The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-03-10


.s - tsIss IS saa4pant' ~ s s
zs. ! J: ; = y x 2
"a ps slta, 81 x ,. :, !,
FORTUNES q on y JULIEW CEAYBURM.
'ss'is Iss ~ ,.t.tz..i ~ 80 { 2 81
CoNTfNUEp. e. ,''' =
Hettys version or the story, was the
one which Went abroad, and f,wes ear.
rently belieyed tas the truef reason why
Miss Gay burn ieIt her fathers house,
When fhs had been two, days with. the
Rawieigts, her another senther nots by
Hets sasing she thpughs it would .i .6e u
coed dstrolre of policy Id juliet to.. 90 ID
Ashh9rn, to hey eaht'
'aEo1e father ia counting on your re-
lenting, = sseid he'1ots, t.jhst ash'we are
counting on his Whenever i mention
your batne, and ask him TO send for yon,
he replica, Bel patient, & Mary. Do not
fret She will come back Of her own &C!
cordfil atew days .sie cannot endure this
exile from hurne.,a Prove, to him that
you arein earnest. Write sIae. a; note;
stating your intention ofsgoing TO your
aunts on q certaIn, day, (let it be several
days ahead,) and i will shDw it to him.
If this does not answer, make the Jour
ney to .Ashbnrn-a letter will recall you
in few days.
Juliet passed the hours in anxious ex-
pectation of q summons to return home.
None came. The day arrived on which
she had appointed to start for Ashhurn.
AS the carriage which contained herself
and Eugenia was slowly ascending steep
hill, Ave or six miles from Orkney, Juliet,
who was looking outat the back window,
beheld one OF her fathers servants come
tearing down the road toward them. The
horse was foaming at the mouth and
soaking wet, he had been ridden SO hard
and the mep-aeryant waved slip of
paper In his hand. Juliet reached out
the window and caught it from him. She
looked at the superscrlption.
1t IS tather, she said, bursting into
tears. II knew he would forgive me,
Eugenia, and take me back home"
She opened the folded paper. Such O
wild shrek rent the air!
my motherl my mother!''
Juliet had tainted. Eugenia looked at
the paper and these words met her eye:
"Come home, Juliet. Your mother is
dying. Joseph Clayburn."
When::they had succeeded in resusci
tatlng her, the driver turned the horses
heads and they drove Immediately back
to Mr. .Claybnrn's. Eugenia strove in
vain TO soothe her wild grief-she refused
to be comforted.
The tirst day after Juliet's return home,
Mrs. Olayburn rallied her strength-they
began to entertain some slight hope, not
OF an entire recovery, for that had ceased
to be hope for years. but Of :. prolon-
cation OF life. This did not last long.
On the fourth day she ceased to breathe.
The gentle heart was stilled, the Lutte was
broken and stringless, but the sweet
melody OF Its utterance, the magic sweet
ness OF. its strains, still hnger amid the
beloved scenes of Orkney; still floats in
It's atmosphere, still speaks in its beauty
and ;tnds an undying echo in the hearts
OF those who, in the past. have heard the
living music OF the now mute Tyre. Be-
fore life became extinct, she called her
husband and child to her bedside, telling
them, IN touching language, that she
could not close her eyes in peace until
they were reconciled to each other. Then
she spoke, as only the dying speak, of
life and its duties; of their duty, espe-
cially, toward each other; of the short
Time even AT heat thew unr1ld ho o1,lo 70