Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1870-05-24
A Lovers Quarrel,
PART FIRST.

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you're standing at 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 fel-
low of captain"
And yet, while the fierce words pass
the young f8herman's lips, he takes
firm grasp of his companions arm,
lest some sudden movement should
draw her near the giddy edge.
The sun had begun to set when
these two, John Fry and Fanny Hey
wood, began to quarrel, and now he
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 chry8olitc- green, fast fading into
grey; though its final hue fingers
among the gock-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 third way down its steep
side runs the path or ledge on which
the lovers stand. They care nothing
for the sunset, nor for the exquisite
scene below them. On the right the
tiny village nesting in the gorge of
high hilIs-on one side wooded to the
base, on the other precipice of rock
rich in brown and purple shadows
every here and there in its depths re-
yealing a glimpse of the white foam
ing river, that comes struggling and
tumbIing over huge gray stones to the
sea; while further still on the right
/ stretches q range OF lofty cliffs. the
hues Of which mock the power Of
words to render, as successfully as
/ they eIude the painters resources to
depict-crimson, purple, violet of
richest tones everywhere relieved by
tufts OF bright golden blossoms, and
the fresh green Of ladytern that frin-
/ gcs the jagged edges.
John and Fanny have disputed be-
fore this evening, but only for a few
sentences and then kiss from him,
a tear in her sweet eyes, has brought
the matter to standstill. But this
quarrel wears a more serious aspect.
John looks absolutely threatening
He is a strong, well built young fel-
low, with a true South OF England
tace-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 cur
ly hair and beard, OF October nuts
and squirrels. But the deep black
eyes, that match so well with this gold
en- 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 Quiver Of
/ her rosy mouth-iust when a loving
name or carcss might have prevailed
over the perversc spirit that was ris-
ing.
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 nearly 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 q golden
glitter as John takes hold of her arm.
She thinks he means to make her pris-
, Oner.
! LET me go, will you? I'm not
, your wife yet, John, and l don't know
that ever will be-"
He draws his hand away.
" Come come, Fanny, you're talk
:, ing nonsense now. | was a minute
ago, maybe Why should you and me
, quarrel about a thing which can't hap
! pen if you'll only let yourself be gui-
. ded-?"
; The girls eyes filled with sudden
! angry tears.
"Im not Quarreling: only say you
don't put any trust in me. Why
:, (she tosses her head scornfuIly,) "eveu
. if choose to 90 home by the beach
and Mr.. Russell and Capt. StandisI
are there, and they say civil word tc
me-what am l the worse for it I'd
q like to know? | suppose you'd like
: me to wear a mask next, with Just two
y holes to see out of. Everything thai
4 is pretty is looked at, you know it is
and why not girls as well as anything
q else? | say again, yours isn't wha
< | call having trust in me-tbat i
. isn't"
!. The golden light is quenched in tn,
"a tears that fairly run over. Fanny
f eyes now are almost as dark as he
a. lovers, and tenderness seems to b,
o swimming in them. If John coulC
s have held out against them for twt
=. minutes, he might have made his Owl
e terms with the pretty, wayward, spoil
ed girl; but a sensible lover would b.
a phenomenon worthy Of exhibition
and John was not phenomenon.
-, The next minute he had Fanny il
70 his arms, straining her to his heart
~ kissing off her tears, and calling hin
T. self trough, jealous fool" for hav
~ ing brought them there.
N No, John, you're not a fool, bu
y you are jealous, you know you are
~ and if you 90 on like this when W
in are married, you'll break my hear
f John" comes out of those poutine
N coral lips.
II iii never be jealous unless yo
le give me cause, Fanny" he says, hi
70 honest face growing grave again.
t. But, you see, men apd women hav
ID different natures. You can fly in
passion and get out of it, all in n
time, and be as sweet and smiling a
e. if nothing had happened; but that
le not the way with us; anyhow, it's nc
a with such a sulky chap as me. Ono
It I'm put up | get out Of bounds, and a
ID to seeing you laughing and talkin
to with that young fool of captain
ne why, if | was to catch you at it,
L. dnrit Ennr what | rninh nj ho tnmn