The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-04-02
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oRESNJE1Y,
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FORTUNES OF JULIET CLAYBURN.
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"Yon'Fe notso hungry" said Mr.. Lyle,
cor you couldI spout Shakspeare-it
takes q full man orr woman to do that.
Cousin, mine, you are too obstreperous.
Will you please keep the peace for
space md give Miss Clayburn and my
self chance? We were talking about
about-whst were We talking about, Miss
Clayburn?" ~ 3
'Ashburn reminiscenc ces?" hesitatingly
suggested the lady, with manifest symp-
toms OF embarrassin
Eyes Ito be sure. Well, apropos to
Ashbnrn "Reminiscences, T find your
school friend, Miss Cofnelia Thurlow,
has been converted into Mrs. James Ray
mond. I'm not surprised, of COURSE
the capacity for such a perception has
been knocked ont of me long ago, by
the odd freaks, vagaries and whims of
human development. I say I'm not sur
prised--nothing could surprise me, I
think, unless should meet with rich
scribbler, q poor cof,,n,issaire- traveller
who only narrates what he saw and what
he didn't see, during his travels doc
tor who makes themistake of curing in
stead of killing hia patients-an artist or
is only mendaoious when he's obliged to
be 80. for his own interest-and some
other things, perhaps. Ahl yes, wo-
man, in this enlightened age, who doesn't
Airt. But where is the thread of dis
course? What am talking about?"
ut would be difficult to saw" replied
Miss Rawleigh, in a die-away tone; ST
think you are mixing up doctors, law
.yers, musicians, artists, women, an ex-
traordinary confusion of words, and
Cornelia Raymond into a promiscuous
tumble of nothing
"Mrs. Raymond" continued the gen.
tleman, not oondescending to take any
note of this brilliant sally. "a resun,er,
was going to say. she was the last
woman in existence should ever have
selected as the spouse Of Parson James,
as we used to call him when a boy-and
in sooth, the last I should have expected
Parson James to select for himself. Fine
looking woman she is-deucedly clever,
immense dash, and all that, but too
much brusqueJie for Southern notions of
female refinement and delicacy. Upon
my honor. I don't see how two people,
30 dissirnilar in every respect, ever
managed to yoke together, and now that
they arc yoked irrevocably, how they
ever manage to pull in harness. From
my own knowledge of their characters,
there never was greater want of con-
geniality between two people, and I'm
told she has matured into q thorough
woman of the world, perfect devotee
at the shrine of fashion. One thing is
indisputnble- Raymond issadly changed.
I passed him on the street, one day, in
town. and the thought rushed through
my mind. what poor devil of q wretch
is that?' With Horace, exclaimed,
There goes madman or bard. 5
Guess my surprise. when the indivi-
dual hailed me as an acquaintance, a
friend of other days. Miss Clayburn, 1
trust you'll not consider the question i'm
pertinent, but do you keep up your
school intimacy with Mrs. Raymond?"
''No," was the laconic reply. II do
not"
II fancied so-somehow," replied the
gentleman.
Miss Clayburn raised penetrating
glance to his face, but being able to de-
tect no hing more than his words con-
veyed. she proceeded to say
II seldom see Cornelia now; and we
only meet casually. If it we're not for
aunt, believe we would have ceased, ere
this. to be even bowipg acquaintauces "
"She is very unhappy" observed Eu-
genia; with all her gayety and frivolity
and fashion, that is patent to any OBJ.
server OF moderate ability. If Cornelia
had heart-but, of course, these world
lings rid themselves of that unnecessary
appendage in the curly stnges of their
career-I should say she was miserable
from its sterility. AS she has none, and
it would be manifestly absurd to attach
blame to purely fabulous creation, I am
at q loss to detiue her malady. I pity
\them-pity them both. for the fact il
aiotorions that their copjugal relationship
isY CALLING chuin."
7 pity Raymond" remarked Mr..
Lyle, ''but as for his wife, it would be
wholeale waste of commiseraiion to
give it y, her. could perceive none OF
those sikps of which yon speak She
seems to By the gayest of the gay-the
most brilliant in galaxy of brilliant
stars WHAT'S your opinion, Miss Clay
burn? Il Mrs, Raymond heartless? ]
never thought ST. at Ashburn."
"She certainly has heart" said Miss
Clayburn, land think, although q per.
verse, a naturally esnerous and affec.
tionate one But her lemper is irritable,
willfnl and capricious, aud she has never
had that firm and judicious trimming
which such u temper required. From
her earliest yeara ahe hoa h,ox, ;rd,Jc,J