The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-03-31
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OR THE
FORTUNES OF JULIET CLAYBURN.


CHAPTER IAN OLD ACQUAINTANCE.
I'm mighty glad to see you, honey"
was the cordial selutation of the ancient
dame. "Itsa been long time since
I've had the pleasure. How do you do?"
"Quite we'll, thank you" said juliet.
with meek Resignation; ''I hope I find
you in good health"
La. sakeslJ no, honey. I've been
powerful bad of---one way and t'other.
The rheumatics took me furst and then
the neuralgy, and the pleurisy and the
asthme-and of and on, the headache.
I'll tell you how the rheumatics furst
took me. AS MIR. Pimpton says-says
he, Betsy, you've, never been well since
that orful day youj heard Mrs. Clayburn
was dead-and that's the truth, Miss Ju-
liet I was SO terribly shocked like, for
she was such q eaint, just ready for
Heaven, as often tell Mr.. Plimpton-
Jeremiah, says !, there never was a
better woman lived than Mrs. Clayburn.
What will do? Gays I. Who will send
me warm flannel for the cold winter
weather, says 1, and give me camphor
jam and all manner of goodies and
physic-who will do all this, says I, now
that Mrs. Clayburn is dead? Woes the
day for me, for your mother was wo-
man in thousand. AS Mr.. Plimpton
says, says he, Betsy, Miss Juliet is the
born image of her deceased mother.
Yes, indeed, says /, and she's as good as
her mother. says I, just the same as she's
as pretty"
''Thank you, Granny" said Juliet,
wishing to take advantage of the first
pause to extricate herself; 'you are very
kind to think as we'll of me- I haven't
time to stop for a longer conversation, at
present, but I'll come over to see you
some time.''
''Yes, do, honey, and be sure to come
soon. just to think, this is the first
time I've had eight of yonr face since
your mother died. AS Mr.. Piimpton
says, Betsy, says he, I don't think Miss
to Orkney. Says he, it would make her
feel too bad. Why, in course it would,
Betsy, since folks say it was she who
caused her mothers death. Jeremiah,
says I, it is not SO. Mrs. Clayburn
would have died anyhow, when her time
came, and she's been dying by inches,
for years, says l."
Goodbye. Granny" here interposed
the young lady, extending her hand.
Goodbye, honey, run over to see
me soon, and If yon have any intn,em
good for the rheumatics, wish you'd
bring it along"
every well-I'l not forget to procure
some for you"
"And, Miss Juliet, stop minute. T
hear there is some new-fangled stuff, list
discivered, whiohu cure ailments sponta-
neously."
In order to detain the parting indivi-
dual, Granny Plimpton here caught her
tightly by the sleeve.
"I1l make inquiries about it," said the
young lady. 'and bring you some"
Thus saying, she made another effort
at extrioation, but Granny clutohed her
tightly and proceeded in her remarks
"I'll tell you how I furst took the
rheumatics, Miss Juliet Twas afore
your mother died. One day. jist before
dinner. I was settin on the steps, resting
like, afore started new pair O. socks.
You see, I knit all the time. I can't
see good for sewing. as I once could.
Jeremiah says, says he, I never saw n
woman who could knit like you, Betsy;
you can knit all day, with your eyes
open. and knit all night with 'em shut.
But I'm not 30 young as I was, Miss
Juliet. AS I tell Mr.. PIimpton -Jere-
mish. says IL am not like the young
girl, Betsy Tompkins, you brought home
as your BRIDE"
"But you are looking remarkably we'll,
Granny" said the victim. Goodbye
again-father will be impatient-I must
CO."
Eyes, in minute" persisted Granny.
AS was saying, was sitting on the
steps thinking of Shadrack, for as said
to Mr.. Plimpton-Jeremiah, says I, it is
astonishing how that Shadrnck wears
out socks. What did you say? In
hurry? Well just minute longer. AS
was saying, I was sitting on the
steps, when young gentleman like
came walking up with n gun on his
shoulder: Good mornin, ma'am,' says
he mighty perlile. Good mornin, sir
says I. I've been hunting, ma'am, says
he. and am thirsty; would you be kind
enough to give me drink of water?'
ooh, yes! in course, says L; walk in and
take seat So the young boy-but he
was neatly spoken as any grown gentle
man-took his seat. Il hope you'll not
take it inquisitorial,' says I. but what
aaougM your name be?' My name is
Rudolph Won OppenheiDn, says he. i
am staying at my uncle's, Mr.. Clay