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PEARLS AND BLACKBERRIES.

moi salu 1)r. DafilnS, Slowly
s'nol I can't believe the evidence of
my own sonscs!' And as he enunci-
ated the words with impressive dis
tinctness he looked solemuly at Harry
Clifford. '
He might have found a worsc-look-
ing individual to fix his regards upon
than this young N, D., who had
taken his first lessons in bones, mus
clcs. and human anatomy, with the
therapeutics belonging thereto, in the
liltle Office across tho hall, aud was
just preparing 10 hang up u shingle of
his own; for Harry Clifford was tall
and had huge auburn mustache, and
merry eyes that laughed like springs
Of water in the Sunshine.
BIZ. Darling took off his spectacles,
Saldnd them, and deliberately placed
Them in their case, still without TAX
ing his eyes from his reophyte.
Harry Clifford smiled; but he looked
a. little embarrassed, Iotwithstand-
ing. .
@She would have you in a minute, if
you wero to PROPOSE" pursued DR..
Darling, dropping great red-hot
splashes of sealing-waX over sheet
OF blotting paper, and stamping them
with his monogram seal in al aimless
sort of way.
"Yes; but I tell you, Sir, don't
want to propose, laid Harry, staring
at the interwined d. J. DIS rs if they
were the most interesting things in
the world.
"You don't want pretty girl for q
wife 2' -..,
"Not that pretty girl in particular,
DOCTOR"
"Nor fifty thousand dolIars?" added
tho doctor, pronouncing the mo-
mentous words in q manner that
made them sound very weighty in
deed.
81 would not object to the fifty
thousand dollars in itself, Sir; but, as
nero appendago to Miss Brad
bury" -.
ri believethe boy is crazy" cjacu,
lated DR.. Darling. "Well, wcll, as the
Scotch proverb has it, q wilfn' man
maun bao his way and 1 shall inter
fero no farther. By-the-way, Har,
ry-"
ayes, Sir?"
"You are going to the city this af
ternoon?"
"That is nv present intention
Sir"
'sStop at Depierrc's will you, and
leave Mrs Dariing's pearl brooch tc
bo mcndcd. I uyht to have dono il
week ago; but man can't think o.
every thing" ..
sCertainIy, Doctor;" and Harry
Clifford deposited the pearl brooch
an old-fashioned ornament of massive
gold, set with tiny seed-pearls--in his
waistcoat pocket.
: I"Rather careless way to carry
jewelry, young mani" said DR.. Dar
ling, elevating hi. eyebrows.
ooh, 1 never lose any thing! as
serted Harry, in an off-hand sort o
ashe morning sun was casting
bright. Pickering threads of gol'
across the kitchen floor; the morning
glolies and Mad eli vines, traine'
across the easement, stirred softly il
the mid-July air; and Ursula Percy
Mrs. Darling's orphan niece, wa
busy "doing up" blackberries. 81
Fresh asa rose, with hazel eyes
softened to intense blackness at time
blythe shadow of their long lashes
and smiling scarlet lips, she stoo
there-her calico dress concealed b.
the house-wifely apron of white dimi
ty that was tied round her waist, AM
her black curls tucked remorsely bacl
of her ears-looking demurely int
the bubbiing depths Of the preserv
ing-Kettle, like beautiful parody O.
one of the whitley secured pine table
beyond a glittering tin vessel was ur
heaped with the beautiful jct-blac
fruit, each seperate berry flashing lik
the eye of an Oriental belle. '
"Ursula!" t-.-. :..
The pretty young girl started. yer
nearly dropping her skinner into I'll
preserving-kettle.
slow you startled me, HarryP'
Harry advanced into the kitche
with an admiring look at the brigl