The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-05-01
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FORTUNES Of JULIET iCLAYBURN.

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Mr.. Lyle was' cahtsring 'gaily up the
road, leading to Mr., Ciayburn's, when
he me. negro boy riding q mule. 49,
pulling his wool. 7tiay@7 a'ii .e"'.r'
"Yes, I be-" answered Theodore;
whereupon he was informed that his
uncle, DR.. Rawleigh, had sent for him to
come up the road few miles. His horse
had run away, Smashed up the buggy,
knocked DR.. Vi Rawleigh over fence,
broke his leg. etc., etc.
''In short" said Theodore, 'played
the devil generality"
eyes, Massa." ,aft.,.:
"And how far is it?" .r ..at
'Bout nine mile, Massa."
'The deuce you say" Theodore NUT
;ered to himself, mot trmuch prospect of
seeing Juliet tonight, and tomorrow
our weddiug-day. - 'tist -"'na
Forafewmoments he sat motionless, in
brown study, then, putting spurs to his
horse galloped back homo. He met Karl,
walking, explained to him what had oc-
ourred, and, not long after, was driving
furiously in the direction indicated by
the negro boy. After travelling about
halfth distance, he met his uncle, and
found things were not quite 30 bad as
the messenger had represented. They
returned home as quickly as possible,
but it was already late, and by The time
they reached the village, Theodore was
surprised to see the distant lights, still
cleaning brightly from the house which
held his treasure. The temptation was
irresistible; 80, instead of going home,
he proceeded at once to Mr.. Clayburn 8.
Long before he reached the place, he
heard the sounds'of unusual revelry, and
then he remembered that the plantation
negroes we're having dance, in honor
Of Juliet's wedding. In vain he called
for some one to take his horse. the loud
laughter and dancing and music drowned
every other sound. ''They wouldn't
hear cannon fire, T" muttered Theodore,
fastening his own horse. Lightly he ran
up the steps. It was swarm SPELL" ns
the Southerners call it--a taste of May
in,December,i and this evening being SO
baimy, the'windows were raised" Voices
came to his ear from the parlor. ''I'll
peep in and see what Juliet is doing"
he thought, putting the thought into
immediate execution. Merciful Heaven |!
what was the sight that greeted him!
Karl was kneeling beside Juliet-his
arms around her-her head pillowed on
his breast. The sight almost struck him
blind Could he believe his own senses?
He looked ngain This time be was kiss
ing her. Karl's voice reached him.
What were the words2
"LiebchenI My own Julie!"
Ha could doubt no longer. He stag
gered back, cropping his way like blind
man to the steps. There he sat down
his Joy turned to NORWOOD and gall.
This was the woman be idolized, then
the woman who, CT the morrow, was to
have become his wife; this the friend,
who for years had been more than O
brother to him; this the end of that
blissful dream which he had cherished
with such intoxicating delight. Would
% God he had died before witnessing
this scenel
For a long time-he never knew how
long-Theodore sat with his face buried
in his hands-motionless as stone. His
mind was in state of chaotic confusion.
After he recovered from the first stun
ming sensation, his mood began to
change. He ground his teeth and
clenched his hands, muttering terrible
imprecations between his compressed
lips. Now he felt only hatred, revenge,
which he swore should be speedily 40. 10.
complished. Suddenly he sprang up
and made his wap into tho house. His
face was baggard and deadly pale, and
his mouth bore the grim shadow of @
Clark and unalterable determination.