The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-04-16

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FORTUNES OF JULIET CLAYBURN.
CONTINUED.
'The cloud has, turned out all sun
shine" che replied, with joyful ANNA
ton. Withaa sudden rebound, her
vivacity .beoame marvellous, her talka-
tiveness immense. They walked on
slowly toward the cool, embowered
spring, pavilioned in serene loveliness by
leafy branches, and hanging foliage, and
thick grown 4bushes, canopied by the
fathomless dome of an autumnal sky.
The stars shone from the depths of blue
immensity like glittering lamps, and the
pale moon rose calm and clear, shedding
glow like the luminous sheen of silver
mantle over the spring. the woody
glades, the della, the lovely valley and
the little rivllet, winding it's quiet way
through fragrant copses and low banks,
garnished with verdant turf, Towering
weeds, cowslips and daisies. There was
wild dreaniness about the spot, deep,
unutterable stiffness, which was almost
painfully oppressive to the heart. Ju-
liet felt its influence, when she looked
around at the fantastic shapes among
the trees, watched the wierd light glim-
mering on the grass, and heard the voice
OF the soft Southern wind, murmuring
in shadowy recesses.
Theodore sought the cup, which was
always to be found about the spring,
knelt on the rocky basin, and, dipping
it full of the white foamy water, handed
it to his companion.
"In name, in shape, in quality,
This well is very quaint
he said, with a roguish smile; s'but if
it were the veritable st. Keyne, and the
time few montho hence, don't imagine
1 would be courteous enough to let you
quaff its waters first
..St. Keyne? st. Keyne2" repeated
saint, did you say, or o well? I don't
remember"
"You don't, eh? Let me enlighten
you. It is a famous we'll in Cornwall,
concerning which Southey has written
some rhyme. There is peculiar interest
Tor husbands and wives attached to it's
water. Do you recollect now2'
$50 you don't fancy my holding the
reins," she asked, laughing. ''Take care
do not outwit you, as the Cornish wo-
man did her sheepish lord, and carry
mastery with me to the church, bottled
up for use."
'Iexpeot you will, he hereplied, in tones
OF mock despair.
pray, do not take it so much to heart
you misjudge me. covet no draught
OF the waters of st. Keyne," and the
lady cnrvetted daintily on the rock. .'I
have silken thread, Theodore, q tiny
gossamer web. which will secure me all
the authority want If you promise
MOTTO abuse confidence, I'll disclose to
yon' the way I propose managing the
thing. One end of the aforesaid silken
string LII wrap tightly around my little
hnger, and the other I'll fasten and
tangie, and wind and tie all about Theo-
dore's heart. When I want him to 90
to the right, I'll pull it SO, and to the right
theodore will go; and when the notion
takes me to see him move in q contrury
direction. softly I'll twist the string to
the left, and
"And to the left he'll co." said Theo-
dore, "Tll willingly take an oath on that!
The way the string pulls doubt not, he
Will invariably move. But aren't you
ashamed to plot such webs and meshes
OF conspiracy? Alas! I fear me much,
husband"
mo danger, think. I would gladly
abdicate so unpleasanta throne. A loving
woman loves her chains-she loves to be-
ruled, where she is ruled rightly, and
will never consent to relinquish the sweet
and noble prerogative of being we'll
governed, for the base ambition of 60
v,erning." Her voice was neffably sweet,
her manner exquisitely subdued.
"Cest une divinitei" exclaimed Theo-
dore raptnrously. "Let me touch you.
to prove that you are genuine flesh and
blood. don't believe it. Forgive the
words. but as you stand before me. in
this mysterious light, in all the glory of
your bewildering beauty, I am almost
tempted to believe that dream-or that
you are only fay, nympb, delusive
sprite."
Il wish 7 was fairy" aaid Juliet; 81
would make everybody 80 happy with nv
fairy ry-spells-Theodore and father hap
piest of all. I would haunt this enchant.
ing spot. It looks like fairy land, doesn't