The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-03-06
oRENE EX,
OR THE
FORTUNES OF JULIET CLAYBURN.
CONTINUED.

doooness, Julletl there's your father.
He's always turning up where he's not
wanted. But don't get excited now and
spoil everything. Trust me; I'm chosen
apostle to extricate you from this diff
cnlty."
Then turning to the little Irish girl,
who was trudging along little in their
rear. Cornelia addressed her in this wise:
Look herel Patty, Biddy, Tabby,
Tbby-whatever your name may be.
you daughter of Erin"
"Her name is Maggie" said Juliet,
laughing, in spite Of herself, at Maggie's
comical expression at being thus ad-
dressed.
Maggie, is it?'' observed CorneIia,
"well, then. Maggie, stay where you are,
will you? Stay here, and I'll fetch the
bundle to you"
Thus commanded, Maggie stopped.
Cornelia looked back at her and laughed.
tLet her stand there" she said. chuck
ling; 'if she has no more sense. Only,
I'm thinking if she waits until I come
back to her, she'll drop dead in her tracks
from sheer exhaustion"
"You don't mean you'll leave the child
there, in that state of expectationP"
CALCULATED GJuliet; ''she might remain
until dark and then be afraid to go home.
Nurse would never forgive me-"
eff she's breinless enough for that, let
her stay" repeated Cornelia, "disap-
pointment is the lot of human life, she
will have to learn it some day, so let her
take her first lesson now. Trouble is
like the whooping-cough or the measles,
If you have it In your youth. you're apt
to get through the malady easy enough,
but If it attack you for the first time in
your old age. it is pretty apt to kill"
'But hate to leave the child there, {"
persisted Juliet, ''nurse's youngest-she
will take it so unkindly."
1--WE can explain it afterward," said
Cornelia. "rm surprised, Juliet, you're
80 blind to the true iaterest of the child.
1t will be good lesson for her, in every
way. 1t will teach her patience, so i'm
portant requisite in the affairs of life;
and besides it will be a wholesome pre-.
cept in worldly wisdom-why don't she
keep her eyes open, look out for her own
interest and not trust everybody's word,
who happens to como along? What
patient little lamb, if she waits there
until I go back to her!' and Cornelia
almost went into Mysteries of laughter.
Miss Maggie, however, who, it is pro-
bable. inherited some of the characteris-
tics of her worthy papa, was neither so
bralnless nor go patient as Cornelia ina
gined. Maggie had no idea of losing
her new dress, and tho elegant sugar
plums, the thought of which had caused
gorgeous dreams to float in her imagina-
tion all during the walk, SO instead of
hating, as Cornelia directed, she slowly
followed, thinking it best not to make
the young lady walk too far to bring
her the package. Having helped the
girls in, Mr. Clayburn entered the car
OFF, OFF, H'n'e''' 'na the h0fSeS S'ar'e"
'"The bundle, Miss Juliet-the bun
dle!' shouted Maggie.
At first, they hoped Mr.. Clayburn had
not heard the child, and that they would
soon be at o safe distance, but the re-
doubtable Maggie had so set her heart
upon the matter, she ran rs hard as she
could, and throwing up her hands and
arms, continued to scream in loud pitch
cf voice.
''Miss Juliet, obi Miss Juliet--thc
bundle! the BUN d .l-ee!''
Mr.. Clayburn commanded the driver
to stop.
''Isn't that Nurse Winters child?" he
asked; "aud at whom is she bawling?"
Juliet was in great state of pertnrba-
tion, and Cornelia was inwardly anathe-
mntlzing Maggie as ''vile brat" but
she extricated herself and Juliet with
her usual dexterity and address.
Gracious mel' said Cornelia, 81 had
forgotten all about the little Paddy. 1
saw her in the spring lot and told her to
follow me to the carriage, as had bun
die Of work to send to her mother"
"Why, my daughter" remarked Mr..
Clayburn, 'do you allow Cornelia to put
ont her sewing? You should have it
done in the house."
"None of your interference, if you
please, sir, in our feminine affairs" re-
piled Cornelia. "Hetty sews for me and
Dinah too, but if I choose to ease my
conscience for other sins, by helping
poor people in this way, it is nobody g
place to find fault at my charitable incli-
nations. Besides, Mrs. Winters is such
neat. tidy seamstress and suits my taste
80 we'll"
BY this time, Maggie had reached the
side OF the carriage, her face looking
like damask rose, and herself painting
with the violence of the exercise.