The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-03-30
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Or THE
FORTUNES OF JULIET CLAYBURN
CHATTER IAN OLD ACQUAINTANCE.

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Stumble back strangely yl"-O,oen Meredith.
It was nearing the close of soft. sum
nv day, in the fragrant month Of June,
when q handsome travelling carriage,
drawn by two spirited black horses, slow
ly toiled up q steep acclivity in the vi
cinity Of Orkney. Tho day was sunny,
but mild for @ Southern latitude at this
season. In the wooded outrageous val.
leys delicious ianguor reigned in the
atmosphere; but on the top ofzthe high
hills, which widely diversified the undu-
lating country. the breeze played gently
with tender leaflets, and waved the long,
black names Of the sleek animals. With
the loose reins falling from his nerveless
grasp, the coachman slumbered on his
seat. The road was long and lonely, and
dusty, and no sound of human life greet
ed the expectant ear. No sound, save
the waving OF tree.tops in the forest, the
heavy tramp Of the horses feet, and the
rolling, rumbling noise of the carriage
wheels. Occasionally, however, when
the wearied animals loitered by the way,
or deviated from the main route, by an
adventurous detour, thereby causing dis
comfort to the inmates of the vehicle, the
worthy functionary on the box became
exceedingly irate. He seemed to con-
slider such occasions as presenting pc.
ouliarly felicitous opportunity of break
ing the monotonous silence, serving, at
the same time, the admirable purpose of
proving to the world at large and those
more partic llarly concerned, that what
ever might be the somniferous influence
of this drowsy weather on others, it
could not affect his wide-awake faculties
in the slightest measure. When too far
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quently, to administer hearty and we'll
timed reprimand to the offending beasts,
he contented himself and his sleepy
conscience with milder manifestation
of stoicism-merely giving them le-
thargic hall. .muttered word OF encou-
ragement. The inmates of the travelling
carriage consisted of lady, an elderly
gentleman and beautiful italian grey
hound, the latter coiled up snugly on the
front seat, amongst oloaks, shawls, walls,
gloves, travelling baskets, sachels, furs,
and other useful articles not necessary to
mention. The lady was young and fair,
with finely chiseled features, small white
hands, eyes bluer than an evening sky in
Tuscany, and graceful, rounded figure,
whose slender proportions were well set
off by the dark brown, closely fitting
travelling habit. On her head she wore
jaunty straw hat. which softly shaded
the delicate brow, while unde, meath, the
sunny curls peeped forth, falling down
on the snowy neck.
Silence reigned within the vehicle, rs
without, but suddenly there came q jolt
harder than usual, which violently pre-
cipitated the lady's head from its com.
Portable position on her companions s
shoulder, upon the sleeping dog, who,
from his airy throne of shawls, cloaks
and other domestic fabrics, was innocent
y dreaming Of innumerabie bones to be
picked; of happy country where there
would be no omniverous insects to prey
on haplesa dog flesh, and of merry gam.
bols on the smooth garden walk. Being
unexpectedly and cruelty interrupted in
this pleasurable occupation, Marco ex-
pressed his indignation and unbounded
disapproval of the same by shrill shrieks
and yelps, which we're not precisely
modulated by the most approved rules
Of harmony, and consequently could not
afford unalloyed qualification to an acute
musical ear. Marco squeaked, the gen.
tleman laughed, and the lady, with sooth-
ing words and soft caresses, sc. herself
resolutely to work to stop the cries Of
., her ill-used pet.
"Poor little Marco" she said. COM