all
among the Dutch? My niece, your
mother. and that rascal of father OF
yours, who ought to be thrashed within