The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-03-06

"Here, said Cornalia, tossing the bun
die out to her. "It's about az much as
you can we'll manage. fancy. Just give
it to your mother, che will nnderstend;''
and the carriage rolled on. q
This display of Cornelia's creative
genius, and her expertness in the accom-
plishmens of impromptu narrative, made
Juliet's face almost as red with shame as
the incorrigible Maggie's was with exer-
else and loud vocalizing. She inwardly
recoiled from her companion, but when
she remembered the false character she
had been acting for so many months,
conscience convicted her of being no
nobler, no less blameable, no less guilty,
than the unprinoipled girl at her side.
She determined there and then, to take
the first opportunity of making o clean
breast to her father. Karl surely would
come, very soon, for "the breezes were
already wooing among the blossoms and
the spring birds calling from grooming
brao and bower;" but if Karl did not
come-yea, in two weeks, then she would
tell her father all, everything though
he slay me in his wrath, thought Juliet.
Eugenia was walking up the road, in
the direction of Mr.. Clayburn's house,
with an open letter in her hand. She
glanced up from the writing, and seeing
the girls, signaled to the driver to stop.
Elm just on my way to see you girls, I"
she said. s'Mother said. rs the night
would be bright. I might walk over to
tea, and she would send one of the boys
for me at bed time"
"We will be delighted to have you"
said Juliet. Jump in, Eugenia."
81 hope you will excuse me, if I con-
tinue to read my letter." remarked Eu-
genia. settling herself comfortably beside
Mr.. Clayburn. "The truth is, it is from
my cousin Theodore Lyle, and as I've
not heard from him in an age before, I
cannot control my impatience to see what
he has to say for himself"
"Where is he now?" asked Mr.. Clay.
burn, ''and why doesn't he come back to
his own country, like a sensible man, and
go to work?"
"Who works, unless from necessity p"
said Eugenia, laughing. Theodore is
so we'll off he can afford to be idle. I
wish could"
Cornelia picked up the envelope from
Eugenia's lap.
''Mr. Lyle is in Par;s?" she intorro-
gated.
eyes, and he says he is having splea-
did time. His great friend, Rudolph's s
uncle, is there-they have rooms together
at the Faubourg ST. Honore, and they lead
such gay, pleasant life."
''Such dissipated one, you mean,"
remarked Mr.. Clayburn.
1--WE would call it SO here, suppose, {"
said Engenia, "but Orkney is SO out of
the world, we lose even the right names
for things"
els that Professor Won Oppenheim,
Juliet?" asked her father.
"The same," replied Cornelia cru
dolph writes he's in Paris, attending to
some business for his brother Herr Franz
Won Oppenheim, but it seems to me it is
high time he was coming back to his own
business ut the university"
"He expected to leave Paris in a few
days, for America, when Theodore wrote, 2"
said Eugenia, ''and Theodore bewails it
so bitterly, he says he's going to leave
Paris himself and return to Heidelberg. &"
cit is perfectly ridiculous, how those
two men carry on about each other, said
Cornelia.
1t was such balmy afternoon, the
party fingered on the piazza. All but
Juliet, who ran into her mothers room,
fell at her knees, and at first was only
able to sob forth her Joy in inarticulate
murmurs.
"What is it, darling?"
"Oh mother! am so happy. Karl is
coming-he is certainly on the way"
Il "Irejoicein your happiness, my child. "
'Has Juliet told you the good news?"
asked Cornelia, entering.
"She is not gifted with fuency of
speech, at present, answered Mrs. Clay
burn, smiling. "You will have to ex-
plain, Cornelia."
Cornelia did 80.
''Do you think it will be worth my
while to write again?" inquired Juliet.
Il think not, )" said her mother, "unless
you write him at Ashburn."
''It would be perfectly useless" said
Cornelia, "a mere waste Of time and
paper. for he will certainly como here
before he goes to Ashburn, but if
you think otherwise, and desire to
write, I'll take the letter with me,
day after tomorrow. You know
must start home then, according to
fathers peremptory orders, but I will
break the long journey by stopping over
at aunt's for a few days"
"Then l willcertainly write, answered
Juliet, "for fear some of my letters to
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