The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-01-09

&c; to gaze upon the ehisograpby Ii occurred
TO ber chat tho cHasao SeFs- were remarka.
bly, free and distiuct.. "This hand writ
ing is exceedingly like fathers" she re-
parked. II like ~ -
Il "Ns is bProfessor Won Oppenheina's
writing" said Coruelis, looking over her
shoulder: "I'would know it anywhere. 1"
Joliet dropped the letter with the same
IN the case of q live Are-coal. and then
'instantly feeling ashamed OF such a
childish ebuliition of i'll feeling, she
picked it up again.,
WelI, nevertheless, it is q good
hand, " she said, ''if Professor Won On.
penheim did write it."
Cornelia laughed.
Il do not comprehend, she observed;
'why do you say nevertheless?"
juliet made no answer.
~ believe you have imbibed your
fathers notions" was Cornelia's next re-
mark. "Aunt says you are just like him
In your narrow aud bigoted views con-
cerning foreigners. What is your idea,
dailstF Now, tell me truly, which do
you imagine Professor Won Oppenheim
most resembles, an urang-outapg, an
ogre or Bengal tiger?"
Il do not know" replied Juliet,
laughing, but evidently embarrassed; II
merely fancied, as he was a foreigner, he
would not be apt to write good English
hand"
At this juncture, HRS. Thurlow enter.
ed, and Juliet congratulated herself on
the opportune interruption. The con-
versation was dropped, she hoped. Not
so. Cornelia applied the dangerous test
OF ridicule to everything and everybody,
always oontriving to have the slight
shafts darting around her in every drec.
ton. Never did her features wear more
graceful smiles than when she was AIM
ing these light, indiscriminate arrows.
On the present occasion, no sooner were
they seated at the table, than she opened
fresh battery of ridicule.
"Wbat do you think, aunt? Juliet was
surprised to see that Professor Won On.
penheim could write English"
Surprised For what reason?"
'She rays she did not think foreigners
could learn to write our language
Heard you ever such an absurd notion?"
THAT ls not exactly n fair statement,
aunt" said Juliet, trying to hide her
irritation; II merely said I admired
Professor Won Oppenheim' 3 penmanship.
and that was surprised he wrote such a
bold. free hand, considering English is
not bis native tongue"
ut was quite NATURAL" returned Mrs
Thurlow; cit exoites surprise and admi.
ration in every one. He writes like
print, but Karl is a philologist. He un.
derstands dozen languages as well rs
his own. It is his profession, you know.
AS for English. he often puts me to the
blush; for he is one of the finest most
thorough English scholars I ever knew.
But pray, let me ask, what excited this
conversation? Is there letter."
Yes" said Rudolph; II put it on
Your plate"
The letter was no where to be found,
until one of the servants spied it under
the table. Mrs. Thurlow adjusted her
sPectAcles, opened the letter aud read it
alead. The contents ran as follows:
UN1vERsrTY, 10Th May, 18-.
DEAR GRAND MOTHER: Look for me at
Ashburn soon-next week, perhaps. 1
um engaged in translatipg o rather un-
translatable book and need uninterrupt-
ed quiet, thing 1 cannot get, in this
eonfounded mess of people. The trans
lation is for Professor Wilson. He will
take my classes for this month and June
also, If do not finish. After that, the
long vacation begine, when I expect to
prove more indefatigable student than
Rudolph himself Think you, I will be
able to make fifteen hours out of the
twenty-four, as did last summer? Tell
Rudolph am 30 we'll pleased with his
improvement and studious conduct, l
have bought that big dog Trouncer for
him the Newfoundland he admired so
much. Have my room aired, grand
mother, will you? and the library cleared
OF encumbrances. A hundred kisses for
my little boy, and for your well-beloved
self kind greeting and wishes from yours
ever and truly.
KARL Won OPPENHEIM.
The re.ding of these few lines pro-
dnced the utmost excitement and delight
amongst the members of Mrs. Thurlow's
establishment. It would be hard to tell
which person evinced most rnpturous
pleasure-Rudolph, Mrs. Thurlow her
self, or Cornelia. For some reason,
Professor Won Oppenheim was an ex-
tremely popular man at Mrs. Thurlow's.
For the rest of the evening, no other
question was discussed but his arrival,
and the blessings and enjoyment his
presence would entail upon the house
hold. Rudolph seemed almost crazy
with Joy, and expressed his rapture in
such wild, extravagant fashion, Juliet
was almost tempted to believe he had
lost his mind. He danced, capped his
hands boisterousiy. capered around his
grandmother, asking her thousand
questions about his dog aud about what
day she thought 1t likely his Uncle Karl
would arrive--if she didn't think he
would come on Monday, and if he
couldn't drive down, in the buggy, to
the depot, to meet him.
Juliet did NOT participate in this feel
ing OF anticipation and pleasure so,she
was. naturally, disguised with the whole
affair. She felt -unbounded vezetion,
with regard to Professor Won Open.
helm. Why did he not stay where he