The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-01-19

bitterly. Mr.. Won Oppeuheim did not
60 near her for q long time. He paced
the grotto to and fro. with wild steps
his frame shook, his Whole soul was in a
vortex OF tumutuous feeling. The cur.
rent OF his being was moved to its
depths-his heart was fired alternately
with burning hope aud maddening de-
spair. Finally, lie seated himself agsin
beside the weeping girl. took her hand
and said, in husky voice:
"Will you marry me, Juliet?"
"Yes. came the fearful answer.
"Will you marry me, in spite Of all op-
position on your fathers part.
No reply-and bitter sobs
For God sake, answer me!' ne prayed.
'This torture of suspense--th consum-
ing agony will overwhelm me with its
violence"
'It would break my heart to grieve
my father. replied Juliet through her
tears"
"Then, darling" said her lover, in O
voice OF intense anguish, ''since such is
your decision, we must part Part now
and part forever" He carried her
hand to his lips and left tear.drop on
its white surface. Farewell. Julia! God
bless you!'
The young professor had left the bower,
and staggered with reeling brain toward
the house. Juliet uttered sharp cry OF
pain end sprang after him-,s she called
him back. He returned and stood in the
entrance. Come here" said juliet, in
a scarcely audibleivoice; "come here, and
listen to mo. Why must"we part2"
"beoause," said Mr.. Won Oppenhein,,
II would be fool to be hanging around
you as lover, with no definite prospect
OF our union. 1t would be wrong, Julie
wrong In every way. Do you not see
ita We would both be cherishing a
hopeless passion. which could only bring
count upon your fathers consent know
his pride. He would never allow yon to
contract what he wonld consider such a
glarlng meSaAiance. believe he would
be almost willing to put you in the grave
hrst; at the same time, if we were once
married, and things irrevocable, his af-
feotion might induce him to become re-
oonclled to what he could not prevent
So, Julie, we ought and we must part, if
you do not love me we'll enough to marry
me, notwithstanding your fathers oppo-
sition."
IL do not see the necessity of our
parting" replied Juliet. 1--WE can love
each other just the same, and do not
hesitate In promising to marry you, if
my father will permit me-"
''8nt that will not do. Juliet" expos
tulated her lover. That promise
amounts, literally, to nothing I count
upon your fathers objection rs a certain
fact"
And therein you are wrong, think, :"
declared Juliet; "he could never be no
oruel as to destroy my happiness: and,
besides, Mr.. Won Oppenheim, father
formed very favorable opinion of
you"
"Pshawr he CALCULATED; she would
never think mo suitable match for his
daughter-never! Do you not see, Ju.
let? Ths whole thing amounts to this
yon must choose between me and your
father. It must produce IL struggle in
your mind. appreciate your feelings.
but l see no help for it. If yon love
your father better. choose your father.
1t would be but natural for you to do so,
perhaps; and, though it would make me
wretched, would try not to complain.
1t Is great sacrifice require at your
hands, darling-I know it. l do not
conceal the fact from myself or from
you. Your life, as the wealthy and aris.
tocratic Miss Clayburn. will be more
brilliant than it is likely to be as the
wife OF poor professor; and, besides, it
may naturally occur to you that your
father has loved and cared for you all
your life, whereas my love is of recent
date and yet to be proved"
"But you would love and care for mo
always you?"
Always" he said, fervently cal
ways, Jnlie!-forever and forever!"
''Then | choose yon," she murmured,
softly.
You promise to marry me?"
eye es, very softly.
"You give me your faithful word to
marry me, Notwithstanding any opposi-
ton on your fathers part?"
The slight frame shivered, and the
accents faltered, but the answer came ont
IN the Affirmative. He caught her, pas
sionately, to his heart; he pressed q
first kiss upon her luscious, ROSY lips
lips whose dewy nectar a,geets we're more
delicious than the flavor of the Lesbian
grape.
My own--my peerless Julie!"
A pause ensued-too full for utternnce.
Their hearts we're beating with one pulsa-
ton. Juliet raised her eyes from his
bosom, and said, in sweet accents: 81
DO not fear having to give mp my father;
he could not do otherwise than consent; :;
he would not blast the happiness of his
only child. nm sure, Mr.. Won Open.
helm"
at is Karl, now. julie" he interrupt
ed; lyon must call me Karl"
1T will sound so disrespectful, said
Juliet, laughing; chow will 1 ever learn
to call Professor Won Oppenheim, Karlp"
"Bnt You must. Julie-the name
sounds like music. coming from your
lips. Besides, why shouldn't you-there
Is not 30 much disparity in our ages, ns
You seem to imagine? T consider there
is none whatever I Am just young