The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-03-30

passiepatelyy I 'waS- It ;hurkn, and WAS It
frightened ? Then Jump into my 4sp, and
be still. and you shall have q biacuit to
eat. Yes-yes-so It shall.
Having by DIM OF sucn IalE promises
and shhdsS soft strokes with hand,
convinced the little fellow that he was,
ledy turned to the gentleman and re-
marked:
..It strikes me this road is rather
rough"
81 was struck with that idea some time
ago, replied the gentleman, rubbing his
eyes and smiling, simultaneously with
tho tremendous blow which tho side of
my head received against the edge of this
door. think Stephen. like tie rest of
us. finds some difficulty in regulating his
optics properly. A closed eye does not
promote clear vision"
'I fancied Stephen was remarkably
wakeful," was the reply, "for he talks
almost continually to the horses, and
sings good deal, and now he is vigor-
ously whistling plantation melody"
'But the whistling will not continue
long; he will finish the tune in his sleep.
There, now-it is about to cease-he is
fairly Off I'll venture to assert, my
dear, that Stephen is nodding."
As il to place direct contradiction on
these defametory remarks, the whistling
was renewed with increased spirit, and
the horses changed their slow pace for a
brisk trot. Silence again fell on the
party. Marco having finished his bis
cult, and renewed the pleasures of dream.
land, the lady brushed the crumbs from
her lap, rested her white hand against
the carriage-door, her cheek against the
hand, and gazed silently out. Her eyes
travelled slowly over the broad expanse
Of country-the high hills, stretching
far away in the blue distance, the wav-
ing corn-felds, the cotton lands and
other fields, where the mowers blade hit
tered in the sunset glow, and the pm
tation wagons stood loaded with the
low ripened grain. All this was ID
pleasant sight to the eye, and so the lady
thought, for without removing her
glance, she spoke these words
Chow delightful, father. to find one
self again in the country, after so long
IN absence! How delightful to view the
bright foliage, to look upon the blue sly,
to breathe the purity of the fresh coun-
try Dir. and greet all nature in the per-
scenes are all 30 sweet, father-they re-
mind me of my mother"
Everything beautiful and peaceful
suggests thoughts of her." said Mr..
Clayburn; ''the fragrance of spotless
memory surrounds her name"
81 like the country, in summer" said
Juliet, after another season of silence"
Eyes. and especially this part of it.
Laying aside old association, which is in
| everything such strong bond of affection,
there is much calculated to attract admi-
ration hereabouts. Some fine scenery,
combining lofty attributes of the sub
lime, with softer elements of romantic
loveliness. Do you remember the mar
row defile through which We passed to
day? I liked thatl It was like wild
mountain gorge; and just beyond the
long bridge, the rushing torrent, and
the deafening roar from the mill"
Every fine, admit" replied Juliet;
"but 80 much wild grandeur and noisy
commotion frightens one. I like this
quiet scene, so serenely beautiful. and
this quiet hour better. Do you notice.
liar. There is the gnarled old tree,
where used to gather nuts, and that
winding path through the wood is where
Eugenia and myself used to walk. All!
can not get glimpse of the house?"
''Spur up your jaded horses, Stephen" t"
called his master, 'yonr young mistress
is getting impatient"
And no wonder, SIR" answered the
servant; ''it's been long days trip
enough to tire any one. But there's the
house, missile, shining through the oaks
I'm glad to see it myself again-I am-
after 30 long"
There was quite a stir of excitement in
the little place when Mr.. Clay burn and
his daughters arrival became known.
The country neighbors felt curiosity to
know if Juliet was as pretty as ever-if
Mr. Clayburn looked more aged since
his wife's death: and finally, "here they
had been these past few years, that they
had never once honored Orkney with
their presence All laudable curiosity on
the first two points was sufficiently salts
fed on the Sabbath day following their
arrival, when Juliet and her father at
tended service at the quiet little church
on the hill. After shaking hands with
everybody, known or unknown, which
was Orkney fashion, and having told the
many solicitous questioners concerning
her health, that she was we'll, and hoped
they were recipients of the same divine
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