The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-02-25

paIatabIe dSse, of awsisters In ! Wilton, =.
apdithe two walked Unto the house td-
The next morning Juliet was sitting
id hsr< own rsom, writipgIto Karl. A
hasty knock was heard Jat the door, and
Cornelia, not waiting for an l4yitation to
enter, entered without one y, ',' 60, ~
Writing to, aomsbody7n. she asked
playfully, seeing 5uliet's omployment.
it'Tss. but, I'din drawing to close.
Have b ssss, Cotnslis?"of ~.
ooh, mel I'll not interrupt such q
pleasant occupation" said Cornelia,
yawning; ! merely came in to proffer q
request, VIII you be kind enough to
lend nae your ha6h de .chepal for this
afterpoon2 1t .isso much more elegant
with that fastidiohs ,Mr. Raymond.
raising her glance from the paper; ''you
are perfectly welcome I will give Hetty
orders to carry IL to your room"
"And the hat, too, if you please?"
continued Cornelia. 49,,
eyes. it is decidedly the prettiest
thing pertaining to the accoutrements.
Becoming to you, also, I expect, the
black velvet and white plurnes."
cit is extremely becoming, "acquiesced
Cornelia, 'I tried it on the other day.
The body, I fear, will be unpleasantly
snug, as the dress makers say; but
twill not be the first, nor I dare say the
last time, either, will suffer the bodily
torture of being squeezed almost to
death, in order to gain few hours admi-
ration of my corsdge delie. But hope,
Juliet, I'm not interfering with any
plan of yours for riding-that it is per-
fectly convenient"
Perfectly So" said Juliet; I'm to
take an airing in the carriage with
mother this afternoon"
Cornelia still fingered, standing at the
opposite side of the little table, watching
the movements of Juliet's pen.
''Is your letter long?" she inquired.
Juliet pointed laughingly to several
sheets of closely-written chirography
lying on the table.
mot very" she said. considering I
cannot write often"
''Did you tell him the misfortune
about the ring?"
s'No; L couldn't bear to make him un-
happy,
in my life," said Cornelia
"What?" exclaimed Juliet, looking up
quickly.
"Wby, that feeling of superstition
Mr.. Won Oppenheim has concerning
your engagement ring. I thought his
intellectual faculties were too well bal
anced; that he was, in short, man of
too much good sense to indulge in such
wild vagaries."
''It's no sign of want Of sense" said
Juliet, little testify.
ooh, mol suppose not" said Corne-
liza, laughing; perhaps ii is just the
contrary, aud proves he has uncommon
sense. In reality, subscribe to this
latter opinion myself; for if we take the
history of the world. we will find the
most eminent Of its so-called great men
believed in omens and prognostics, and
had an unmistekable vein of inherent
superstition in their nature. We all
have-every human being has, to some
extent"
"I'm very little imbued with such
sentiments, for my own part, remarked
Juliet, land drawing logical deduction
from the statement you have promulgat-
ed, must necessarily be far removed from
greatness"
"Not necessarily farther than myself,
mystic doctrines, grand, gloomy and
peculiar in their nature, and yet lacking
in other qualifications. can make 30 pre-
tensions to superiority. By the way,
Juliet, how do you manage your cores
pondence with Mr.. Won Oppenheim? I
see your father goes to the post Office
himself"
81 get my letters through Mrs. Win
ters." said Juliet; "she receives foreign
letters of her. own, as all her relatives are
in Europe. Karl encloses his letters in
two envelopes-the outer one addressed
to Mrs. Winters, the inner to myself /
arranged it with Karl before we parted
in Ashburn, without consulting her, but
knowing she would not object"
"Who is Mrs. Winters2 I never heard
of her before. Does she live about Ork-
neyq"
"Yes, indeed, but You might remain
hero whole year or longer, and never
hear Of her. She doesn't belong exactly
to the elite-does not move in ou, SET, to
use stereotyped phrase, in fashionable
circles. She's nothing more nor less
than good-hearted Irish-woman, who
served for many years in our family in q
domestic capacity"
"Did you confide all about your en-
gagement? and are you not afraid she
will betray you?"
"No, no; merely told her had IA
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