The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-03-04

Franz ID o lazy mani He's not like che
rest of the Won Oppenheims; ('conoeited
little puppyp interposed Cornelia, at
this stage in the letterJ the very last one
to be at the head of the family. If it
were not for Uncle Karl don't know
what he would do now. 1t is kind and
unselfsh, just like him. to sacrifice his
terest. But don't understand why he
does not write to you. He's very busy,
no doubt: but that wouldn't prevent him
from writing to you.. I believe he has
written. Grandmother says perhaps
Mrs. Winters is not reliable person
she may withhold his letters"
''lt is impossiblel' exclaimed Juliet !;
'but nevertheless. I'll go there as soon
as we get back to Orkney, and see if I
can discover anything like guilt"
81 would advise you to do so, by all
means" said Cornelia; ssif she's not
playing you trick, then I'm very much
mistaken"
1t was late in May and Mr.. Clayburn's
family were to leave the city in weeks
time. Mrs. Clayburn was pining for
Orkney and the Orkney waters. The
weather was getting unpleasantly warm,
too, in the city for an invalid. One
morning after breakfast, when the two
girls were sitting up stairs in Juliet's
boudoir, Mr.. Clayburn came in at the
front door, and walking to the foot of
the stairs, called his daughter Juliet
jumped up from the lounge, where she
was lying, to obey the summons.
Heres letter, Juliet" called Mr..
Clayburn.
''It might be from Karl" said Juliet,
in trepidation; 'please, Cornelia, run
and bring it for me. I feel sick and
faint"
"Are you, Juliet?" said Mr.. Clayburn,
laughingly withdrawing the letter, for
which she held out her hand.
"Not exactly. But Juliet is in her
robe de chambre, and commissioned me
to come for it."
cit is from Ashburn-Rudolph'
school-boy scrawl," remarked Cornelia,
as she handed the letter to Juliet.
Signing heavily, Juliet broke the seal.
An enclosed letter fell to the floor She
snatchcd at It eagerly, u flush OF Joy
overspread her features.
''lt IS my own, own Karl" she said,
pressing the letter passionately to her
heart and lips. A fearful paleness, like
the pallor of death, came over Cornelias
face, but her companion did not notice
1t, she was too much agitated herself to
OooOA'O oS0AeooAo1 Al OUuCTS. w lUu
trembling hand, she broke the seal and
began reading. AS she finished the first
page, Cornelia, who was watching ker
intently, saw her glance upward at the
date.
Gracious Heaven" said Juliet, "this
letter has been written ever since Karl
was at Vienna, in December"
"December!" calculated Cornelia, and
the color flowed back into her face.
''It is the sweetest letterl' said Juliet,
when She had finished the perusal; "the
very sweetest that ever was written Oh,
Karl! Karl! how I love you!" and she
blushed at her. own words
"Well, what does he say so sweet?"
Intercepted Cornelia. "You ought to
tell me. showed you mine, when James
was away"
"Listen, then, while I read," said
Juliet. So she read aloud Karl's de-
scription of gay life in brilliant Vienna,
that luxurious, pleasure loving capital,
whose inhabitants make enjoyment the
sole business of life. There was an ac-
count of attending service at the mag
nificent Cathedral of st. Stephens, how
he wished for Julie to hear the grand
music; how he wished for her when he
drove or promenaded in the beautiful
AoSSh Nho eeooihS "bCA AS "SuG Will
Gretchen Koenig to the Royal Belvidere
Picture Gallery.
Gretchen is exquisitely beautiful, -
wrote Karl; "there is but one woman in
the world more captivating in appear
ance, and will not mention her name,
out of pure spite, because I'm not near
enough to see her lovely bushes. But
my Julie knows. X Yesterday.
drove Gretchen ont to the summer
palace at Schoenbrunn, about three miles
from the city, and the young lady was
gracious enough to protest she had never
had more charming ride in all her life.
| could not truthfully say the same, with
Julie and Ashburn tugging at my me-
mory, but it was necessary to utter one
of those conventionalities required by
etiqnette-so Julie will forgive the fib.''
SRI VOW" said Cornelia, uncerimo-
niously interrnpting the reader, "if
james we're to write me so much stuff,
such high praise of another woman, I
would die Of jealonsly. How can you
stand it, Juliet? Are You not jealous?"
sJealous Of (4retchen KOenio2n mol, al