The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-02-05

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FORTUNES OF JULIET CLAYBURN.
A Tale OF the Palmetto state.

FORTUNES OF JULIET CLAYBURN.
A Tale OF the Palmetto State.
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Mrs. Richard came up to the bedside.
DO the flowers cheer you, Juliet?"
Every much, cousin. It was 80 kind
ia You to bring them to me. I thank
you" s,1
Don't thank me. +" said Mrs Richard,
"yen mnst thank Karl. He is very at
tentive-he gathers them for you every
day."
but / thought Mr. Won Oppenheim would
and Juliet turned her face from her
cousin and played with sprig of hello
trops, t.nkh:aass - hide iss-s her emotion.
mo, not yet" replied Mrs. Richard
''he goes in the morning. He hasn't
been at all we'll for few days, and has
been lying over to recuperate. I am
sorry for him, Juliet"
"Why are you sorry?" asked the sick
girl, with her hand pressed on her beat
ing heart, underneath the cover. els
Mr.. Won Oppenheim really sick? if so,
you should make him remain here until
he is well. could easily spare some of
the good nursing lavished on my un-
worthy self"
.'His disease is incurable," answered
Mrs. Richard, che is love-sick, Juliet
Do you remember Richards words in
the drawing-room? I believe they are
true. I have noticed his anxiety about
you, his restlessness, his eagerness, when
your name is mentioned"
''All this is the whispering of your
own imagination" said Juliet, trying to
laugh and to appear Indifferent. "You
waste your pity on Mr.. Won Oppenheim.
I am sure he does not wish it nor need it. "
'tAnd I am sure he does" declared
Mrs. Richard "He loves hopelessly and
pity him. You are an ungrateful being,
my pretty coz. You throw hearts away
as if they were mere toys of an hour;
but in this case it is most fortunate that
you do not reciprocate mis- affection. 1t
could only make you miserable, as we'll
as Karl, for Richard says your father
would never hear to the match"
Juliet began to cough-one of those
wretched spells which shook her whole
frame and left her painting and exhausted.
Mrs. Richard ran to the table for the
cough syrup, reproaching herself in un-
sparing terms for making Juliet talk.
When the convulsion was over, the in
valid fell into soothing sleep, with
some of Karls sweet heliotrope pressed
to her heart.
His arms were folded on the table in front
The room door opened and Mrs. Thur
low entered. She had just come down
from the sick room and Karl knew it
he could always tell, it seemed to him,
when any one had breathed the same air
with his Julie.
Chow is our patient?" he inquired, as
suminc as much nonchalance as the case
permitted.
Something better this evening, I
hope" replied Mrs. Thurlow; s'but such
frightful cold and coughl I cannot
imagine how she ever got it. The Babbitt
ball has turned out sad thing for her,
and the dear child looked forward to it
with so much enthusiasm. I hardly
think that any enjoyment she could have
had therellsufficiently compensated for
her sufferings since"
Mrs. Thurlow's listener silently, yet
not the less decidedly, acquiesced in this
opinion. The lady continued
"I rejoice now, that did not write
for b-other Joseph, as I contemplated
doing in the first panic. It would have
alarmed him dreadfully, and there is no
calculating the harm it might have done
her mother. The doctor says she is GER
tainly improving, and he does not now
apprehend q protracted spell, which al
first, from the violent symptoms of pneu.
monia, he seriously feared"
Mrs. Thurlow stepped back from the
fireplace, and, as the light played full or
Karl's face, sue seemed struck with it,
appearance.
"You are not looking well, yourself
KARL" she said. ''For peace sake, dc
not give us another patient What il
the matter, my son?"
TO BE CONTINUED.