The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-01-25
ORKNEY.
OR THE
FORTUNES OF JULIET CLAYBURN.
3 Tnl.Eof the Palmetto State.

CHATTER XIV.-JULIET's B1RTH-pAY.
The 30th of November had come
Juliet Clayburn's birthday. The whole
establishment at Mrs. Thurlow's being
in q state of commotion and uproar
therefrom. All the young people in
Miss Clayburn's set were in flutter of
expectation and delight, for Mrs. Thur
lows parties were noted abroad for
charming models of social entertainment.
The young men thought about 'those
two fine young ladies in the house."
and decided it would, necessarily, be IA
tip-top affair."
At the breakfast table, Juliet's plate
was covered with presents, and the SER
wants, for want of room, had removed
some of them to side table Mr.. Clay
burn had sent his daughter check for
thousand dollars, which Cornelia vowed
he had given her in the summer.
IT would rather like spending my
vacations away from home," added Cor
nelia, eff I was rewarded for it in that
style. Let me see your ring q moment,
Juliet; I would like to observe whether
it will set of my hand as it does yours.
1 have always been possessed with an
inordinate desire for diamond ring"
II cannot take off my ring" said Ju-
iet, leaning over her fathers letter to
conceal her lamentable confusion. "I
promised the giver never to do so.''
"Well. your father and yourself are
very foolish. The ring will be ruined,
in few months, washing your hands in
j: constantly
NO" replied Juliet; "the setting is
waterproof"
This conversation occurred the day
before Juliet's birthday, when her
fathers letter, containing the check, had
arrived.
On the morning of the 3Oth, Professor
room before Juliet, and placed a purple
velvet prayer-book, clasped with gold,
on the table, among the collection of
presents. He had como over from the
university, the preceding day, for the
ostensible purpose of consulting some
rare old works in the Ashburn College
library.
"What an unexpected and opportune
ARRIVAL" exclaimed Cornelia. in her
greeting.
Decidedly" answered the young pro-
fessor, shaking hands with Juliet. '"Ru-
dolph has written me such marvellous
accounts Of the grand party which this
yolng lady is to have, I thought it
advisable to time my flying visit, so as
to enjoy the fun with the rest
Juliet entered the breakfast room, on
the morning in question, rosy and fresh,
with happy smile on her face. She
examined the presents, with much en-
joyment, uttering numerous and divers
ordinations of delight. There was n
chaste set of canoes from Mrs. Thurlow,
gold pencil from Cornelia, a rosewood
l,>h
numerous other things from school
friends, which had been smuggled into
the house without the knowledge of
Juliet.
II suppose this is Mademoiselle. said
the delighted girl, placing her hand on
the prayer book. Unsuspiciously, she
opened it and read the few words on the
fy-leaf. They were simple enough and
there was no apparent reason to those
who stood around, why the crimson
blood flowed in such torrent to her
face. Cornelia was fortunately looking
at the cameo set.
'What is the matter, Juliet?" asked
her aunt, taking the book from her
niece's hand and reading the inscription
Juliet Clayburn-a birth day gift from
her friend K. Won O." Thus Karl had
written, thinking the apparent friendship
would disarm suspicion.
What are you blushing about, Ju-
iet?" again asked her aunt, sternly,
looking first ut Juliet and then Mt Karl.
Professor Won Oppenheim was standing
at the CRATE, unconcernedly humming an
air from Rossini's Barbiere in Siviglia.
Rudolph was nearly frantic with dismay,
and Karl, glancing over to Juliet's Grim
son face and utter confusion, thought
the game was up for good.
"Answer me, Juliet" persisted Mrs.
Thurlow.
Don't you see what she is so confused
about?" exclaimed Rudolph. 1T is that
bouquet staring at her with Mr.. Rabbits
card, stuck on like sign-board."
SIS it possible, Juliet, you are just as
silly as ever about Harry Babbitt? What
you see SO irresistible about that boyish
Top, cannot conceive"
Unless" Cornelia added, laughing,
1T is his money and his fine horses.
have always had my doubts. heretofore,
whether you really cared for him, but
this is indubitable proof, strong as holy
writ