The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-04-14
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FORTUNES OFsJULIET CLAYBURN

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II wanted to@ask you if you could not
como over Tomorrow afternoon or even
ing, if the weather is good. On the
whole, Theodore, I would rather tell
you, for then you can ask mo whatever
questions yonlike: and you will under
stand everything better. And besides,
it is wrong IN me to encourage this feel
ing of foolish j:imidity. Iwilibe stronger
tomorrow, and will behave better.
Would you mind coming?"
Certainly III mind it, for it fills my
mind with felicity. Suppose I come in
the morning to inquire after your health.
and in the afternoon for fear it will rain
in the evening. and In the evening to
hear the tale"
II think you can accomplish every
thing in one visit" was the smiling re-
ply. II have an engagement in the
morning, which may keep me from home
until late. Let it be the evening. Be
sure to GOMEZ shall feel such q burden
removed from my mind when you know
everything. We must have no secrets
from each other when we are
married ;married, love. It is not
such hard word to say, when you go at
it right" as .,Jis .,,sa
"Yes; well, we must have no secrets
then" - M
"Quite true-quite right; T have mono
from you now, and then will tell you
my every thought"
CAT that rate, I'll soon be talked to
death, said Juliet.
''There will be one consolation" re-
torted Theodore, sit will prevent you
from talking us both to death-or, in
other words, save you the crimes of man
slaughter and suicide" and laughing at
the little clenched fist, which he declared
could not knock the breath out of but
terfly. Theodore sprang into the buggy,
and was off.
"What sweet little darling" he
thought, "to be 30 open with me about
Babbitt and their secret engagement.
Not many more women would be 80 can
did. Catch them at it? They would
swear until they were black and blue
that they had never loved any one else
but yourself in their lives. It was cruel
in me to witness her distress, and not
tell her I knew the whole affair; but I
wanted to hear the account from her own
lips. But I'll VOW she shall not open her
mouth abont it tomorrow. I'll stop her
at once, and not be 80 unkind, merely
for the sake Of selfish qualification, to
make her endure such another trial"
Juliet seated herself again at the
piano, before the open sheet of music
She struck the cords. which had once
been such familiar music and the beau
tiful melody, its very tones an embodi-
mentof love, foated up to the ear with
q sweet and touching pathos irresistibly
mournful. The notes danced in her
sight, and then were blurred, as if a
streak of black ink were dashed across
them. Gradually, the soft sounds died
away entirely. for the fingers refused to
perform their Office. She murmured the
words:
so, God! is there wave
Whose waters never bring
Remembrance as they sing,
Or as they lave?
80, for that Lethean wave!
0, could but forget,
l might be happy yet,
This eide the gravel"
The rain continued to fall, with slow,
dreary beating against the window.
panes. The clouds grew denser and
blacker, and heavy darkness enveloped
the world. But the dropped figure at
the piano continued motionless, until
the tread of footsteps was heard on the
piazza. At that signal, Juliet arose
hastily, and went forth to meet her
father, who early in the morning had
ridden over to Squire Hargood's planta-
tion.
TO BE CONTINUED.