Fisherman & farmer. [volume] (Edenton, N.C.) 1887-19??, 1901-08-15

Eh@ when her very soul was shaken by
the violence OF her lovers passion,
when, in the darkness, she could see
'hc &parlllcs shoot out of the gloom OF
his eyes. She knew that his knit brow
was bent close upon her, and his hands
were holding hers like - vice. But
coquctry was part Of Annie as the
foam is part Of the waves. She glorcd
IN her powe".
"IEcn there would be two dead men
Of You, ail on my account. Two fu-
ncT"l# here in the port. and two ghosts
OF you 10 haunt me ever after on dark
nights. 1t is Il fine offer, Richard, and
50 sCnsiblew
The young man rccoiled a little IN
der the taunt, as n great oak might
move i'll 4 winter storm. He laid his
hands on the girls shoulders and held
her of ut arms length.
TO love you is to hate you, Annie
bergen, and to hate you is to love you
and | love YOU" he said, drawing her
to him in q fierce embrace
Suddenly the girl broke down. all hcr
"oQuctry was gone, as the foam goes
when the wave breaks and leaves moth
ing but little nickS Of mist, which
creep s0bbiH@ into The earth Annie
was weeping on her lovers breast, her
wet check next to his.
You love me, Annie | know it at
last, thank God, ana you will marry
me. Speak girl, ana Givc ME your
PROMISE
Then she spoke. They were only
Il
fearful JOY half sobbcd, half spoken.
but they made her the bctr0thed OF
Richard CranShaw.
Was it an hour or only Il few min
utes they stood there together? Happy
lovers, they could not tell. Suddenly
u door was opened and q long bar Of
Hight shot out into the darkness. With
IL" light came the sound Of music and
dancing, and the sight of dancers
WhWlinG past the open door
They are looking for us" said An
ME, we must go in for the last dance"
ut is my last dance for Il long time,
1 S9iF tomorrow"
There We're no traces Of tears on
Annie's face except the shining of her
checks, which flashed as roses do in
the last drops OF summer shower.
her lips We're tremulous with shy ten
derncss, and her eyes shot sparkIes of
triumph. Such q face so Guckcncd in
the strife of pride and love. one might
never chance to see in whole life
1lmo, it caught the gaze Of the dancers
rs they swept past. When the music
stopped the young men edged about
the spot where she stood.
i nave been looking for YOU for
the last dance,' said q dapper young
man, who made bow more elaborate
IMAM that III practice by the young men
oil Seaport He Was clearly a travel
ing man. The air of cities, of hotels,
ard of sleeping cars was upon him.
He had come to the place 10 sell goods
and to show samples; had made ac-
quaintances Of the. young men: STAYED
to the dance and been introduced to
some OF the girls.
On, Mr.. Marqucttr cried Annie. 81
really fear YOU are mistaken. do not
remember giving you this dancpr'
1T is q mistake somewhere" said
Fred Parker. Il young man who had
the village store. Its the dance en-
Gagged you for ten days ago when we
were talking of Cettin" M the assem-
by"
"Oh. Fred Annie answered lightly.
you know | have net any memory
ana YOU ought not to have asked mo
so long beforehand"
Its nv dance. and ven know IL
muttercd Richard in sunnrnsecd
tone. which only Annio heard. Hc
stocd close to her side .elownrino. with
black brows upoD the crcuD. Shc
could hear him breathing hard Tho
situation was getting to be ridiculous.
Let me seer she cried cbpckinn off
her Nartnars with q motiou of hor mot
ty forefncer. "Frel. ron DAYS aoo
Mr.. MarQuett five hours, and Won inst
now" turning with n look into Rich
ards ewes. well will f,Iln thn han.
DIV mean AID dance with Mr. Mar
Quett," and away She wbirlcd Fred
Parker with easy facility whirled af-
ter her with another mariner If Rich
ard Cranshaw had done the Same he
might have danced off his foolish icoI-
ousy, and saved his soul from crime
whose shadow dopced him like q
bloodhound for the best wears of his
life.
Rut no. He watched Annie with
gloomy eyes for n few, moments. then
his face set and nord hr stcnned ort
upon the piazza which formed = roI-
lerv around the dancing roo,o and
oyerhun~ tho sca. A wind had arisen
and the tide was coming in. foaminc