The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-01-15
ORKNEY,
OR THE
FORTUNES OF JULIET CLAYBURN
n Tale OF the Palmetto State.

CHAPTER N--MoRE ALGEBRAIc Diff
1t was n sultry afternoon, in the fervid
month Of July. Professor Won Open
helm, book in hand as usual, was saun-
tering leisurely up and down the hedge
row, under tho cooling shade of the
beech trees. AS he neared the orange
bower, ut the end of the serpentine walk,
on one of his peregrinations to and fro,
he suddenly brought his book down from
it's elevated position and stopped abrupt
ly i'll his walk. Mr.. Won Oppenheim
thought he heard peculiar sound issu-
was so indistinct, he resumed his book
and his walk, thinking it was only the
distant splashing of the fountain, or the
drowsy murmuring Of summer insects
The next time, however, when he reach.
eel the same spot, tho sound was unmis-
taxable. Itwas certainly something or
acknowledgements resembling the tones
of human voice in distress Being q
man cf an inquiring order of intellect,
and possessed of m Unsuitable thirst for
knowledge, Mr.. Won Oppenheim pro-
ceeded to investigate the cause of this
lncomprehensible disturbance to the
reigning quiet of earth and air. What
made the young professor start SO sud-
denly at the entrance of the bower?
Why did the warm blood rush to his
face? Why did such passionate utter.
ances flow from his lips? Juliet was
seated within the orange bower, on q
garden bench, in q perfect paroxysm of
grief. She was sobbing convulsively, as
IL her heart would break. Mr.. Won Op-
penhclm sat down beside her; he caught
her little hand and caressed it with his
lips; he called her "Juliet" and his sdarl-
ing. and implored her to cease weeping
and tell him what was the matter. All
OF which only made Juliet cry more bit
terly.
.Will you not let me comfort you,
juliet? | cntrcat you, dry your tears
and tell me what has grieved you so. 1t
pains me to the heart, Juliet, to see you
thus, and he stroked her hair with his
discngaged hand.
Juliet did not repnlse the caress, nor
did she withdraw her hand. The Thought
did not occur to the young girl that there
was anything remarkable or reprehensi-
b!e in these things. "Hc would try to
comfort Cornclia Just the same" would
have been her thought, had she thought
On tho matter ut all, but she did not.
She raised the long silken lashes, heavy
with dew-drops, to MIR. Won Oppenheim,
who was admiringly contemplating the
same, and with grateful expression for
his kind sympathy, said piteouslv.
through suppressed sobs:
81 am SO homc-sick, Mr.. Won Omen
helm
Home sick exclaimed Mr.. Won Op
penhelm "Wcll, Juliet, am disap-
pointed in you; before this afternoon. I
thought you IN nnselish girl; but now /
lear l must change my mind on that
point"
This waa snch novel conclusion TO
draw from Il young lady s home sickness.
Juliet was astoIished in her turn. and
unlte surprised out Of her tears.
81 know am selfish" she acknow-
irdged, with sweet ingenuonsness: 81
THINK 1T IS because have been reared an
only child, without brothers or sisters.
But what connection is there between
my aeliishness and my home -sickness?"
do You think it very unselfish
,ning' Juliet, to give way to home-sicl-
ness an the presence of n person who has
'1oo5 Ioa seen ire rpme for weary years? In
need, to mteitl.n the word homo to n
homeless man, between whom and his
country roll the pillows of the brooJ
Atlantjc!' viz "'o"'
Iho young professors face and voice
expressed deep emotion. He wore no
r's'".''ao i,"""l LiII.o.,, end Juft,t
could perceive the workings of the ten.
ger mouth. Her heart smote her, for
being so inconsiderate, as regarded his
feelings.
"And aro you ever home.sick, Mr..
Won Oppenheim?" she said, softly, re.
g"rdiDg him with pity. "Do men ever
get homc-sick?
Must We be stoics, Juliet, because we
are men? Must VIC throw aside the
tendercst. holiest feelings of the human
heart? You ask me if I nm ever home.
SICK Oh! often and often! Sometimes
40 desperate is my yearning for home
and It's loved ones, ] { ol as if L would
east away the aspirations and interests of
ambition, and Ey--fy to my aged pa
rents whom | have not seen for years
'ha ycars-to my sweet sister, whom |
''lt cinld and would find woman-to
my true hearted brothers to nv beloved