The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-04-01
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FORTUNES OF JULIET CLAYBURN

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FORTUNES OF JULIET CLAYBURN.
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ssAllow me to present my cousin, Mr..
Lyle" said Eugenia. ~
81 have had the shonor and the plea
sure of meeting Miss Clayburn once be-
FORE" said Mr.. Lyle, bowing; .sbut I
fancy she has allowed the circumstance
to pass from her mind altogether. Will
she permit me to recall the occasion? It
was few years ago, at Ashburn, where
went to see my friend Won"
II remember the circumstance per-
feotly," interrupted Miss Clayburn, her
face turning red now instead Of white
"you cannot find fault with my memory
in this particular, Mr.. Lyle, for it seems
but as yesterday."f
''And 80 it seems to me-" replied the
gentleman, ''for you are looking much
the same as when I saw you there q
school girl. What merry time we had!
Do you recollect the ride on horseback
to the old church? the picnic at the
mineral spring? and above all, the plea
SAINT party at youraunt's, Mrs. Thurlow's?
And do you remember the beautiful
flower you wore In your hair, Miss Clay
burn. and how Won Oppenheim and my
self teased you for it, until, not knowing
whose merits were highest, you made us
draw straws."
"And who won it?" asked Miss Raw
leigh.
"I was myself the fortunate indivi-
dual, /" replied Mr.. Lyle, 'and to convince
you, Miss layburn. that I was not un-
worthy the honor, will tell you that I
have it yet, beautifully preserved, with
other cherished souvenirs of similar
nature" 4
"Indeedl" exclaimed Miss Clayburn.
''Then the straws displayed marvellous
deserving. For once, justice was done. I"
s.Yes, but the straws deserve all the
credit. Had you been cruel enough to
consult your own inclination in the dis
position of the flower, the happy re-
cipiens would have been an entirely diff
ferent man from either of u.s.
"Behold the vile ipgratitude of the
human heart! How shall punish him,
Eugenia2 BY whispering to the straws,
never again to award him flower or token
from any Of the fair?"
1"Oh, CieU" said Mr.. Lyle, IT would
wither away under the ban of that dread
fnl anathemal It were too hard for so
slight an offence
CLEAR! hear" cried Miss Clayburn,
"worse treason than ever. He offends
lady, Eugenia, and calls it slight Of
fence"
"Upon my honor" said Mr.. Lyle, rue.
fully, "what is poor fellow to do? I
deny it; 1 deny my own individuality;
deny everything. I never said it, and if
I did. can any reasonable being hold me,
at this moment, rs an accountable and
responsible agent? Looking at the
heavenly beauty of this summer sky
but Mr.. Lyle looked at Juliet's eyes in
stead-''and gazing on the radiant face
of nature"-but Mr.. Lyle gazed at the
lady's face instead-''it is palpable alb
surdity. Does this propitiate your wrath
and stay your direful vengeance? If not,
l humbly acknowledge, not my slight, but
illimitable offence, and promise, if you
will mitigate the severity of your SEN
tence, never, 80 long as T breathe
never, 80 long as I perambulate sublu-
nary space-never, even to hint again at
the existence of Mr.. Babbitt."
The young lady graoiously conde-
scended to be appeased, and the CONVEX
sation continued in o most amicable
strain.
"Wby can we not walk on?" inquired
Mr.. Lyle. "These country pumpkins
are staring at us as if we were menage-
rie on exhibition. If this is being The
cynosure Of all eyes, I don't admire the
thing"
"They are wondering to what race Of
people. you belong" said Eugenia. "and
regarding with speechless astonishment,
as did on first sight, that remarkable
facial development yon call moustache.
A few moments since, overheard dis
cussion between Sandy Plmpton and
Jack Winters. II tell you" said Sandy,
emphatically, sit t'aint nateral-it never
gro,ced there. It's piece O. n;bear's tail,