Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1870-05-19
Stlelteo Storm.
A LOVERS QUARREL.
From Temple Bar.
PART i.

And 1 say it isn't"
Fanny "a pause after the word, a. II
the speaker tried to get nd of a lump In his
throat playing the fool; you've
no m re notion how / love you, than you
have of the height you're standing at above
the sea. tell you, I'd raIher see you ly-
ing down there, washed up by the tide,
than know that you want to 60 back again
to tie beach of your own will, and belook-
ed at by that lath-and-plaster fellow of a
captain"
And yet, while the fierce words pass the
young fisherman's lips, he tskes a 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 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 q 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 green, 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
ged 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
hing 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
river, that comes struggling and tumbling
over huge gray stones to the sea; while
further still on the right stretches o range
of lofty cliffs. the hues 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
ladyfern that fringes the jagged edges.
John and Fanny have disputed before
this evening, but only for few sentences;
and then kiss from him, or a tear in her
sweet ewes, has brought the matter to a
standstiil. But this quarrel wears more
serious aspect John looks absolutely
threatening. He is strong, well-built
younr fellow, with true South of Eng
land tace-s face that is saturated with SUM-
shine, that puts one in mind, all at once,
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 golden brown. have none of their u.s.
ual expression; they are full of angry
CLEANS, anu through his parted lips you
can see his teeth set hard.
Fanny looks up. and meets this stern,
compelling glance; meets 1t, too-as yeu
may tell by the quiver of her rosy mouth
Just when a loving name or a caress might
have prevailed over perverse spirit that was
rising.
1t Is a puzzle that she has been able
diving so near the sea) to keep her skin so
white and delicate looking Her hair near
ly matches her lovers, but her eyes are not
so deep IN color; there is a tinge of blue
hazel In hers that shines out with almost
golden glitter as John takes hold of her
arm. Sne thinks he means to make her
prisoner.
''Let me 60, will you? Tm not your wife
yet, John, and don't know that lever will
be-"
He DR. ws his hand away.
sCor4e, come. Fanny, you're talking
nonsense nov / was a minute ago. may
be. Why should you and me quarrel about
q thing which cant happen if you'll only
let yourself be gnided-?"
The girls eyes filled with sudden angry
tears.
I'm not quarrelling; only say You
don't put any trust in me. Why" (she
tosses her head scornfully,) sseven if
choose to 60 home by the beach, and Mr..
Russell and Captain Standish are there,
and they say civil word to me-what am
the worse for it I'd like to know? 1 sup
pose you'd like me to wear mask next,
with Just two holes to see out Of Every
thing that is pretty is looked at. you know
it is, aud why not girls as well as anything
else? i say again yours isn't what call
having trust in Ine-that 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 nthem.
If John could have held out against them
: for two minutes, he might have made his
own terms with the pretty, wsyward, spoil
ed girl; but a sensible lover would be o
phenomenon worthy ofexhibition. and John
was not phenomenon
The next minute he had Fanny IL his
arms, straining her to his heart, kissing
off her tears, and call himself trough,
jealous fool for having brought them
there.
''No, John, you're not afool, but you are
jealous, you know you are; and if you go
on like this when we're married, you'll
break my heart, John, comes ont of those
pouting. coral lips.
I'm never be jealous unless You give me
cause, Fanny" he says, his honest face
growing grave again. "But, you see, men
can f1y in passion and get out of it, all in
no time, and be as sweet and smiling as if
nothing had happened; but that is not the
way with us anyhow, It's not with such q
sulky chap as me. Once I'm put up l get
out of bounds. and as to seeing you laugh
ing and talking with that young fool of q
Captain why, If was to catch you at il.
don't know what mighn't be tempted
to-" 1890. .--....s.-- =
You're threatening now, John, Fanny
Haywood pouts, and draws herself away q
little.
There is an uneasy look on her lovers
race He loves Fanny with all his heart
an2 strength He has known her from the
time they went crab-hunting together
among the rocks with the rest of the vii
lage children, and yet, though his heart is
so fast bound to her that he could never
tear it away, he has no sure trust in the
wilful, bewitching girl, When he thinks
of the future Fanny as his wife and the
mistress of his home-an underlined, shift.
ing fear is apt to come between John and
his certainty of happiness, fear near akin
to that he has felt among the treacherous
ouicksands further east when he has been
seeking anchorage.
: He answers, almost solAmnly: "Am ]
threatening. darling? Ther ton't mean it
mean warning, not threat z You see. l
haven't got so many words tiny mean
inRs to, as such clever istl~ ass as you,
Fanny. All mean. is, ] want to put II