The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1870-01-12

hBulu buo was uESuCCeSBtuI, the tears
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aud sobbed. At this auspioious mo-
meht, Mi .Von Oppenhein considered e
favorable occasion to make his sntree.
Juliet raised her head, and regarded him
in silent surprise. He had never been
there ID the dvehing before. 'Pardon
me- Miss Juliet"-nor had he ever called
her anything but Miss Clayburn-t'
don me, but am commissioned to rep.
resent to you the desirableness. the ab-
solute necessity for your presence in the
drawing-room. We want you to take a
hand at whist" .t.
II would like it extremely" she said,
her face flushing at the pleasant prospect,
''but [ haven't finished my lessons.
Here's this horrid.. sum. 1 have been
working at it for two hours. and the
answer acW not come right"
"Lst me help you," he said kindly,
drawing chair up to her side. Rapidly
| be ran over the equation.
| Hero Is your error-a trifiing one,
which is the reason it has so long escaped
your notice.
ut wns enough to spoil the whole
thing, trihipg or not, said Juliet, a lit
tie petulantly, land such being the case,
would rather it had been some tremen-
dons blunder. L hate to be foiled by
trihes'
1--WE all have to be-" replied Mr.. Won
Oppenheim, with his irresistible smile.
And DO Jon not remember the words
OF the great sculptor, Michael Augelo-
'triflos make perfection, and perfection
is no trifle.' Nor is there anything else.
1 pride mysef' somewhat on being m
universal genius, and am fully ut YOUR
service"
eff you would not mind reading over
my French with me-" Juliet suggested
hesitatingly; II might, however, get up
early in the morning and study that,
before breakfast
"By no MEANS" answered Mr.. Won
Oppenheim; "get your book quick, they
will be sending for us directly"
Which prediction was speedily verified.
Before the French reading was half
through, Rudolph made his appearance,
saying. "Cornelia had despatched him to
see u they were ecer coming"
The lessons being finished, and books
put aside, Mr.. Won Oppenheim and
Juliet entered the drawing:room, in
company. Madomoiselle was playing u
waltz, ond Cornelia and Rudolph were
whirilng' around the room in dizzy
maze. "Shall we take a turn ?" asked
MIR. Won Oppenheim, addressing his
companlon-and evidently not entertain
ing an idea of the possibility of non-ur-
quiescence, he seized Juiict's hand and
clasped his arm around her waist. Juliet
blnshingly extricated herself>
II do not waltz" she said ~
| DO not waltz |" exclaimed c.e Young
professor. i'll voice expressive of the
utmost nstonishment. Apparently, lie
could not have been moro intensely
amazed, if she had told him she lived
without food or didn't talk
do understand you to say you do
not waltz p
Eyes" she replied. laughing at the
comical expression of his face. well,
1t is an unpardonable piece Of neglect in
your education. Come-allow mo to be
your preceptor. in obtaining so valuable
and beautiful an accomplishment You
will easily Learnt am sure yon wiiL
You mazurka extremely we'll, judging
from the specimen I saw in the library.
the first evening came. Let me teach
you to waltz. 1t will be such fun"
"Pshaw' said Cornelia, stopping in
her dance. "she can waltz as we'll as you,
or anybody"
"What is the matter, then?" the gen.
tlemun inquired. Suddenly new light
seemed to break upon him, his lip curled
and .hs said,.in a voice of fiery scorn,f
Perhaps Miss Clayburn is fastidious
in the selection of her partners?"
IL should say she was, slightly" an-
swered Cornelia. The fact is, Mr.. Won
0ppeenlheim. Juliet is silly prude. She
was reared in the backwoods Of Cafofiha,
and considers it q great breach of deco
! I'M ~ 1fu /,
it be relative"
30 Lord" said Mr.. Won Oppenbeim,
Struggling his shoulders, 'is that it?"
and throwing his arms around Cornefia,
the pair hoated around the room, until
Mademoiselle declared "they were the
most interchangeable couple she. had .eper
seen, for her fingers were stiff for life."
! When Juliet's head touched the pillow
that night she was firmly convinced, in
her own mind, that whist was7 the most
charming game III the world, especially
when one had n delightful partner like
MIR. Non ,Oppenheim. who did not frown
nor become in the least cross, even when
you were stupid enough to trump his own
tricks.
After this. MIR. Won Oppenheim and
Miss Clayburn began to lose sight OF
their antipathy, and were really cutie
pleasant to each other One morning. a
few days after the whist purity, Juliet was
late at breakfast, and running in pro-
digious hurry into the hall, to get her
srhool.hat, ran full against Mr.. Won OPP
penhelm, nearly knocking him over.
"What's the row?" the Professor asked,
putting on comical expression of fright
and pretending to have received mortal
injuries during the encounter. Juliet
laughed
Good morning, you lazy" aud there
MISS Juliet halted suddenly, her imagi-
nation not readily supplying snitnble
word.
"Sconndrel or rascal?" suggested Mr..
Won Opponheim.