The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-01-14

never get to playing to-day."a'
al AL ann rather prolix on that subject
eA!sield Mr. Won Oppenheim rose. re-.
iuctantly from the sofa, and seated him.
seif nt the card table. ~ ~ H3ea
g'tsyS are ready, Corneiis,". ha Fsf6asfk
ssus ps viii have to be game Of three.
handed euchre." air9s
89E Cornelia demurred, when it came
e: tne pinnh, Her father was o strict
cpnrchmsp, Perhaps she had better
80 80 Piay--her father might find it ont
and be displeased.n l.q1s .1,T - :"
n 9atI you, turned sanctimonious.
.oos Iiexclalpaed Mr.. Won Oppenheim, in
q a,sn,,,,nsemptuons ytone.l "Incredible! I
sssi.aook myself to be afflicted the next
oae. os .!&sfe's q aua field for the exercise
taE9 my conyersionP''. nv. ..--I7I-..,
! You are not an infadel, hone. {" said
oanets ~ g. low, trembling tone. ~.
anAdelI God fofbidi But see no
herm IN innoc0nt amusements."
RSkeltieal =, Whispered Cornelie across
tne room-the word, though not intend
ea for she professors ears, reached them.
11sssysfsne eiess. He shook his head Of
Oesaeliasii LI,sd5fi EjI8H7T'' =
.That is pestiient heresy, Miss juliet
DO not believe her." and then, his lin
slightly Surlingshe Asked =, =
shoald Hike to know, Oornelia; who
m the greatest skeptic, you or myself.
Ihere is nothing under heaven or earth
which escapes your rnockery and deri-
sion. II there is anything sacred from
your rldicule, IEhave never discovered it
yet" ,i..091G3 ~"N.I~ 80 : "'.''' ,o>' - ~
''You are unjust" returned Cornelia,
IN o somewhat penitential voice; ssI am
not 60 ohad IA you represensU
i"Uncle Karl. pleaded Rudolph, 'if
you are going to play with me, please do
IT. j am SO tired waiting. I might
nave read ever SO many pages in my
swell, Rudolph, since these young
ladies' deny us the felicity of their help
ana countenance in our 1audable efforts
at diyersion, I will cen play few games
OF cribbage with you, at ten cents per
game; that is high enough for your for
ToEJuliet's Infinite horror, Rudolph
drew forth the little red pocket-book, so
familiar to her sight, and 80 intimately
connected with her memory of their
walk and conversation together, the first
day of its sargival He opened it, and
proceeded to draw forth some silver.
ME- Won Oppenheim was industriously
searching in his various pockets.
~ haven't my spocket-book, Rudolph
not . cent of money about me. What s
to be done, my little man?"
I'll lend you some." said Rudolph,
,"Of course you WILL" laughed Mr..
Won Oppenheim; ''and will be moderate
enough only to charge compound inte-
rest. 1 know you. you consummate little
Insurer. At the rate you go on. you will
soon reduce your grandmother, and
myself too, to bankruptcy. However,
count me out little for present demands.
Since it is nay fate to be fleeced, I'll sub
nit gracefully"
Juliet could endure this scene no
longer. There was her dear Rudolph,
looking 30 like an innocent cherub, with
his pale little face and fair flowing hair
there he was, seated at the card-table,
actually gambling on the blessed Sab.
bath dayl It should not be so, if she
could help it, She would teach him the
wickedness of engaging, in such trivial,
unholy pursuits. She left her seat and
glided up to Rudolph, put her arm
around his neck, and whispered some
thing in his ear. ~
"Yas. " said Rudolph. in an abstracted
way; "Il come presently"
"But now, Rudolph-this very mo.
ment. Please come, dear Rudolph"
p"1eIes; but don't you. see Tn play.
ing,s Juliet. IF you distract Exay aften.
ton, Unole Karl will win all my money. y
Uncle Karl did not appear to be giving
much OF his attention to the game. He
was looking intently OF Juliet. She
turned h,r head aside, to avoid the
penetrating glance. which looked as if he
| wlRhad IN T.
stantly divlning her motives, he resisted
the temptation to tease her, which, we
fear, he would not have resisted in. Cor.
nelia's case, and put an end to her dis.
tress by throwing up his cards, telling
Rudolph ''to gn with her, for he did mol
feel in humor to play anyhow" Juliet
felt exactly as if she had recovered Ru.
doiph from a lions deE, and conducted
| him In triumph to her sofa. However,
she stopped long enough at the table to
utter very sweetly modulated ''thank
you" to MIR. Won Oppenheim. "He is
obhging." she thought; while Mr.. Won
Oppenheim himself was thinking that
the eloquent "thank You" was by no
means i'll remuneration for the lost
game. Cornelia had resumed her novel.
and, at this stage of affairs, began to
read aloud for the benefit Of all present.
"Do cease that Pathological twaddle,
Cornelia," interrupted Mr.. Won Open
helm, in his usual straightforward man
ner; "it Is disgusting; and if you will
allow me to give you small piece OF
friendly advice, I beg ycu to go up stairs
and diarobe yourself OF that 0utre morn.
ing gown. 1t is absolutely hideous. ]
never saw anything which 80 discorded
with my perception of the fitness OF
Things. You would better use expedi-
ton, too, for it is nearly time for dinner
to be served"
This was certainly not the chivalrous
language OF a OuiYoke Wbotanar ~.