The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-03-05

The day after that on which Mr.. Clay
burns household was again domesticated
at Orkney; julie. ssssd Cozneiis Wenss ont
for carriage drive They descended
from the vehicle I'M front Of the spripg-
lot gate. and 81 Assslcting the driver to
await theifyretuXH took cirauitous path
to Mrs. Winters, cottage. II ID situated
on the oppositg ebidA oof the enclosure,
from the mont enhance, small white
opttage, showing, however, scarcely the
faintest remains Of paint. :
There's q charming aroma of onions
diAused about the place" remarked Cor
nelia. Altogether strong flavor of
Irish, and as for the house itself, it looks
as if it had been built in the dark ages. I"
"Dq reserte your critical remarks for
q mofeexalted theme, " said Juliet "The
people have never harmed you, Cornelia,
so let them enjoy their onions in peace.
I'll wager. il nurse offers You any of her
beautiful flowers, You will not think they
are impregnated with onions.''
:trPhat'san entirely different thing"
observed CorneIia ''Flowers are flow
ers, and onions are onions. I see no re-
semblance between the two things, ex-
ceps they both smell. That is, more
strictly speaking, they both emit an odor.
One is agreeable and the other disagree
able-one desirable and the other not.
But, my dear Juliet, listen while moral
ize little. If you held your hands full
of onions and I held mine full of flow
era, feel not the slightest hesitation in
saying, / would be perfectly inconsolable
until You had agreed to accept half of
my pretty flowers for half your nasty
onions. It is law of our being. We
do it every day-swap flowers for onions;
the pleasant things we have for the un-
pleasant things we haven't. Even onions
smell sweet to us, when others possess
them and we don't, and when the noxious
things are once ours, still we're fools,
for, in accordance with another law of
humanity, We continue to think they're
fragrant, from the very fact that they are
ours"
Mr.. Winters was busy with his hoe, in
the little. flower garden. A raw, red
faced, odd-looking man, who made the
young ladies lowly obeisance and asked
them into the house.
'We wish to see nurse" said Juliet.
stAnd / am anxious to know" added
Cornelia, ''if your wife spoke to you
about those fower-seed wanted to get
from you"
eyes, attended to it, ;" he said, briefly.
"I'll git 'em."
Mrs. Winters, hearing the sound of
voices. came out from the kitchen to
welcome, her guests. A strong, healthy,
robust-looking' woman, with an open,
earnest face. She was overjoyed to see
Juliet, calling her all manner of pet
names, and saying, with a hearty Hiber-
nian accent; sit daae The perry s,eight O.
her eyes guide to sac her s,oate cheeld agin. -
TVhovz oooonfo1 tho oAaral oaofo onI To
iet briefly explained her errand. Mrs.
Winters assured her she had gone regu-
larly, twice per week, to the post Office,
the whole winter through, and not a
single letter had come for her. If the
gentleman had lost her name, the whole
thing was accounted for, perhaps he had
made o mistake and sent them to Mrs.
Withers, there was such woman, living
not far from Orkney, who sent, without
fail, to the post Office. Juliet entreated
her to go Immediately and see Mrs.
Withers and investigate the matter. She
would pay any price to secure the let
ters-she priced them so highly.
eff she's poor and unprincipled," sug
gested Cornelis, "she might make good
speculation of them by selling them to
yonr father"
"Good Heavens' said Juliet, Il
never thought of such thing. Nurse,
do be prompt; implore you"
Nurse promised to go to Mrs. Withers,
the very next day, to discover, without
exciting suspicion, whether Mrs. Withers
had the letters and to procure them at
any price. All these things being dis
cussed and everything arranged, the
young ladies arose to 60. Cornelia pre-
ceded Juliet. Mr.. Winters was standing
on the porch, with package in his hand.
Without saying word, he handed it to
Miss Thurlow.
''Ah! there arc my flower seed," said
Cornelia.
She took out her port-monnaie. drew
thence roll of bank bills and placed
them in his hands.
"There is your price"
He coolly opened and counted the
money. There were five bills, each oi
the denomination of ten dollars.
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