The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-04-08


Perhaps Mr.. Liyle was little surprised
at this caustic ri6icule; but the smile
with which;it was uttered dishrmed re-
sentiment and suspicion.
l. "I warn you both. youare treeding on
dangerous, untennble ground" he said.
81 freely acknowledge the imperfeotions
of the sex, but Eugenis makes assertions
repagnant to an enlightened understand
ing. Rudolph, I leave it with you, is
not man constant, and woman changea-
BILE rs the wind?"
II cannot agree with you," said Ru
dolpb. II side with the ladies'"
s'Stuffl Stuff It is only that you are
must be 80. Why, I can make out list
as long as the great wall of China, and
high rs Mt. Dhawalagira, to prove my
point"
eff you mediate such scheme" said
Juliet, II will propose suitable pane
with which to close the series. You will
fancy something illustrious, Of course,
such as the feithless Josephine; and
then, rs the next best thing to good
ending, is n good beginning; suppose
you initiate with something elegant from
the classics. Ariadne, perhaps, will suit
your purpose, she who 30 ungratefully
| forsook Theseus; and to crown the sum-
NIT of perfidy, on the same island, Naxos
deserted the divine Bucchus. If you
want other examples"
II want no MORE" affirmed Mr.. Lyle;
sat least, not of that sort. Such pitiless
and exquisite irony, takes the conceit out
of me. I consider it highly unfair to
brow-beat on unoffending individual so
shamefully; but what is this? some
Arcadian dainties to delight the pnlnte?"
Mr.. Lyle's last remark referred to a
large silver waiter OF ripe fruit, which
the dignifed Stephen, with his usual
pnnctilious etiquette, was handing
around for their refreshment. There
were luscious figs, whose delicate. richly
favored pulp was as perfect as those
which, in ancient times, grew on the
lovely plains of Attica; peaches full-ripe,
rosy, blushing with imprisoned sweet
ness; aromatic pears, melting to the eye
| and taste; apples, sunny as dnirymaid's
cheek, nesting amidst pendant dark
| leaves; grapes, exuberant with exhiler-
ating juices, like those in the vineyards
of the patriarchs; and richly-tinted me-
Ions, whose emerald hus were rays caught
from the green trees and grass. and whose
white creamy flesh looked as if it had
been newly dipped in the flaming disk
of the setting sun. While the gentle
men were doing the polite, in helping
the ladies according to their taste, and
selecting the prettiest peaches and the
largest bunches of grapes, Mr.. Clayburn
made his appearance.
eve are just admiripg and enjoying
this elegant specimen of your proficiency
in the art of fruit culture" Miss Raw
leigh managed to articulate, though at
the risk of being choked.
''True, isn't it?" said Mr.. Clayburn;
''the season is prodigal, and do not re-
member ever to have witnessed such sur
prlslng luxuriance in vegetation"
"Delicious!' observed Mr.. Lyle, look
which were dripping with peach Juice;
'.the famed garden of the Heaperides
could not Fave contained anything half
80 paradise ;al''
"What did you say about Hesperides,
Theodore2"
| Mr.. Lyle WAS giving Juliet IN account
of the long rows of cherry-trees which
adorned the road-sides in Germany, and
what rest aud refreshment they afforded
the traveller, especially foot-sore pedes-
trians, SO he did not hear the question.
Eugenia repeated, and sent an apple
whirling through tho air at his head, to
enforce the Importance of reply.
she said this is the garden of the
Hesperides," explained Rudolph, "and
that Juliet is the golden apple"
Sin which CASE" quickly rejoined Mr.
Lyle, who had caught the remark, .I
sincerely hope there's no sleepless dragon
to be vanqnished by any adventurous son
of Jupiter who may essay to appropriate
the golden apple"
Tin not SO sure of that" said Ru-
dolph, looking significantly at Mr.. Clay
burn, who was enormously busy over q
water melon.
"This is my favorite fruit" remarked
the unconscious dragon, slashing his
knife through the red meat.
''The fig is mine, )" answered Mr.. Lyle;
"my ideal conception of happiness and
that expressed in Scriptural language CO.
incides: And jacob and Israel dwelt
snfely, every man under his vine and un-
der his ig,lree, from Dan even to Beer
shcbn'"
GA happy people" mumbled Mr.. Clay
burn. through full mouth.
I'm undecided about that" said Ju-
liet, smiling, II think house is more
| on ifoll 10 Il G.