The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-02-10

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."Of course, / do" said Karl, ''if you
will 60. I only proposed leaving you
behind, because the journey will be so
hurried and fatiguing. must be back
at the university the first of October
And besides, I thought perhaps leaving
you behind would be kind of propitis-
tioh toward conoiliating your father.
he would forgive us the crime of getting
married without consulting him, in con-
sideration Of my not taking you 30 far
awayl Am to consider the matter
settled. Julie? Is this to be our wedding
dayp"
Poor Julie! she was tossed about
wildly on the turbulent sea of doubt and
hesitation, her mind swayed first to one
side and then to the other. God knows
what her ultimate decision would have
been, if left alone to surrounding influ-
ences; but at this crisis another individual
appeared on the scene. It was Mrs
Thurlow, standing in the open door,
anger, establishment, indignation, sorrow
striving for mastery on her features.
81 have heard your conversation"
she said, in grave accents, looking
sternly at the crest-fallen countenances
of the conspirators, ''and I have come
to ask you, Karl Won Oppenheim, if I
must credit the evidence of my own
sensesp Have you basely inveigled this
child into olandestine engagement?'
Karl's face flushed.
..We are engaged" he said, "and have
been since last September.
81 am glad to see some evidence of
ahame in making such an unworthy con-
session," said Mrs. Thurlow, severely.
"Of all people in the world, I would
have selected any other two as being
adopts in the wicked arts of deception.
see my mistake-you stand on COM
mon level now with all other hypocrites.
Thus it is ever in this world. The names
we enshrine in our holy of holies; the
soulptured forms for whose purity and
fancied perfection, we place in our
brightest c;chee; The idols TO whom We
bow in lowest reverence and mount as
immaculate on the highest pedestals of
our worship, are ever those who first
bring bitter disappointment to our
hearts. But we wreathe gaudy flowers
around the names, to conceal from view
the discoloring stains of degradation;
we patch up and polish the broken forms
in the inches; we gather up the mutilat-
ed forms of our fallen idols, and, blind,
forgetful idiots that we are, again we
trust, again we worship-again we are
deceivedl'
There was no response to this decla-
matory harangue. Mrs. Thurlow was
meroiless-she only stopped long enough
to take breath.
'Karl," she said, resumipg hostilities,
in the style of Grant and Sherman,
strictly on the ofensiue; ''you have acted
ungratefully, dishonorably, ignominious-
ly, and would have trusted you the
world over. How could you betray my
hospitality and act 30 treacherously to-
ward me, when reposed the utmost con-
fidence in your honor?"
precatorily. cit is now too late-the
mischief is irreparable. loved her-I
could not help it."
ga pretty excuse" answered Mrs.
Thurlow, in q contemptuous tone. sNow
you are ready to swear you could die for
her. when you have proved, beyond con-
tradiction, that your affection is not suf-
foiently strong to have induced you, for
her sake, to suffer awhile in silence"
'Do not blame him. Aunt" said Ju-
iet, pleadingly. "He would have asked
my father for me immediately-he want
ed to do so-but knew he would not
consent at that time, 30 I would not al
low it. It was my fault-not Karl's."
"Oh womanl woman" exclaimed Mrs.
Thurlow, throwing her eyes up to the
ceiling and fourishing her hands about,
as she had often seen the thing done on
the stage and not often anywhere else.
'Are you all the same? in every genera
tion-in every cline? Are you all
moulded from the same clnya Cut by
the same pattern? Here is this tonder
plant, whose fragile form the rude blast
would soon destroy, throwing it's cling
ing, delicate tendrils as shelter between
the adverse winds and the sturdy oak, so
much more able to breast the storm! My
children" continued Mrs. Thurlow, com
psssionately; ''you have only been maxi
ing misery for yourselves My brother
will never consent to your marriage As