The Conservative. (M'connelsville, Ohio) 1866-1871, 1870-05-20
Selrfteo Storm.
LOVERS QUARREL:
..AndI say It isn't
From Temple Bar.
PART I.

PART I.
.And say it isn't"
aFanpyr'- a pause after the word, as il
the speaker tried to get nd of lump IN his
throat -.'you're playing the fool; you've
no mere notion how 1 love you, than you
have of the height you're standing at above
the sea. tell you, I'd raIher see you "
ing down there, washed up By the tide,
than know that you want to go back again
to tie beach of your own will, and belook-
ed at by that ath-and-plaster fellow of a
captain. -"
And yet, while the fierce words pass the
young fisherman's lips, he takes a firm
grasp of his companions arm, lest some
sudden movement should draw her nearer
5 the giddy edge.
The sun had begun to set when these
: two, John Fry and Fanny Haywood, began
to quarrel, and now he has just sunk into
the purple bed of clouds risen up from the
sea to receive him. There has been a scene
of magnificent and fast-changing color;
crimson, and gold now by turns, now all
at once-have held their places on the ten
der ground of chrvsolite-ereen, fast fading
into grey; though its final hue fingers
among the rock-pools below the cliffs. min
gled with rosy CLEANS that reflect themsel-
yes from scattered cloud-lines. The rag
oed perpendicular cliff rises some four hun
dred feet above the sea, and about thi
way down its steep side runs the path or
ledge on which the lovers stand They
care nothing for the exquisite scene below
them. On the right the tiny village nest
ling in the gorge of high hills ON one side
wooded to the base, On the other preci-
pice of rock rich in brown and purple shad-
ows- every here and there IN its depths re-
vealing a glimpse of the white foaming
sriver, that comes struggling and tumbling
over huge gray stones to the sea; while
further still ON the right stretches range
of lofty cliffs, the kues of which mock the
power of words to render, as successfully
as they elude the painters resources to de-
pIct-crimson, purple, violet OF richest
tones everywhere relieved by tufts of bright
golden blossoms, and the fresh green of
Iadyfern that fringes the jagged edges.
John and Fanny have disputed before
this evening, but only for few sentences;
and then kiss from him, or tear in.her
sweet ewes, has brought the matter to a
standstill. But this quarrel wears more
serious aspect John looks absolutely
threatening. He is a strong, well-built
Young fellow, with true South of Eng
SHINE, that puts one In mind, all at once,
q of ripe August eornfelds; and, taken In
conjunction with his rich curly hair and
beard, of October nuts and squirrels. But
the deep black eyes, that match so well with
this golden brown, have none of their u.s.
ual expression; they are full of angry
gleans, and through his parted lips you
can see his teeth set hard.
Fanny looks up. and meets this stern,
compelling glance; meets it, too-as you
may tell by the quiyer of her rosy mouth
lust when loving name or a caress might
have prevailed over perverse spirit that was
rising.
It's apuzzIe that she has been able
Giving so near the sea) to keep her skin sc
white and delicate looking. Her hair near
ly matches her lovers, bat her eyes are not
80 deep in color; there is a tinge of blue
hazel in hers that shines out with almost 9
golden glitter as John takes hold of hel
arm. She thinks he means to make he1
sLet me 90, will you? Ina not yourwift
yet, John, and don't know that lever vii
He draws his hand away.
'sCome, come, Fanny, you're talking
nonsense now. was a minute ago, may
be. Why should You and me quarrel abou
thing which can't happen if you'll onl.
let yourself be guided-?"
The girls eyes filed with sudden angr!
tears.
I'm not quarrelling; only say yoI
don't put any trust in me. Why" (sh'
tosses her head scornfully,) .'even if
choose to go home by the beach, and Mr.
Russell and Captain Standish are there
and they say civil word to me-what an
/ the worse for it I'd like to know? l sup
pose you'd like me to wear a mask next
with Just two holes to see out Of Every
thing that is pretty is looked at, you know
it is, and why not girls as well as anything
elsef / say again yours isn't what | cal
having trust in me-that it isn't"
The golden light is quenehed in tn
tears that fairly run over. Fannys eye
now are almost as dark as her lovers, ant
tenderness seems to be swimming in nthem
If John could have held out against then
for two minutes, he might have made hi
own terms with the pretty, wayEard, spoil
ed girl; but sensible lover would be
was not phenomenon
The next minute he had Fanny IL hi
arms straining her to his heart, kissin
off her tears, and call himself trough
Jealous fool" for having brought ther
there.
''No, John, you're not q fool, but you ar
jealous, you know you are; and if you G
on like this when we're married, you
bfeak my heart, John, comes out of thos
pouting, coral lips.
''I'll never be jealous unless you give N
cause, Fanny" he says, his honest fac
growing grave again. "But, you see, me
and women have different natures, Yo
can fiy in a passion and get out of it. all
no time, and be as sweet and smiling as
7 nothing had happened; but that is not Il
way with us anyhow, It's not with such
sulky chap as me. Once I'm put up G
out of bounds, and as to seeing you laugl
ing and talking with that young fool of
Captain-why, If ] was to catch you at
don't know what / mighn't be temple
to- F
t'Yon're threatening now, Jobs," Fam
Haywood pouts, and draws herself away
little.
There is an uneasy look on her love-
lace. He loves Fanny with all his hea
aud strength BE has known her from I
time they went erab-hunting togeth
among the rocks with the rest of the V
lege children; aud yet though his heart
go fast bound to her that he could nev
tear it away, he has no sure trust in d
wilfGl, bewitchiug girl, When he thin
Of the fusnTe Fanny as his wife and Z
mistress OF his home-an underlined. shi
ing fear is apt to come between John al
his certainty of happiness, a fear near ak
TO that he has felt among the treachero
=. ouicksAnds further east when he hes be,
seeking anchorage.
He answers, almost solsmnly: ''Am
threatening, darling2 Then don't mean
mean warning, not threatening. You see
haven't got so many words to fit my mes
ings to, as such clever little lass as yc
Fanny All mean Is. I want to pul