The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-01-12

and the lights flashed on them from the
illuminated stores. It was Mr.. Won
ID dCppShhfim and Mademoiselie Schf5m.
6erg, and they were talking German.
Y'hey could not suspect her of ehves.
Eropplng, for the fact was patent to both
shat She hid not understand 'tlYe lan,pa-
ege in which their CONDENSATION was con
aucted; 80, for the sake Of projections,
she kept close on the heels OF the couple.
They ver6 .sos h d6h iIAteresfed' in each
other, they never once noticed her prox-
unity during the long walk. $50 much
1or love-" thought Juliet. cit makes
people blind. in more ways than one."
N.Y. Vcn' Cppenheim perceived her,
lnst as they reached Mrs, Thurlow's
gate; 1t had slammed, and he ran back to
open it for her.
why. where have you been,' Miss
CiaybGrn? Out alone, and SO latee"
mere was considerable surprise in his
ST remained at the seminary, after
school, TO pfaptice duet with Blanche
Rabbitt," she replied, "and did not
Know how late it, was."
s.Wpy did you not join us in the walk
back home? I went over. at grand
nother's reqaest, to bring Mademoiselle
to tea. We would have appreciated your
company, and fer my part, I am always
happy to be mule useful VIM
"Oh! no donbt of it," laughed Juliet,
gleefully, ''no doubt of it, should not
have been in the least de trop, suppose.
You must think me- a barbAriah, to be
ernei enongh to spoil such charming
walk
How pleasant these words sounded to
Mr.. Won Oppenheim! Could it be pos
sible? Had hhe stiff Miss Clayburn con-
descended to tease him? and actually
about her friend, Mademoiselle Schom-
berg? They, reached the steps, where
Madem oiselle, having walked on before,
was now waiting for them. Juliet met
her aunt in the hall, caught her round
the' waist and made the old lady Dance,
almost halfway, to the front door.
'.Do, Amt" she pleaded, when there
vas sufficient breath for the occasion,
"do, please teach me Germau?"
@''fou' outrageous GIRL" replied .,her
aunt, "to have the audacity TO proffer q
request, after nearly annihilating mew
do, Aunt-will you not?" Juliet
continued to implore.
,".Yon haven't time for it now-and.
besides. why are you in such q fever
| about German?"
''Oh, BECAUSE" returned Juliet, cit
would make Rudolph love me so much,
to be able to talk with him in what he
ceilS MS own language. It would be go
nice, and besides, my deplorable igno-
rance OF die DeMtsche Sprdche, made me
lose such treat, this evening. Mr.. Won
Oppenheim was making love to Made
moise4le all the way home from the semi
nary. Think how provoking! Icouldn't t
understand q word of it.
"You absurd child" said Mrs. Thur
low, laughing, "Karl's head is RI nning
on more important matters than love-"
II think, myself. love is momentous
subject" solemnly observed this sage of
seventeen; Sand if Mr.. Won Oppenheim
does not love Mademoisellc, then my
powers of discrimination Idre greatly at
fault. How could he help it, pray? Only
heart of adamant could resist such fas-
cinating charms. wish were n man,
would court her myself"
"a truce to your nonsense, Juliet
where is Karl?"
I'm the dra~ing-room, on his knees to
Mademoiselle, to be sure" and 80 say
ing, Miss Clayburn dashed up the stair
case, two steps at time. No doubt,
greatly to the edification of Mr.. Won Op-
penheim. who, standing in the dark
piazza, just outside the front door, had
heard and witnessed the whole proceed
ing. As Juliet disappeared from view,
at the head of the stairs, he turned and
walked into the drawing room, probably
thinking it unwise to delay any longer,
his devotional incense at Mademoisele' 8
shrine.
After tea, Juliet was left, rs usual, to
her lonely occupation of the dining
room. She studied for. q long time--for
several hours she thought--at any rate,
until shsA haa an .ihtolerable headache
and was almost ready to cry, rs bursts of
laughter and merriment reached her ear
from tho adrawing-room. Quito n diff
ferent scene presented itself in that
apartment, compared to the quiet din
ing-room., Mr.. Won Oppenheim had
turned soothsayer, and WAS telling the
lidies some marvellous events, which
they would witness in the future. The
inmates of the drawingroom were as
slredly enjoying themselves-from the
evidence given, that fact was incontro-
1ertible-all but Mr.. Won Oppenheim,
and he was unaccountably restless. Cor
nelia, with her usual penetration. OBJ
served this state of things.
! "What is the matter, Mr.. Won Open
hsim?" she inquired
Nothing; only I'm tired playing for
tune-teller, suppose We have n game of
whist?"
! The suggestion was readily adopted
| ''There is not enough Of us-not the
| requisite number" observed Cornelia
| j"Why, Rudolph, yon can play--can you
n4t?' asked Mademoiselle.
! fI cannot play WELL" said Rudolph.
! f'The fact is, remarked Mr.. Won Op-
panheim, "he plays so badly, he always
puts me in nperfect fidget. l hate play
Ing with people who do not understand
the rules of the game"
.Well, we must not give up the game, "
| sfAl Mademoiselle HWhara 10 Inliot Q