The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-01-10
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OR THE
FORTUNES OF JULIET CLAYBURN.
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CHAPTER VI.-KARL Won OPPENHEM.
Several days after the arrival of Pro-
fessor Won Oppenheim's letter, Juliet
came home from her dancing lesson,
little after sunset, and leaving Rudolph
on the piazza, went into the library to
practice the new mazurka, Monsieur Dali
vinski had introduced into class, that
very afternoon. It was fresh on her
mind, and she thought nothing could be
80 improving as to practice it little,
while such was the case. So, humming
the air, she entered the library and closed
the door. That she went ut the employ
ment con anaore, cannot be doubted. for
she danced around the room, for fully
quarter of an hour, in perfect Ignorance
OF the fact that there was another occu-
pant in it, beside herself. Standing at
one of the windows, almost concealed by
bookcase, was tall man, who, when
Juliet entered the room, was trying to
read book by tho dim, waning light.
just as Juliet started out on her second
trial, Rudolph rushed into the apart.
ment, In frantic state of excitement. "
Uncle Karl has come, Juliet-Uncle
III.
the highest pitch of his voice. -"
"He hasl" exclaimed Juliet, stopping
in CONSERVATION at the unexpected news.
"He hasl" and then closing her Terpsi-
chorean performance by pirouette, exc.
cuted in the middle of the room, she ad-
dressed Rudolph in the SO words: -
"Well, can toll you what it is, Ru-
doiph. the announcement is precious un-
welcome tldings to me, and I'm immense.
from" -
"Sorryp reiterated Rudolph. .SorryI
Why, Juliet. I am right truly glad. He
will make us all 30 happy, and when we
are good, every day, he will take us to
the candy-shop;" and transported with
ecstacy at this inspiring thought, Master
Rudolph rushed for the door, boisterous-
ly crying-"Where is Uncle Karl! where
is heP"
"Here I am, Rudolph" said voice
proceeding from one OF the remote vim
dows, and out walked Professor Won On
penheim!
A tall. foreign-looking man, with flow
ing hair, and eyes like Rudolph, this was
all Juliet could distinguish. Rudolph,
in his usual demonstrative fashion, caught
his uncle around the neck and never re-
leased him until he had been kissed at
least half Il dozen times. Now, Juliet
had intended to make dignified retreat,
but when this cdifying spectacle was
presented to her view, she stood still,
nnconsciously, quietly inspecting uucle
and nephew. When the young professor
had sufficiently extricated himself from
hudoiph's tenacious grasp, to allow il
berty of motion, he bowed courteonsjy
and said
"This is Miss Claybnrn, suppose,
"Yes," replied Miss Clayburn. in a
serene, naughty tone, slightly inclining
her head. "You conjecture rightly.
presume you are Professor Won Oppep.
helm. bid you good evening, sir. land
at the conclusion of this speech, Miss
Clayburn swept proudly from the room.
IAN out-and-out aristocrat; a perfect
specimen OF purse-proud Southerner. ="
was the young professors fattoring com.
ment, delivered to his nephew in the
German language.
mo, Uncle Karl, you are mistaken. "
answered Rudolph, and then in an earn.
est, persuasive tone, "She is the sweet.
est girl in the world-the very sweetest
love her next to you and my father and
mother" ''''
Are there no other exceptions?" in.
CURED bis uncle. "How about vonr
Aunt Nannerl and your grandmother"
Il love her better than do them. and
the incest part of it is, she loves rae.
too." Then lowering his voice, this nm.
coneoious little mischief. maker proceed.
.saIs4ay cd to saym"I cannot think ghy.yea S6a
Cornelia says Juliet thinks you are n
ogre, or Bengal tiger, or some OTHER
animal. whose name cannot remember.
She told me, herself, she had no doubt
you were tho most oonceited, disagreea.
BILE man that ever breathed."
"And for my part, have no doubt"
returned Professor Won Oppenheim, "she
is the most contemptible, disagreeable
woman. However, sho need not disturb
her mind abont me, as shall certainly
not trouble myself on her account"
An entirely false. unmeaning declara.
ton. hy the way, for from that moment,
Professor Won Oppenheim began to sur
mise and wonder what could make Miss
Clayburn imagine him conceited and dis
agreeable, inst as Miss Clayburn was
wondering. in the same manner. why