The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-03-09
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Juliet arose and went to. the fireplace,
leaning her. head Mearily against the
mantel-shelf. ,EI".R
"I am waiting for your decision,
Juliet, said he's sathetl H. - y -
''She will stay" said Mrs. Clayburn; !;
at'of course che will. Mr.. Won Oppenheim
canuot expect her 20 sacrifice everything. !"
sis this your answer. JulietP" asked
Mr.. Clayburn. "Does your mother ex-
press your decision?"
Il cannos sy up Kari" murnured
"Can you desert me, your father, the
author of your being? the mother who
bore you? the parents who have loved
you for years, for this stranger of few
months acquaintance"
"Father, why will you force the horri-
BILE alternative upon me? Be merciful-
make me happy, father-your child
your child who loves you so dearly. In
your hands is her happiness. Withdraw
your opposition to Karl. We love each
other. Let us marry. He will not take
me away-he will be loving son to you."
''No more of this" said Mr.. Clayburn,
pulling himself away from her. 81 have
spoken. What is your decision? Do
you break off the engagement or not?"
II cannot break my plighted word"
said Juliet.
"Then gor' exclaimed her father.
$50! and never darken my doors again
neverSoffend my sight by your presence.
Thus saying, Mr.. Clayburn started to
leave the room, but Juliet and her mo-
ther threw themselves simultaneously at
his feet, impeding his movements and
imploring him not to be 80 harah-not to
cast her adrift into the world. He
spurned them from him. aad poor Mrs.
Clayburn, overpowered with excitement,
fell heavily to the floor. Juliet essayed
to lift her up, but her father pushed her
away, pointed sternly to the door, and
picking up his senssless wife, placed her
tenderly on the couch. Juliet continued
with her mother all night. Her father,
too, was in the room most of tho night,
but never spoke to his daughter, nor by
any outward sign displayed his con-
sciousness Of her presence. Once, when
he came to the bedside, she said, timid-
ly, without raising her eyes:
Father. may stay in the house day
or two longer? l cannot leave my mo-
ther in this state"
cit is your own fault" he said, coldly,
without looking even in her direction,
and then, in cutting tone, "you are
such dutifuls loving daughter, you
ought by all means to remain at your
mothers side"
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On the third day, Mrs. Clayburn being
as strong as usual, Juliet left the house,
at her mothers instigation and advice.
"Your father will be certain to re-
lent, Juliet" she said, "when he sees
you are determined to pursue your own
course. He is only 80 harsh because he
hopes by that means to frighten you into
submission and obedience. Already he
is beginning to relent. Here is the purse
filed with money, which he placed in
my hands for you, saying with tears in
his eyes and choking voice, Give this
to the child, Mary, if she quits the
house she must not want My advice
to you is to go to Eugenia Rawleigh's
daughter. and remain there week or 80.
In the meantime, I am here to plead
your cause. will not let him rest until
he takes you back to his heart. He will
be certain to send for you. You are the
apple of his eye, and without you he can
not live."
In accordace with this advice, Juliet
acted First she went to the room in
which her father was locked up with his
melancholy thoughts. He had not
spoken word to her the whole three
days, but nevertheless she could not leave
the house without saying goodbye Mr..
Clayburn did not open the door until she
had knocked three times.
"Good bye, father" she said, through
her tears, holding opt her hand to him.
He took no notice of the hand, and
slammed the door in her face. But Juliet
opened it again, ran after him, threw her
arms around his neck and, kissing him,
sobbed, ''my darling papa"
The big drops fell from his eyes, He
turned toward the door.
my childl my precious child"
Alas! Juliet had quilted the room.
She was too far to hear. She was gone.
Hetty walked with her to the gate, with
alternate fits of crying and quarreling.
"Its rale shame, Missie, it is, to turn
you out'en your home because you lubs
Mass Harry and won't marry Mass Frank.