Fisherman & farmer. [volume] (Edenton, N.C.) 1887-19??, 1890-06-13
THE FOUNTAIN NYMPH,

Mrs Eiwood had made up her mind.
Her Jack must come back from Europe
and marry Alice Moore. She had the
country place all put in order, as she de-
cided that the grottoes, fountains and
shady walks were lust the places for
love-making. But one day she spied
pretty young girl standing by one of the
fountains and catching the bright drops
in two slender hands.
''Nhcre did that fountain nvmDh
come trom?" she asked the old gardener.
The old man looked perplexed
con" ne exclaimed, Frightening, as
he OWNED her meaning. 'It's old
Granny Burnton'S granddaughter, ma am.
Granny died a spell back, an afore she
gin up the ghost she sent for this girl,
an gin her the old homestead. Shes
mild rs a lamb, an lonesome like, for
there ant nobody but old Sally to keep
her company. I've seen her set for
hours starin' out at the bay. She seems
to banker arter the place mere, an told
her to come as often IS she wants to.
Though now there's goin' to bexcom-
pany--"
"Don't disturb her, Brown; let her
come whenever sac likes. She's lady
ike-lookine girl, and will not intrude
upon our guests. Do you know her
name"
ats Jul ct, Ma am-Julet Burnton."
Mrs. Elwood was greatly interested.
Upon the following day she visited the
grotto, and peeping curiously through
hn Oh ho o. IL
side the fountain and gazing pensively
within its depths. She had childish
face, yet stamped with sorrow young
faces seldom wear. Again Mrs. Elwood
stole away she would not speak lest
she might brighten the girl from coming
again. She went in and wrote her hus-
band:
"Bavshore is looking more romantic
than ever. The place Is Overgrown with
vines, which Brown hesitates to trim,
knowing my weakness for them. But
one of the greatest ornaments to the
grounds is gazelle-eyed fountain
nymph; living, breathing nymph, who
spends her hours signing over the foun-
tain in the grotto."
Jack in the meantime had fallen in
love. Mrs. Raymond, one of the gay
colony IN Rome, welcomed him heartily
to her musical parties, and one day, when
the hired musician failed, she sent him
to seek an old maestro who lived up near
the root in the old palace.
Wreathing his handsome face in a fas-
cinating smile, Jack tapped upon the
door at the head of the last flight OF
h11+y IiCo1noorfo1 n
moment later, to find himself face to face
with an ugly Italian servant or duenna,
who demanded to know his errand. He
inquired for her master, and was gruttly
informed the maestro was not at home.
She was about to close the door in his
face, but the sight of gold coin in his
hand caused her to pause. She took it
eagerly, and waited while Jack pro-
pounded a series of questions in the worst
Italian he could call to mind-and that
is saying great deal. She turned
within.
"Giuliettar she called.
"What is it, Annita?" asked clear
voice within, which sounded like the
voice of child.
And then, behind the crone's shoulder,
appeared face Jack voted the fairest he
had ever seen. 1t was more delicate
than the faces of Italian women, or so he
thought. 1t was pale, creamy olive in
TINT; the features were fairly regular, the
eyes dreamy, dark and large, the lashes,
the pretty arched brows. and the heavy
hair were u rich bronze-brown; the red
curved mouth was fresh and sweet. AS
she lifted her eyes shyly and met Jacks ad-
mrlng gaze her creamy complexion grew
suddenly rosy with the blush that over
spread her face. AS he addressed Ler in
clumsy Italian an amused smile curved
the corners of her mouth and disclosed
deep dimple in either cheek.
Suppose we converse in English, :"
she said. speaking the language with a