The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-01-16

is not on my own account, that I
am silent. Juliet; for think you worthy
OF oil confidence" replied tho gentle
mar; but perhnp it might be better for
tne pres ent--in short, more prudent, not
to scesl, cf it."
Perhaps SHE might object to nv
knowing it, suggested Juliet.
~ That is it, exactly" acquiesced Mr..
Won Oppenheim. I'm afraid she might
put will get her consent and tell YOU
al about it. when come over for your
birthday party. 1t is hardly necessary
70 assure you, feel highly honored that
you DISPLAY 80 kindly an interest in a
matter 30 personal.
but hope you will not think me
Prying-I did not mean it."
On' no-no-I could not. It would
De tx too palpably unjust"
!nere was long. unbroken silence,
Wpieh; had begun to be embarrassing,
wen Mr. Won Oppenheim stopped and
ploked up Juiet's slate and algebra from
the ground, where they had been wing.
an during this interview.
Had these anything to do with those
tears?" he inquired.
Everything" she replied, the atmos-
pnere becoming moist again. .I will
,eii you all about it, Mr.. Won Open
nelm. 1t is wrong, perhaps, but hate
atgeora. / loathe the sight of it, for I
nave nave not the least talent for mathema-
lacs: Now, do you see the use, or the
WISDOM, of my father persisting in MAX
ing me study it, when could devote my
Ime TO something more congenial? For
instance, would like extremely to learn
4erman, 1T is such favorable opportu-
hlty, when there are so many in the
mouse who speak it. and I would have
abundance OF time, were not this horrid
algebra in the way. Aunt says SO, and
Maaemolsele too. This morning, I made
a,ial!ure in recitation, and it has discou-
ragged me dreadfully."
"But you should not be discouraged
from one failure-it is too slight n cause
we must all fail sometimes
,"You, MIR. Won Oppenheim, you, who
are so wise and so accomplished, do you
ever fail at anything?" and the soft eyes
were hxed on his, as intently as if life
and death depended on the answer.
Ho often fail. Juliet" he replied, "time
Mter time, unnumbered times, success
only Coming after continued and labori-
gus effort. 1 am not gifted to any extra
orolnary degree in the genius of pa
alence, myself. so cannot quite becom-
llgiy preach 1t to you, but will tell you
what have learnt, through experience
Gnd observation: To achieve distinction
IN anythlng-science, literature or arts,
let it be what you will-even in the com
monest affairs of life, nothing can be
effected without courage, perseverance,
energy of purpose and patience. They
IRE indispensable. The only true ele-
ipents OF success. You have heard the
iavorlte maxim of Erasmus 'Festina
ienfe" hasten slowly-so do not be dis.
couraged about your algebra. Cultivate
these qualities. and I will yet see you
diving successfully into tho most abstruse
problems in the science of figures
You never will, said his companion,
ruefully. 81 am sure of it. AS long as
| live, the sight of an algebra will always
have power to bring tears to my eyes.
But L have not yet told you the worst of
my trouble" and again the tears began
to flow. 'Mademoiselle, you know,
writes monthly report to my father,
concerning my progress and improve
ment-of course, she had to mention my
saackwardness in algebra, il was nothing
but fair and right, and L do not feel un-
Kindly toward her about it, but it has
made me very unhappy. Father has Just
written to me, that must remain here
I'LL the summer, and endeavor by hard
itudy to atone for deficiency in this re-
spect OF course, mother and himself
will come to see me, which will make me
truly happy, but it will not be the same
as spending two months with them at
dear old Orkney"
4, This piece OF information electrified
the young professors heart with n secret
thrill of happiness. He must turn away
his radiant face from her; but would she
not hear the quickened pulsations of his
heart?
"I truly grieve for your disappoint-
ment, said this consummate hypocrite;
"but remember, Juliet, no circumstances
are SO desperate that Providence may
hot relieve. The summer will pass away
pleasantly for you, / have no doubt.
Will you not accept me for your tutor in
German, and let me smooth your way in
your algebraic difficulties?"
: Juliet made no reply; her heart was
swelling at the remembrance of Profes-
sor Won Oppenheim's words before he
over saw her. OF course, these offerings
Of service were only sacrifices made to
Ipoliteness. 1t would be delightful to
have 80 kind Il teachcr-she was sure of
that; but then she could not compromise
her dignity by accepting such offers after
his disrespectful words.
"Will you?" again asked Mr. Won OPP
penheim, turning to her in surprise
she blushed and avertel her heud.
f, I 81 cannot-I do not think / ought
otter what you said about my being IL
bother and all that"
Bother! Who told You said you
we're 'bother?'"
No reply.
cit is false. [ never said that, nor
any other disrespectful word about you
in my life, except that I told Rudolph
you were proud and bit stuck up, per