The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-03-04
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ORIENT 1EEY,
OR THE
FORTUNES OF JULIET CLAYBURN
CONTINUED.

CONTINUED.
eI called at the Won Oppenheims to
deliver the package You entrusted to my
care. Your friend, Mr.. Karl Won Op-
penheim, was absent in Vienna. His
sister had Just been married, and he
accompanied, the, Bridal party to that
city, hut is daily expected home. I saw
his mother and Madame Franz Won Op-
penheim. sweet little blonde, who re-
minds me somehow of Miss Juliet. left
my card. Your friend will call, presume
If not, when I return to this pleasant
city, few weeks hence, will again pay
my respects"
Sand here is what he says, in the last
letter." said Cornelia, opening another,
and pointing to the place:
II ana back again, you see, at my old
quarters, the Hotel de France, in Dres-
dem. Your friend, Herr Won Open
helm, las: they say here.) called this
morning, just as I wasstarting out for the
Royal picture gallery, to see Raffaelle's
the beautiful La Belle ,Jdrdiniere. Both
enchantingl Herr Won Oppenheim ac-
companied me, adding much to my en-
joyment, for he speaks English as if it
were his native language. In this land
of strange people and strange tongue,
his society has given me more pleasure
than any one whom I have met He
asked me many questions about your
self, Miss Juliet, and Charleston affairs
generally, displaying profound in
terest in everything relating to his
friends. I told him all the news which
occurred to me. He leaves for Paris
shortly, and thence back to America,
whore I hope to have the pleasure of
meeting him again. 1 extremely regret
his departure at present, for there is
such genuinely American, home. like
way about him, hoped we would have
an opportunit- of becoming we'll ac-
quainted.
"Perhaps Mr.. Raymond told Karl all
the rumors about Frank and myself" Z"
said Juliet, suddenly, ''and that is the
reason he does not write to me-"
Suppose he did tell him." replied
Cornelia. SIT could do no harm, for
there was your long letter explaining
everything"
"Of course-of course. He must un-
derstand Then why doesn't Karl write
to me?" and Juliet began to cry.
:'Juliet, you are really too silly" said
Cornelia; "I tell you he is coming. He
wishes to take you by surprise. There's
the door bell, now. and just as likely as
not, it is Karl himself"
Which words made Juliet's face flush
crimson and then turn pale. The bare
probability of such thing made her
heart paIpitate as if it would burst, and
the blood huttered and throbbed wildly
in her veins. A step was heard along the
corridor. It stopped at the door. There
wRs knock. Juliet fell into a chair
she: WAS too weak to stand.
'.kWho is 1t, Stephen?" che cried,
MinfsY. Cornelia repeated the question
Is thS servant. The answer came:
ThurlowiH
So the weary days passed on, each one
fresh martyrdom to the poor girl. She
lost her appetite; her spirits fuotuated
wildly between unnatural elation and
unnatural depression. She started at
every footstep-a strange voice about
the house would almost make her heart
cease it's beating-a ring at the door bell
would almost make her faint with the
intensity of her emotions. Who has
not felt this sickening sensation at the
heart? this torture of expectationP this
agony of suspense? Those who have
known the feeling. There rs no misery
like it. Those who know it not, let
them lift n grateful prayer to the benifi-
cent God above, who has spared them
the torments of n purgatory on earth
Rudolph wrote regularly to Juliet; but
Rudolph knew no more than Juliet her
self. According to his agreement with
her, he had never written to his uncle
since his own return to America, and
consequently only heard indirectly
through his father and mother Of Karl's
movements.
Mother says" so wrote Rudolph,
that Uncle Karl has been oDoe to Heide-
berg to see them. It was before Aunt
Nannerl's marriage. ewas in excellent
health and spirits, and perfectly rejoiced
at the prospect of an early return to
America. Father and mother thought
it very strange, as he professed to love
Germany so dearly; (but We know the
reason, JulieD mother had some idea OF
coming over with him, if father would
consent, as she asked him to write her
exactly when he would leave. After his
return from Vienna, he wrote to her his
departure was delayed. Uncle Franz
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