The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1870-05-21
DAILY JOURNAL
SATURDAY, NAY II, 1870.
From Temple Bari
A LOVERS QUARREL.
PART I.

lump IN HIS LuSNdb SOu 10 pay
the fool; you've 10 more notion how
I love you. than you have OF the
hight you are standing above the sea.
[ tell you, I'd rather see you lying
down there, washed up by the tide,
than know that you want to go back
again to the beach of your own will,
and be looked at by that lath-and-
plaster fellow of captain"
And yet, while the fierce words pass
the young isherman's lips, he takes
firm grasp Of his companions arm,
lest some sudden movement should
draw her nearer the giddy edge.
The sun had begun to set when
these two. John Fry and Fanny Hey
wood, began to quarrel, and now. ne
has just sunk into the purple bed OF
clouds risen up from the sea to re-
ceiVe him. There has been a scene
of magnificent and fast-changing col
or: crimson, and purple, and gold
now BY turns, now all at once-have
held their places on the tender ground
of chrysolite- 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-lines.
The ragged, perpendicular cliff rises
some four hundred feet above the sea,
and. about a third way down Its steep
side runs the path or ledge on which
the lovers stand. They care nothing
for the sunset, nor the exquisite scene
below them. % the right the tiny
village nesting In the gorge of high
hills-on one side wooed to the base,
on the other precipice OF rock, rich
4 l. haG
here and there ia its depths revealing
a glimpse of the white, foaming river,
that comes struggling and tumbling
over huge gray stones to the sea (;
while further still on the right stretch
es a range of lofty cliffs, the hues of
which mock the power of words to
render, as successfully as they elude
the painters resources to depict
crimson, purple, violet of richest tones
every where relieved by tufts of bright
golden blossoms, and the fresh green
of .adyfern that fringes the jagged
edges,
Joan and Fanny have disputed be-
fore Ghis evening, but only for a few
sentences; and then a kiss from him,
or tear in her sweet eyes, has brought
the matter to a standstill. But this
John looks absolutely threatening.
He is a strong, well young fell
low, with a true South Of England
face-a face that is saturated with
sunshine, that puts one in mind, all at
once, of ripe August cornhelds; and
taken in conjunction with his rich
curly hair and beard, of October nuts
and squirrels. But the deep black
eyes, that match so we'll with this gol-
den brown, have none of their usual
expression; they are full Of angry
CLEANS, 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 culver of her
rosy mouth-just when a loving name
or q earess might have prevailed over
the perverse spirit that was rising.
1t is a puzzle that she has been able
Giving so near the sea), to keep her
skin so white and delicate looking.
Her hair nearly matches her lovers,
but her eyes are not so deep In color !;
there is tinge of blue hazel in hers
that shines out with almost a golden
glitter as John takes hold of her arm
She thinks he means to make her
"Let me go will you'll I'm not your
wife yet, John, and l don't know thai
/ ever will be"
He draws his hand away.
Come, come, Fanny, you're talking
nonsense now. l was a minute ago
maybe. Why should you and me
quarrel about a thing which cam
happen if you'll only let yourself b
guided-P
The girls eyes filed with sudden
angry tears.
I'm not quarreling; only say yor
don't put any trust in me. Why,
(she losses her head scornfully), lever
if I chose to 60 home by the beach
and Mr., Russell and Captain Standist
are there, and they say a civil word t
me-what am the worse for 1t, II
like to know? / suppose you woult
like me to wear a mask next, with JUS
two holes to see out of. EverythiD
that is pretty is looked at, you kno'
it is, and why not girls as we'll as any
thing else? | say again, yours ism
what / call having trust in me-tha
il isn't"
The golden light is quenched in th
tears that fairly run over. Fanny
eyes now are almost as dark as he
lovers, and tenderness seems to b
swimming in them. IF John coul
have held OUT against them for tw
minutes, he might have made his owl
terms with the pretty, hayward, spoil
ed girl; but sensible lover would
q phenomenon worthy of exhibition
and John was not phenomenon.
The next minute he had Fanny
his arms, straining her TO his hear
L;ss;n0 off her tears and calling hin
self a trough, jealous fool for havir
brought them there.
mo. John. you're not a fool, b
YOU are Jealous, you know you ar
and if you go on like this when We
married you'll break my heart, ohm
comes out of those pouting, coral liz
I'LL never be Jealous unless "
give me cause, Fanny" he says, b
honest face growing grave agai
But, you see, men and women haV
different natures. You can fly In
passion and get out Of it. all in /
time. and be as sweet and smiling
if nothing had happened; but that
not the way with us-anyhow, it
not with such a sulky chap as n
Once I'm put up get out of bound
and so to see you laughing and tai
ing with that young fool of CAPITA
why. if | was to catch you at 1T,
don't know what migEtnt be tenn
ed to-"
You're threatening now, Johr
Fanny pouts, and draws herself aH
q little.
There is an uneasy look on her ID
er's face. He loves Fanny with
his heart and strength. He
known her from the time they we