The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-04-12
F oTESNJEY.
OR THE
FORTUNES OF, JULIET CLAYBURN,

FORTUNES OFsJULIET CLAYBURN.
o6NTMUED.
"By the way! Theodore, did you ever
see Gretchen Koanig?"
"Oh, yes. frequently, Asfara as looks
go, she is we'll nigh faultless. Graceful
as Hebe,s slender as Diana, delicate as
GaDymedesl and beautiful as sAproditus--
and withal. Z Timay5 add, as arbitrary,
jealous, and as fond &C power as Juno,
queen of godsnnd m. 1. ust the woman
to captivate q man Of Won Oppenheim's
temperament There is something sin
gular about the whole affair. When
they first met he seemed to struggle
against the attachment, and, to every
body's surprise, appeared rather indiffe-
rent to her charms, paying her very little
changed, ond at last he became the
verie>t slave, loving her as one of his
impassioned character would be expected
TO love. Without meaning the slightest
disrespect to. the sex, it is my firm and
deliberate conviction that it was an ac-
cursed day for him when he first set his
glance upon her. I did not know the
full extent of the mischief until went
to Paris to see him, sometime after his
sisters wedding. drove to his quarters
on the Fdubourg ST. Honore, but found
him absent; go, refreshing myself after
the journey, I ,strolled through the
city. thinkiDg.to meet him at some of
our old heunts. We encountered each
other on the Boulevard des Naliens,
where, with Koenig, he had been to
dine at the Maison Doree He saw and,
as fancied, recognized me, but to my
infinite astonishment, turned aside to
avoid the meeting. was mystified and
bewildered, for could not imagine
what motives could induce such conduct.
After meditating moment, concluded
to follow him. L did 30, accosted him,
received as usual hearty welcome and,
with the license of intimate friendship,
demanded an explanation. We were
Always candid in our intercourse. TO
spesk truth, Thed.' he said, in q mourn
!ui tone, i am the most miserable dog
in existence. feel an instinotiye desire
to fly from all who aare for me, and to
hide myself and my wretchedness in
some dark hole where mono can see il. I
would thank you to rid me- OF M.is maas
OF evils called-life.'
"Why, Won Oppenheiln," said, more
affected than had ever been in my life,
''what, III heavens name, is tho natterP''
1T is q long story" he replied; II
will tell,y some other time, when I'm
better equal to IT."
.'some'love sorape2" I could not re-
frain from asking. ''Take it easy. man
we all have to be kicked about, more or
less, and besides, mans education is
not complete, until he has had tho whole
some discipline of a disappointment in
love. Frisch ayf! You'll get over it in
time, like ever, thing else"
II will never get over this" he an
nru 40 x,.n ell
to my dying day"
$50 it is an affair of the heart?" I per-
sisted, suspecting all the time that Gret-
chen had caused the mischief.
He replied, with fierce bitterness
"a woman is at the bottom of it, of
course-they're at the bottom of all
deviltry. wish from my soul the fe-
male race had begun ard ended with
Eve. I wish the devil had eaten her,
instead of tempting her to eat the
apple"
.'Ynn may conceive how unnatural NIL
this sounded, coming from one who was
formerly inspired with such alteration
for the sex"
"Did this intervi.w take place before
his last trip to Amsricn?" asked Juliet,
with downcast eyes.
"Yes-some tine before. He was there
ostensibly on business for Franz, but 1
could not fail to see it was mere pre-
text, and the lovely Gretchen the true
attraction"
.'Well. did hs never confide the parti-
culars of the story to your"
mo. was there with him for months,
but he explained to me that he could not
give me his confidence without involving
matters concerning others, of which he
had no right to speak. But after few
weeks, no explanation was needed-a
man of ordinary vision could see how
things stood. suspect she had encou-
ragged and then rejected him-a very
venial offence, Of course. I need to nc
company him occasionally on his frequent
visits to the ]nnguishing SuItunu-aud
sitting beside the beautiful sorceress.
with her dark eyes, which looked like
slnmbering volcanoes, seeiog tho polish
ed grace Of her manners, hearing the
seductive witchery of her voice. conId
no longer wonder at the spell she had
cast over him. One night, lie returned
from visiting her, in great ngitation; told
me Paris had become intolernble to him,
and he was determined to return to his
adopted country; there, to resume his
old life of II scholar. and in the calm and