The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-01-11
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FORTUNES OF JULIET CLAYBURN.
CHAPTER Vt.-KAHh voN ofpENHEtA
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CHAPTER W.-KARh Won OffENHEtA1.. u
Several days after the arrival of Pro-
fessor Won Oppenheim's letter, Juliet
came home from her dancing lesson,
little after sunset, and leaving Rudolph
on the piazza, went into the library to
practice the new nazurka, Monsieur Dal-
vinski had introduced into class, that
very afternoon, It was fresh, ton her
mind. and she thought nothing could be
30 improving as to practice It. q little,
while such was the case. SO, hnmning
the air, she entered the library and closed
the door. That she went at the employ.
ment con anaore, cannot be doubted, for
she danced around the room, for fully
quarter of an hour, in perfect ignorance
Of the fact that there was another occu-
pant in it, beside herself. Standing at
one of the windows, almost concealed by
book case, was tall man, who, when
Juliet entered the room, was trying to
read book by tho dim, waning light.
Just as Juliet started out on her second
trial, Rudolph rushed into th& apart
ment, in frantic state of exoitenent.
"Uncle Karl has come, Julietl-U Uncle
Karl has come! Hurrah!'' he cried, at
the highest pitch of his voice.
"He hasF" exclaimed Juliet, stopping
in CONSERVATION at the unexpected news.
"He hasl" and then closing her Terpsi-
chorean performance by pirouete, exc
cuted in the middle of the room. she ad-
dressed Rudolph in these words: = -. : -
well, I can toll you what it is, Ru.
dolph, the announcement is precious un-
welcome tidings to me, and I'm immense
y sorry he didn't stay where he came
Sorry" reiterated Rudolph. ssorry!
Why, Juliet, am right truly glad. He
will make us all 80 happy, and when we
are good, every day, he will take us to
the candy-shop;" and transported with
ecstacy Mt this inspiring thought, Master
Rudolph rushed for the door, boisterous-
ly crying-"Where is Uncle Karll where
is hep" "''0' =
"Here I am, Rudolph" said a voice
proceeding from one Of the remote win
dows, and out walked Professor Won On
penheim!
A tall, foreign-looking man, with flow
ing hair, and eyes like Rudolph, this was
all Juliet could distinguish. Rudolph,
in his usual demonstrative fashion, ught
his uncle around the neck and never re.
leased him until he had been. kissed al
least half dozen times. Now, Juliet
had intended to make dignified retreat,
bnt when this edifying spectacle was
presented to her view. she stood still,
unconsciously, quietly inspecting uncle
and nephew. When the yonng professor
had sufficiently extricated himself from
hudolph's tenacious grasp, to allow Ii
berty OF motion, he bowed courteously
und said
This is Miss CIayburn, I suppose
"Yes, replied Miss Clayburn, in 6
honnhtu oI; ;o,hk -:
her head. "You conjecture rightly.
presume you are Professor Won Oppen
helm. I bid you good evening, SIR" "anG
Mt the conclusion of this speech, Mis-.
Clayburn swept proudly from the room
IAN out-and-out aristocrat; perfect
specimen OF purse-proud Southerner,
was the young professors Aattering CON,
ment, delivered to his nephew in tho
German language
mo, Uncle Karl, you are mistaken, ,
answered Rudolph, and then in an earn
9st, persuasive tone, "She is the sweet
II IIossa sIi in the world-the very sweetest
mnthon o nnf ~ "eA' N YOU and my father and
.'Are there no other exceptions9o in.
CURED his uncle. "How about von,
aunt Nannerl and your grand-mothsrS'
rove her better than T do them. and
tau oT1 er' part OF IL 10, she loves me.
700. Ihen lowering his voice, this IN.
conscious little mischief. maker proceed. j.
ca toSay--4f oanuUU tninR wny Won Ivu, rTvn
have taken such q dislike to each otha.N,
oeInoif9 ssys JhIiet thinks you are an.
ogre, .SraS bengst tiger, OK sone otii
animsib whose name cannot rarIss
She told me bese seslls s.. q
yop wore tlassl esiless IISa erSes5
snsess9ats se 4.s@st IA. . ~ SSSTS !
SD les ny pes i have no douft "
sEalns1e eogSssoFVon Oppenheim. "sbe
!: b sss naoss contemplate. disagreeabie
g However, she need not disturb
ner mind about me, as I shall certainly
not trouble myself on her account. ."
An entirely false, unmeaning declara.
lion, ny the way, for from that monent
Professor Won Oppenheim began TO snr.
H n1se and wonder what could make Miss
Olayburn imagine him conoeited and dis.
ugrseable, inst as Miss Olayburn was
in ha