The Charleston daily news. [volume] (Charleston, S.C.) 1865-1873, 1870-05-18
A,LOVER'S QUARREL.


A,LOVER'S QUARREL.
IFrom Temple Bari
PART ].
ssAnd say It isn't" 30 a.,
uFanny pa pause after the Word, as II ine
speaker tried to get rid of lump IN ms 1as
throat -syonre playing the fool; you've no 40
more notion how love you tasn aSnvs s3S fSe sea
tell YOU, I'd rather see you lying down there,
washed up by the toe, than know that you
want IN ro back again % the beach OF your
own viii. and be looked at by that lath-and-
plaster fellow of q captain.
~ set, while the fierce words pass the
Young fsherman's lips, he takes Q nrm grasp
movement sheuld draw her nearer the gidey
edge. ,o, +no,o tyo
Jehn Fry and Fanny Haywood, began to quar-
rel. and now he has just sunk into the purple
bed OF clouds risen up from the sea to receive
him. There has been scene OF magHlncene
and fast t-changing color; crimson, and purple,
and gold-now by turns, now All at once
have held their places on the tender ground
of chrys0lte-green fast fading into gray;
though its final hue fingers among the rock
pools below the cliffs, mingled with rosy CLEANS
that reflect themselves from scattered cloud
nnee.,. The ragged perpendicular cnn rises
some four hundred feet above the sea, ana
about third way down It's steep side runs the
path or ledge on which the lovers stand: - ihey
care nothing, for the sunset, nor for the ex-
ouisite scene below them. On the right the
tiny village nesting In the gorge OF high hllls
-0r one side wooded to the base, on the oener
a precipice of rock rich in brown and purple
shadoWs-eyery here and there IN Its depths
reVealinp q glimpse OF the white foaming
river, that comes struggling and tumonng
over huge gray stones TO the sea; Wnle Iuttnel
stili on the right stretches range Of Lofty
nlifA. the hueS of which mock the power OF
words 70 render, as successfully as they elude
the painters resources to depict crimson pQr-
ple:7pIolet Of the richest tones everywhere
relieved by tufts Of bright golden blossoms,
and the, fresh green Of ladyfern that fringes
the Jagged edges. 49, -
John and Fanny have disputed before this
evening, but only for a few sentences; and
then q kiss from him, or tear IN ner sWeSe s,
eyes, has brought the matter to standstlli.
E,t this quarrel wears more serious aspect.
John looks absolutely threatening: He Is
strong, well-built young. fellow, with true
south Of ENGLAND face-a face that Is saturated
with sunshine. that puts one in mind, all at
once, Of ripe August cornfelds; and, taken 10
conjunction with his rich curly hair and Dearu,
Of October nuts and squirrels. But the deep
black eyes, that match 30 well with this golden
brown. have mono of their usual expression;
they are full Of angry CLEANS, and through nus
parted iips you can see his teeth set hard.
Fanny looks up, and meets this stern, COM
pelling glance; meets it. to0-as you may tell
by the culver Of her rosy mouth-just when
loving name or oaress might have prevailed
over the perverse spirit tnat was was rslhg. n,n,,,
30 near the seal to keep her skin so white ana
delicate looking. Her hair nearly matches her
lovers, but her eyes are not 80 deep IN color;
there Ia q tinge of blue hazel In hers that
shInes,out with almost golden glitter as Jonn
takes hold Of her arm. She THINKS ne means
to make her prisoner.
vet John. and don't know that ever will be-"
He draws his hand away.
tCome, come Fanny, you're talking non
sense now. ] was q minute ago, maybe. Why
should you and me quarrel about a thing which
can't happen If you'll only let yourself De
The girls eyes filed with sudden angry tears.
not qaarreliing; only say YOU'D you don't hst
head TEA scornfally,) seven i'll choose to 60 home
by the, beach, and Mr.. Russell and Captain
Standish are there, and they say civil word
to me-vhat am the worst for It I'd like to
know? ! suppose you'd Like me to wear
q mask next, with Just two holes to see out Of.
Everything that Is pretty is looked at, you
know It Is, and why not girls as well as any
ealI sapE EeasiSs sISst trust s ~ msNthat It isn't"
The golden light Is quenched in the tears
that fairly run over. Fanny's eyes now are
Almost as dark as her lovers, and tenderness
seems to be swimming In them. II John could
have held out against them for two minutes,
he might have made his own terms with the
pretty, wayward, spoiled girl; but sensible
lover would be phenomenon worthy Of ex-
hibItion. and John was not phenomenon.
The next minute he had Fanny In his arms,
strainlng her to his heart, kissing Other tears,
and calling himself trough, jealous fool" for
having brought them there.
stNo. John, you're not fool, but you are
Jealous, you know you are; and II You SO on
like this when we're married, you'll break my
heart, john" comes out OF those pouting,
coral lips.
VIll never be jealous unless you give me
cause, Fanny" he says, his honest face grow;
ing grave again. "But, you see, men and
women have different natures. You can fly In
a passion and get out of 1t, all In no time. and
be as sweet and smiling as If nothing had hap
pened; but this not the way with us-anyhow,
Pm pnt up get out Of bounds, and as to see
inc Won laughing and talking with that young
fool ofa captain why, If was to catch you at
it, don't. know what ] mightnt be tempted
to- 20.
"You,re threatening now, john" Fanny
pouts, and draws herself away little.
There is an uneasy look on her lovers face.
He loves Fanny with al his heart and strength.
He has known her from the time they went
crab-hunting together among the rocks with
the rest Of the village children; and yet, though
his heart is so fast bound to her that he could
never tear II away, he has no sure trust In the
wilfnl, bewitching girl. When he thinks OF
the future-Fanny as his wife and the mistress
of his home-an underlined. shilling fear Is apt
to come between John and his certainty Of
happiness, q fear near akin to that he has fell
among the treacherous qdlcksands further east
when he has been seeking anchorage.
he answers, almost s0lemnly: "Am threat
eninp, darling? Then l don't mean it.
mean warning, not threatening. You see, I
haven't got so many words to tit my meanings
to, as such clever little lass as you. Fanny.
All mean is, want to put 1t clear to you that
when you're, maybe, meaning no harm, only a
little teasing In play, you're playing Wlth fee!-
ings man can't keep under; ics as u
the devil was let loose in me, l know. You
don't think men murder one another OF set
purpose, do you, Fanny, when they're them
selves 2" 8, ~.
Fanay turns white, and retreats still farther
from the cliffs edge; then she gives little
forced laugh.
81 must say, John, you've got strange no.
tions of pleasant talk; first, you scold me till
cry. and then you speak about murder. Now
I must 20 home, and If you can't trust me to