The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-04-29

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FORTUNES OF JULIET CLAYBURN.
CHAPTER XII:-C -CoRNR11A RAYMOND NEE
THURIow. f'"t
All these are nothing-life is nothing now.
II u ii T Winthrop Mact,oorth Praed.
Karl Won Oppenheim had travelled al
most half q days journey, without arous-
ing from the deep revery which seemed
to possess him. Finally, when the train
stopped at the dinner.house, he arose
and walked ont on the platform. Among
the crowd collected around the platform,
Was gentleman sauntering leisurely up
and down, carelessly inspecting the pas
sengers. Els eye fell on Karl and there
was mutual recognition. On what a
slender thread hangs destiny! The acci-
dental meeting of these two men on the
railway car, changed the whole tenor of
the lives of three persons colored all the
atter-events of their existence.
.sThere's fatality vh:oh shapes our ends,
Rough-hew'them as we may"
"Why, is that you, Thei ?" exclaimed
"None other, !" answered Thed., spring
ing up beside him and grasping his hand
warmly. T"But, where are you bound,
old fellow? I'm just waiting here for
the up.train, to convey me to Ashburn.
especially to see you. What has called
you away so suddenly?"
'Nothing in particular-only my W.
gabond inclinations."
"Too dnll--eh?'' suggested Theo-
dore.
"Oh! no-not at all. On the contrary,
it is perfect whirlpool of gayety at
present, and, like Gibbon, T eagerly 1y
from ''orowds without company, and dis
sipation without pleasure"
"But You must not talk so-must not
feel 80, Won Oppenheim," demonstrated
Theodore, feelingly; "bear up, like q
man, my dear fellow, under your aflio-
tion.. I can feel for you most deeply and
sincerely, for if Juliet should die, l.
but come, let US not forget our philoso-
ply, -
is humbug. It can only teach us what
it has taught its followers in oil ages,
that superior knowledge is but superior
Ignorance, and that all human love must
end in human misery"
"Woll, enough of philosophy for this
time. Come, you must return with me
to Ashburn, and we will live some of the
good old times over"
Nor would he listen to denial, put
ting aside all of Karls objections, rather
faltsripgly urged. perhaps. Who can
say? Probably Karl was glad, already,
for some pretext to return, where be
could, at least, behold the object of his
secret devotion. Their arrival at Ash
burn, in the afternoon, created quite q
sensation in Mrs. Thurlow's household.
But these were not the only arrivals
which occurred during the week. One
evening, Karl entered the room precipi-
lately, where his friend was making his
toilet.
"As events have turned out" he said,
X am more than sorry that I allowed
your pereuasions to overpower me the
other day. Here is Cornelia Raymond,
TO make me savage by her hated pre-
sence. I'd as lieve meet live gorilla.
Il cannot fancy why you dislike that
woman 80 much" answered his friend;
ior my part, think she has O wonder
AoA SSShoO VI AAbCoIuIucnC, lS excessively
witty and immensely clever"
"Her cleverness is more sernblance
than real substance" was the reply; mot
mind, but gasconade. She scatters the
seeds of discord wherever she goes, and
fairly vomits venom. In short, she has
the audacity of Satan himself"
''Well, she amuses me intensely" re-
marked Theodore, brushing his black
hair and laughing at Karl's earnest
ness.
It happened to be q gala night in the
house. Mrs. Thurlow was giving one of
her recherche entertainments to tho bride
and groom. When the two gentlemen
entered the brilliant rooms, they per-
ceived Mrs. Raymond dressed in her
usual snowy style, standing near the
door. She Immediately advanced, with
marvellous complacency, proffering her
white gloved hand. But Karl obstinate
~ refused to avail himself of the offered