Fisherman & farmer. [volume] (Edenton, N.C.) 1887-19??, 1889-03-29
A ROMANTIC AFFAIR,
BY MARGARET EYTINGE.

one heart, or Whatever SLanQS III us
place, very much affected; but, let US
hope, not incurably So" said Kate Cor
don, shaking her head with mock grav-
ity, to her cousin Lillian, who turned
from the window, out of which she had
been gazing, and looked inquiringly at
the speaker.
II saw him over your shoulder" con-
tinued Kate, Gas he walked slowly away
up the street, and l also saw the blush
that instantly crimsoned your pretty
face chow do you manage to have that
blush come at your call2J and the light
that sprang to your lovely blue eyes.
Again. you're in love, or fancying your
self in love, Lillian, having already for
gotten the young artist that sailed for
home only month ago; and this time
it is with poor professor of music in a
great city, where there are sufficient of
his kind to convert great country into
a must al Bedlam."
"Why, kate!"
Kate, pretending to take the exclama-
ton for an Interrogation, "unless it is
because he has large, dark eyes, fine
form, an ar1stocratic face, refined air
generally, and last, but not least, ap-
nation. And, then, you've always been
ready to fall in love with any interesting
person that came in your way since your
first teen, especially when distance lent
enchantment to the view"
"What a romance, or semblance of
romance, to adopt your own mode of
speaking, you are making out of moth
ing, Kate. " says the younger girl, with
toss Of her rhoctnut hraiHS
"Out of nothing" repeats the other
+'Given, a pretty, a very pretty girl,
watching at her window, half hidden,
in the regular poetical style, by its lace
curtains, at nine in the morning and
four in the afternoon; a handsome, a
very handsome, young man, coming out
at the door of "a dwelling opposite pune
tually at the first hour and going in
punctualy at the lat, each time casting
profoundly respectful but Enthusiastically
tender gIances at the watcher in the
window. A pink rosebud in her light
brown hair in the morning is duplicated
in his buttonhoe il the evening She
stops one wintry day at the corner of
the street to buy bunch of violets, and
unconscious, OF course, that she is OBJ =
served, presses them to her lips. That
same night a mysterious messenger
leaves an exquisite basket filled with
the fragrant things at her door. No
doubt the young professor went without
his lunch for a week to buy them, for hot
house vioiets and exquisite baskets"
''Kate How can you?'
because L CAM" answers Kate coolly.
"And what's more, | can ask how is it
all to end / know it is nothing but
romance on your part, but it may be
reality on his, and allow me, if your
delicate sensibility will admit of it, to
recall to your mind the fable of the boys
and the frogs, where what was fun on
one side was death on the other, and to
kindly suggest that you find some new
occupation at the hours of and f."
"kate, | never was more deeply i'm
pressed i'll all my life, that is, never as
deeply mpressed-that is oh, pshaw
you know what | mean. Don't you be-
lieve me.'
Disregarding the question, Kate went
on: And granting that your are i'll
earnest this time, which l don't grant,
by the by, nothing could como of it.
Your positions in life are far apart-that
is, society DEGREES that they are-and
being a we'll bred foreigner, he no doubt
accepts such decree as Inevitable, and
unless you meet him half way you have
already taken the first step, he will
go beyond the tender glance and the
basket of flowers. And besides all
that, you will remember that Lady
Glare ere de Nere' did not monopolize
all the pride The yoeman had his
share, and the better part, to my way to
thinking. And, if Pm not mistak ken,
your handsome professor is just as
proud"
Kate, how do you know all this?''
asks Lillian, rising and coming to stand
before her. you say no doubt and
IF | am not Mistaken but the tone OF
your voice says you know"
because, my dear, while you have
been dreaming | have been acting.
felt sorrowful interest in the poor fell
low as soon as discovered that you had
made up your mind to look at him, and
so I went to work and found out all
about him."
Down on the floor beside her sank
pretty Lillian, saying as she seized one
hand: go on, Kate; that's darling
"That he is professor of music you
discovered yourself at the Luttrelrs
where the dull-haired and envious- com
plexioned Miss Gertrude condescends tt
be taught by him. To me belongs the
credit, if it be a credit, of finding GU
all the rest, and at the risk of shocking
you. | will proceed to tell you how