The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1871-10-17
Pearls and Blackbcrrics.

uTSt leSSOnS Ill DOHcS, u'uSVltS, anu nuuidh
anotomy, with the therapeutics belonging
thereto, in the little office across the hall,
and was just preparing to hang up shin
gle of his own; for Harry Clifford was
tall and shapely, with red.brown hair and
huge auburn mustache, and merry eyes
that laughed like springs of water in the
sunshine.
DR.. Darling took off his spcctaclcs.
folded them, and deliberately placed them
in their case, still without taking his eyes
from his neophyto. Harry Clifford smil-
ed but he looked little embarrassed,
Notwithstanding.
"Shc would have you in minute, if
you were to propose" pursued Dr. Oar.
ling, dropping great red hot splashcs of
sealing wax over sheet of blotting pa
per, and stamping them with his mon
ogram seal in an aimless sort Of way.
Eyes but l tell you, Sir, don't want
to propose" said Harry, staring at tho
intertwined D. j. DIS as if they were
the most interesting things in tho world.
"You don't want pretty girl for
wife ?"
mot that pretty girl in particular
DOCTOR"
"Nor fifty thousand dollars ?" added
the doctor, ,pronouncing the three moment
Gus words in manner that made them
sound very weighty indeed.
II would not object to the fifty thous.
and dollars in ITSELF Sir; but, as a mere
appcndago TO Miss Bradbury
IL believe the boy is crazy" ejaculat-
ed Dr. Darling. "Well, well. as the
Scotch proverb has it, "a wilfu' man
maun hae his way" and I shall interfere
no farther. By the way, Harry
"Yes. Sir? ?"
You are going to the city this after
noon 2"
That is my present intention, Sir"
Stop at Depierre's will you, and leave
Mrs. Daring's pearl brooch to be mended
l ought to have had it done week ago !;
but a man can't think of everything"
"Certainly. DOCTOR" and Harry Cliff
ford deposited the pearl brooch-an old
fashioned ornament Of massive gold, set
with tiny seed-pearls in his waistcoat
pocket. =,
"Rather careless way to carry jewel.
ry. young man !" said DR.. Darling, ,clevat-
ing his eyebrows.
"Oh, l never lose anything; asserted
Harry, in an of hand sort of way.
The morning sun was casting bright
Pickering threads of gold across the
kitchen floor; the morning gories and
Madeira vines, trained across the case.
ment, stirred softly in the mild July air
and Ursula Percy, Mrs. Darling's orphan
niece, was busy doing up blackberries,
Fresh as rose, with hazel eyes, soft
ened to intense blackness at times By the
shadow of their long lashcs, and smiling
scarlet lips, she stood thcre-hcr calico
dress consealed by the house wfcly aprer
of white dimity that was tied round hel
waist. and black curls tucked remorsely
back of her ears-looking dcmurely into
the bubbling depths of the preserving
kettle. like a beautiful parody on one o
the witches in Macbeth :" while on th'
Whitley secured pine table beyond, ,
; glittering tin vessel was upheaped will
the beautiful jet black fruit, each sepa
tie berry flashing like the cyc of an Ori
entail belle.
Ursula ~
The pretty young girl started, yer,
nearly dropping her skinner into tn
preserving-kettlc
"How YOU startled me. Harry"
! Harry advanced into the kitchen, will
an admiring look at the bright face,aush
ed with little blush and good deal o
stove.heat.
You arc always at work, Ursula"
81 have got to work, Harry, to ear
:, my own living" Ursula Percy answered
with a slight uplifting of her exquisit
!. black brows; II am not m hciress, lk
= Miss Bradbury"
"Confound Miss Bradbury! !" exclaiu
/, ed our hero II hear nothing hut Mis-
Bradbury tho whole time"
"She is very sweet young lady
Harry" said Ursula, in mildly reprovin
accents.
II dare say but-what lot Of black
berries you have here, to be sure, Ursr
la :"
Forty quarts" said Ursula, demur,
1; y. "Aunt Darling always enjoys theI
"a :, 80 much in the Winter"
y, Harry put honey sweet globule {
ID fruit into his mouth.
~ ~ "Blackberries are a beautiful irui
8, Ursula"
a Very" and Miss Percy skimme
o' diligently away at the bubbliug caldroI
e, Especially when you are doing theI
up" added the young NJ. D.. with raths
ID ID clumsy effort at compliment.
Ursula did not answer. Harry wall
~ ed up to the range, and took both h'
81 ss hands in his
cs Harry, don't! The berries wi
burn"
y Let 'em burn, then; who cares 2"
IN "But what do you want ?" she aske'
struggling impotently to escape, an
laughing in spite Of the grave look 81
- fain would have assumed.
ITO see your eyes, Ursula"
She lifted the soft hazel orbs to h
face then withdrew them with suddt
. Shyness.
. "Do you know what answer | read
>" those eyes, dearest 2" he whispered, att
q moment or two of silence, broken on
by the kissing and simmering of the boi
ing blackberries.
"No."
81 read yes.
"Oh, Harry, dare not. Uncle al
A. aunt are so determined you shall mar
Miss Bradbury"
"And l am SO determined not to mar
her. Is man to be given away as if
were a house and lot, or bundle Of ol
clothes, should like to know Ursula
"Harry, they are burning am su
{, Of it. | can smell them. Oh, do let
my hands !"