Fisherman & farmer. [volume] (Edenton, N.C.) 1887-19??, 1888-04-27

quite the contrary, as though he were
handling precious but fraiI gewel, sent,
in spite of myself, cold streaks down my
back | only congratulated myself that
old Dr. Plover was our family physician.
When the gentlemen had gone back
through the pOrtiere, and only their
voices in heated discussion reached US,
confided my fit of horror to my girl
friend, only to be smiled at with her
serene eyes, and told that was IAN i'm
aginative, little French woman"
''But," l persisted, "Glynne, am
sure your father felt just as l did, for he
looked once as though he would strike
DR.. Fetter's hand away when he was eX-
am ming Dante's head ~
Every likely he thought Dante was
being annoyed, for he knows how dear
my little brother is to me. L think he
would strike any one who would hurt
Dante"
We were fifteen then-great. over
grown babies with the braids down our
| backs and delightfully."- short dresses.
Two years flew swiftly away and
''Glynne and Tontine' were still spoken
| of in Markertown in one breath, some
times, by strangers, as ''Nliss Morley
aud her friend" l had begun to dream
of tall, English lover. too, but Glynne
still cared apparently for none but her
parents, myself and-Daute-who was
still her constant companion, still petit
Frere" to her.
One lovely day Glynne came rushing
into nv room as | was tucking a bunch
of red roses in my belt with a conscious
rivaling color on my cheek at thought OF
the sender.
ssTontine," she cried, breathlessly,
without noticing my pretty costume as
she was used to do; 'TOntine, Dante is
gone since morning and now Fred Dorr
says that he is sure the police have pol
soned him. 1t is dog-days, you know,
and that hOrrid boy absolutely grinned
as he said he saw man cOaxlng Dante
along Wells street this morning! Why
did he not tell US before"
Let me go to your father' 1 cried.
"He will know what to do, and no time
is to be lost"
"But, Tontine, papa may not like us
to 90 to the college. There are so many
students, he does not think 1t proper. -"
"Oh, but" l said, ''Dante will die
while we wait and he loves him as we'll
as you do"
Selling my hat as 1 spoke, hurried
her out and away toward the end of
town where we had SO long known that
Glynnes father was college instructor.
A polite janitor opened the great doors
and his momentary hesitation vanished
as we asked for Prof. Morley, while
Glynne, with quiet dignity, asked to be
E'shown to his room without delay-I am
Miss Morley" she added.
A moment or two brought US to swing
ing doors, which opened at a touch
There the janitor left us hastily in re-
spouse to bell in the distance.
Il am so glad papa is here; he will find
DANTE" she said, with a little smile of
relief in her loving, anxious eyes, as she
laid her hand upon the door and it
opened. A bright light shone directly
into the center of the room from wide,
unshaded high windows, like an artists
easements. A group of young men
stood between us and some object, over
which they were bending.
DR.. Fetters stood with his face turned
in the same direction, and all were list
ening to Glynne's father, whose face
alone we could see, although he, too,
was intent with eyes and hands upon the
center of all their interests.
The baize door made no noise to Eis-
turb the group, and sudden girlish en-
barrassment made US hesitate to speak
for an instant. Then a stir among the
men seemed to give US courage, and we
took step forward as the two directly
in front of us moved apart and around
what now seemed to be a table-some
thing lay stretched upon it, held in place
by two of the students, great sponge
smeared with blood lay near, and over
the object stood Glynne's father with
narrow, glittering knife, buried half
way from view.
At sight of Dr.. Fetters, the old chill
of repulsion seized me, but my friend
seemed to see only her father, and spoke
his name eagerly. At the sound of her
voice, there was strange commotion in
the whole group. An oath (unmistaka-
ble) from Dr. Fetters, an involuntary re-
taxation of their hold by the young
men, a scream of pain, terror and JOY
from the table, as the object upon it
wrested itself from it's tormentors, and
with one frantic effort, dragged itself, as
it fell from the low table, to Glynne's
feet--Dante! \ shrill answering scream
broke from my lips, as [ recOiled shud-
dering; but Glynne never took her eyes
from the blanched face of her father.
The dogs scream seemed to turn her
to stone. An instant she STOOD, swayed
a little, and l sprang to catch her, but,
as she fell senseless, it was Professor
Morley's arms that received her. For
hours we stood over her, but without the
CULVER of one eyelid to reward the fran
tic efforts of the physicians. For two
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