The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-01-27
Oh THE
FORTUNES OF JULIET CLAYBURN
A Tale OF tho Palmetto State.
CONTINUED.

II f8tner 6Orfy 1Or 0er, declared
Juliet. 81 cannot bear to see a woman
get the worst of an argument.
"Whst business has she to argue?"
asked Karl, excitedly. '.Let her keep to
her legitimate sphere. There are enough
men in the world to argue about its af-
fairs"
'.Pray, tell me what is woman's legiti-
mate sphere, Karl2 If she can't argue,
what can she do?"
"She can love, replied Karl, solemnly.
'"The legitimate sphere of woman is love.
10 be loved and to breathe forth in 70.
turn, the gentle dew, the wild fragrance,
the sweetness OF her own affection, is the
highest province which woman can oo-
cupy: To be yielding and yet strong; to
be the ministering angel of mans
home; his soothing comforter in aff1ic-
tion; his loving companion in happiness;
his sympathizing, never-failing friend
always. To be, in short, what you are
TO me. Liebchen-a guiding star to the
man who loves her; leading his ambition
and his aspirations forward and still for
ward, upward and ever upward, to all
that is noble. worthy, pure and high!
This is the true sphere of woman. Let
her stick to it and her power is omnipo-
tent-let her leave it, and she becomes
powerlese. Her influence is not the in
Auence of force; it is an influence more
potent still-the sway, the irresistible
voice of persuasion. Her dominion is
not in the intellect or the reason of man,
but In his heart. She must rule the
world, reign over the kingdoms Of the
earth and sway the destinies of nations.
not through the majesty of might, but
the majesty of love. Around that CEN
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pulsations, the functions, the motive
power of life, she must weave an intri-
cate mesh-work of tenderness, imper-
ceptible in its binding, and yet impene-
trable as adamant: impalpabIe in form,
invisible to the sight, unseen in its ope-
rations, and yet more powerful than
might, more mighty than power-more
lnvincible than force, and more durable
than the everlasting mountains!'
The brilliant hours were over, the last
guest had departed. and the household
at Mrs. Thurlow's, weary-worn and
sleepy, repaired to their various places of
rest. Cornelia was talkative as usual,
dilating with voluminous exactness on
every individual incident and all the
minute details of the evenings enjoy
ment; but the heroine of the day, worn
out with excitement and lnnguid with
fatigue, silently and with a secret feeling
OF disgust, threw aside the rich vesture
which had been donned but few hours
before with so much pride and pleasure
Who has not experienced this reaction
OF the spirits. after a night spent in
revelry and dissipation? Juliet ap-
preached to put out the light, but Corne-
liza stopped her.
'Serenaders," she whispered, mysteri-
ously; Il hear their footsteps and the
tuning of the instruments.
Cornelia was right. The band played
several tunes, and then there was some
fine singing in chorus.
Harry Babbitt is there, beyond the
shadow OF doubt" remarked Corne-
lia II hear his laundering bass voice
above every thing. He must think yon
sleep as soundly as plowman or ditch
digger"
Juliet was lying on the bed, and made
no reply.
"Mr. Won Oppenheim is there, too"
continued the ioquaoions Cornelia' carry.
ing on o regular reconnaissance through
the blinds. II see him leaning against
the tree and hear his voice. What a
crowdl / believe all the young men are
present Come here, Juliet; it is a
splendid place to see and hear every
thing"
But Juliet was-not snoring-but fast
asleep.
CHAPTER XV-CHa1srMAs.
Professor Won Oppenheim wrote to
Mrs. Thurlow that he would come over
earlier than usual for Christmas, as he
had not finished with those works in the
college library. Perhaps he might even
be able to stay fortnight or moro, as il
was matter Of 30 much Importance to
him.
''How delightfuli" exclaimed Cornelia
.'last year he conduit even spare week
for Christmas holidays, and I suppose he
intends to make amends for it now"
The Sabbath morning preceding Christ
mas day, Juliet, ready equipped for
church, went into the drawing room to
get her prayer-book from the table.
Karl was lying on the sofa, reading. AT
the noise Of the rustling silk, he never