The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-01-13
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FORTUNES OF JULIET gLAYBURH.

FORTUNES OF JULIET gLAyBURH.
Tale OF the FGlmctto Btsto.
CHAPTER Willow TO Pass A RAINY
SUNDAY. f ar
''There is no going to ohuroh-that
TACT is certain, for the rain pours in tor
rents and the streets Of Ashburn look
like rivers on small scale. ,uv,s tsla..
Thus cogitated Juliet, as she stood ous
on the front piazza, looking at the black
clouds, and Watching the big rain drops
wind blew q cold shower right into her
face 80 shivering, she WINS glad to beat
precipitous retreat into the house. Com
muning with herself how she should
ever manage to while away such dreary
day, in comfortable, agreeable manner,
she closed the front door and turning,
saw Mr.. Won Oppenheim standing st the
entrance of the drawing room. III
Come in and warm yourself, he said;
II have had fire built, the air is SO
damp and chilly. You must wet,
too, for T aaw you on the piazza."h Z
She willingly accepted the invitation,
and declared the room was the very pic
ture of comfort. The fire was blazing
brightly. sending genial rays of warmth
and light to every corner of the apart
ment. Mrs. Thurlow's drawing-room
was model of elegance. with its band
some furniture, its glittering silver and
rich ornaments of art, scattered around
in profusion; its marble tables, mirrors,
gorgeous damask hangings and beautiful
pictures. Never had it worn a plea.
santer aspect than on this dark, gloomy
Sabbath morning. Al3 - 20. a. .4ftI
Every one appeared Of literary turn,
Even to Master Rudolph. who reposing /.
in big-arm chair, in which he was
entirely lost to sight, seemed engrossed
heart and soul, in wonderful book Of
travels, his uncle had given him the pre-
vlous day. Corpelia had found refuge
in novel, and Mr.. Won Oppenheim was
lndolently lolling, or to speak more to
the point, stretched out atfun angth,
book In hand, on q sofa, which, for
greater comfort, he had drawn up on
one side of the Fireplace. This quiet
prevailed for some time. and was inter
rupted by Professor Won Oppenheim.. ..
In rather novel way, perhaps, for o
man of his dignified position and at
talnments. He raised up slowly from
his reclining posture, and aiming the
book he held in his hand at Trouncer's
head, sent it whirling through the air.
Tronncer was accustomed to such pro-
ceedings, it appeared; he avoided the
blow, bounded after the book, and de.
posted 1t on the sofa at Mr.. Won qOpy
pcnheim's head. By this time that gen.,
tude. =. EEs'' TT -
Zine fellow" he said, strokine sbe
dogs silky hair with his hand, and look
ing into his affectionate, sagacious eyes
This occupation did not continue to in.
terest. Suddenly he started up and
went to the piano. II Juliet had been
surprised before at some of bis eccen-
trio ways, she was shocked now beyond
\ measure to hear him play all sorts of in
discriminate music on tho Sabbath. day.
Rreiy he had forgotteni He played
ASything-polkas, wsltzes, sonstes, airs
the opera, fantasias and magnificent
: les. For an hour he performed
style without cessation, never
any signs of fatigue. And
her life had Juliet heard such
- lr. Won Oppenheirn seemed 10
whole soul into the instrument
5attty was lost. At his magical
touch the ivory keys became speaking
voice, going directly to the heart, with
it's marvellous inspiration. Words would
have been superhuous. but Mr.. Won Op-
penheim sang, too, in rich. mellow
voice, some beautiful German songs
and Scotch ballads, touching in their
vague pathos and sweetness. Juliet
could scarcely contain her rapture; she
became oblivious of the day herself, and
walking to the piano, stood beside Mr..
Won Oppenheim, turning over the leaves
for him. - '
"You like musc?" he said inquiringly,
in one of the pauses. She made no re-
ply, unless the interiection "OhW uttered
in an enthusiastic voice, with flushed
lace. can be construed into eyes or 'sno." !"
"Here, take my seat" tho performer
said, rising and adjusting the stool q ~
Juliet blushed deeply and said, with q
laugh, "Do you fancy would play be.
fore you, Mr.. Won Oppenheim? I
wouldn't for the world"
Mr.. Won Oppenheim was intensely
amused at this view of things. '.Do
oblige me-" he again asked. "Really,
you ought not to mind playing for me.
[ have heard you praoticiDg several times.
and You perform well. Mademoiselle
says yon have talent for the art divine.
and a remarkably flexible voice."
did Mademoiselle say that?" ex.
claimed Juliet, in tones of delight.
Indeed she did, replied Mr. Won On.
Penheim, with the gravity Of Cato; Gin
deed she did; and great many other
hatterlng things. which will not re.
late, for fear might be the instrnmor,s
Of egcitipe Eanitss i---,---------.''- eaisds aS
"You are greatly mistaken there" !" she
replied. 1T declare TO you, sometimes
+ think I have moEe5yanity than anything
eise." "a J.yl2 ii {
"Whow!" whistled Mr.. Won Open
helm, elevating his eye-brows-bnt oil
further conversation was interrupted by