The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-05-06
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FORTUNES OF JULIET CLAYBURN.
CONCLUDED.
No, I;have not said So" she inter
rupted. sit depends on father. I cannot
marry yon, if lie objects. Karl, Iwould
rather pass life OF misery than cause
fathera pang. You must aak father
"Oh! he Will not object" said Karl,
lie said to me last night, he will not. 1
conld not have believed that he had such
kind. sympathizing heart. I'll warrant,
Julie, he'll not object!'
Nor did he. When Karl asked his
consent, Mr.. Clayburn said-.'I promis-
ed Jnliet's mother, on her dying bed,
that / would never interfere in her mar
riage with you. That promise is sacred
to me. make no opposition whatever
to her marrying you-and I think it
quite natural she should be willing to
accede to your wishes. She has never
loved Theodore as she loved you."
So the helegendary ring once more flashed
on Juliet's finger.
They were married that very night
Jnliet, arrayed in the superb bridal
attire. she had prepared to become The
odore's wife. It was touching sight
the beautiful bride, the noble looking
bridegroom, the happiness in their
countenauces, mellowed down into sad
ness at the sight of the pale, corpae-like
face on the low couch. and the large
black eyes, which seemed to follow their
every movement.
But, contrary to his expectations, The
odore eventually recovered. During his
long aud tedious illness, he was nnrsed
t,nderly and depotedly by Karl and his
wife. We will not say he never regretted
the immense sacrifice lie had made-but
if he did, he never allowed Karl to know
it. As soon as his health was su ufficient tly
established, he returned to Germany,
which is now his home-if he can be
said to have a home, for Theodore ira
vels almost inoessantly. He writes cou-
stantly to his friends in America. His
last letter was dated from the antique
city of Coblentz. In this interesting
old city, situated SO beautifully. where
the transparent waters Of the blue Mo-
selle offers its beauteous homage to the
matchless Rhine, there, in view of the
massive towers OF renowned EhrenJyeu.
stein, with her shattered WALL" there,
Theodore describes the tenor of his life
as gliding smoothly aud calmly along.
But wherever he may be, whether in
Karl's beloved Taterland, among Karl's
own people, or in hnunts far removed
from home and friends and the light of
civilization, Theodore bears, with celes-
tinl resignation, those evils which he
cannot avert, ever displaying that trne
heroism which suffers in silence and
bears patiently. In the stern discipline
of life, through severe scholarship. he
has cOnned those ieaves and learned
those lessons which enuble one to-
"Waik through .he world with bleeding feet
and smile."
But suffering is the normal state OF
humanity, and the human mind can
overcome many SORROWS. Theodore has
found it. 30. Though he can never en-
tirely eradicate the remembrance of that
sorrow which embltters retrospeclion
and expatriates him from his own coun-
try; though he may never feel the fever
ish aspirations of ambition, the wild
exnltation Of nnclonded hope, he pos
sesses that which is better after all, the
contentment OF resignation.
What can we say of Karl and Juliet?
What need we say? Their happiness in
each other. onr feeble pen cannot de-
scribe. We do not exaggerate when WI.
say. it is commensurate with their nm.
happiness under former trials. Mr..
C'ayburn is still alive, and, it seems, has
renewed his youth and its vigor in the
yonth of his grand children.
Engenia Rawleigh hns become Mrs.
Harry Babhitt
Cornelia Raymond is still hourishing
like ''agreen bay tree" But we doubt not
day of retribution will come-"Ven-
geance is mine-I will repay, smith the
Lord"
One more scene and our task is done.
On board of the snperb steamer
20 he en- of the South" all preparations
were in readiness for the outward bound
voyage. Weeping friends stood on the
wharf and waved last adieu to those
who N, perchance. they might never see
again. Frank waved his handkerchief,