The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-02-04
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- "a OR THE
FORTUNES OF. JULIET CLAYBURN.

- OR THE
FORTUNES OF JULIET CLAYBURN.
A Tale OF the Palmetto State.
CHATTER XVII-HARRY BABBrrr SOME
THING OF A PROPHET.
The day after the Rabbits ball, Juliet
could not leave her room-she was toss
ing wildly on bed of pain, consumed
almost, with burning, raging fever, and
suffering under the baneful effects of one
Of those severe, all-pervading colds,
which, for the time being, renders life
burthen and loathing. 1t was next to
an impossibility to breathe; she could
not speak above whisper, and her ears
fairly aohed with the roaring, tingling
sound, ringing without cessation, some
where in her head. The head, itself, was
a MACS of complicated misery; it panied,
and ached, and throbbed, with rending
thunder -throes of agony and lightning
flashes of acute pangs. She was parched
and heated one moment, imploring only
to be allowed cooling draught of water,
and the next, shivering,' and moaning
with the piercing cold, which shook her
delicate frame. This state of things was
not only the result of imprudent expo
sure the night before. but also the natu-
excitement.
You may imagine Karl Won Open
helms feelings, perhaps. His poignant
self-reproach, his bitter lamentations,
his anxiety, his grief, his fiery impa-
tience at being compelled to bride in
anu restrain his impetuous nature. Se-
veral times, he determined to give the
reins to his inclinations; to proclaim the
relations existing between them; to esta-
blish his right to ask about her-his right
to feel interested in her welfare and i'm
provement, more than their mere social
intercourse would warrant. But he feared
the effect on Juliet, if it came to her ears
that he had thus acted-that he had thus
allowed his uncomfortable fears and i'm
patience to destroy, at one stroke, all
her nicely laid plans-all her matured
and cherished schemes for their ultimate
happiness. No! He would cut the tongue
from his mOuth-he would die daily, be-
fore he would speak word or do deed
which could wound the gentle heart,
already having bled so much through
blows from him. So, he was silent and
uncommunicative below-stairs, but in his
own double-locked room, where he spent
down, like fretted, chafed lion in his
J.,
passionate sorrow-
''Poor Julie-poor Julie-all my do
ings-my little darling suppose she
should die and leave me! Oh! ohr' and
throwing himself into chair, he would
cover his face with his hand and never
change his attitude for hours. What
made matters thousand times worse,
Rudolph had gone into the country New
Years morning, with one of his school
fellows, and therefore, there was no pos
sibility of private communication. He
would not be back for week, most like
ly, and, in the meantime, Karl's duties
at the university imperatively demand
ed his presence. He was tempted to
trust one of the servants-but he knew
Julie would not like it-so, nothing was
left him, but to ask after her, as often as
he dared, to keep to himself, for fear of
betraying his over-wrought feelings, and
to gather sweet flowers every day from
the conservatory. Handing these to Mrs.
Thurlow, or Cornelia, he would say, in
o matter-of-faot way
II believe this is the only way in which
up to the sick-room-they will brighten
it, perhaps"
ooh, yes!" replied Cornelia, on one
such occasion; ''more than anything
else. remember when I had that short
spell of sickness, Immediately after srst
came to Ashburn, the flowers you used
to send up to my room enlivened me
more than anything else. used to look
for them as regularly as did my physic-
though it was q very different sort of
look. It was an extremely delicate and
appropriate attention, more highly ap-
preciated from the fact that you had
never seen me at that time / found
busy employment for my mind in Won
dering how you looked and talked, and
whether you were not exceedingly roman
tic-a subject of CAlliope, Euterpe and
Erato-and you may imagine my intense
chagrin when the flowers ceased to come,
and became acquainted with the fact
OF your having left the house without my
ever seeing you"
Except that afternoon" said Karl
laughing, "when you were sitting at the
window, and I doffed my hat to you from
the garden. At first, you pretended to
be gazing at the sky. and could not DOS