Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1871-09-29
Pearls and Blackberries.

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individual to fix his regards upon than this
, your NJ. d Who bad taken his first les
Sous in bones, mnscl S, and human anato-
my. with the th~'a eutics belonging there.
70 in the little Office across the ball, end
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..lllOR Wax over she TIT 90 g-pt. er
aud tamp'i g tbem wish hls Lou & un
seal III an a ID t IS ~ost of wA>.
| "Y-e; but I el you, si,, I 4, n want to
propose, sad d Harry, starlug at the ioter-
wiued D. J ID. ;, as if they were tLe nos.
liItera,ting things IL The world
"You don't want d presGy girl for a
wife ?"
"Not that pretty girl in particular, doc
tor"
"Nor fifty thousand dollars ?" added the
doctor, pronouncing the three momentous
words in a manner that made them sound
very weighty indeed.
II would not object to the fifty thousand
dage to Miss Bradbury"
81 believe the boy is crazy" calculated
DR.. Darling. "Well, well, as the Scotch
proverb has it, 'a wilful man maum hae
his way and I shall interfere no further.
By the-way. Harry
Eyes, sir ?"
"You are going to the city this after
noon ?"
"That is my present intention, SIR
"Stop at Depierre's will you, and leave
ought to have done it week ago, but a
man can't think of everything"
''Certainly, doctor" and Harry Clifford
deposited the pearl brooch-an old fash
ioned ornament of massive gold, set with
tiny seed pearls, in his waist coat pocket.
"Rather careless way to carry jewelry,
young man - said DR., Darling, elevating
his eyebrows.
"Oh, never lose anything ~ asserted
Harry, in an off-hand sort OF a way.
The morning sun was casting bright,
Pickering threads Of gold across the kitch-
en- floor; the morning-glOries and MADEIRA
vines, trained across the easement stirred
softly in the mid-July air; and Ursula
Percy, Mrs. Dunnine's orphan neice, was
busy dong up" bIackberr1es.
Fresh as a rose, with hazel eyes, soft.
shadow of their long lashes, and smiling
scarlet lips, she stood there-her calico
dress concealed by the house -wifely apron
of white dimity that was tied round her
waist, and her black curls tucked back of
her ears-looking demurely into the bub- |
bling depths of the preserving kettle, like |
beautiful parody on one of the witches |
in "Mscbeth;" while on the whitley |
secured pine table beyond glittering tin |
let-black fruit, each separate berry flash. !
ing like the eye of an Oriental belle.
Ursula T.
The pretty young girl started, very near |
~ dropping her skinner into the preeerv
ing kettle.
"How you startled me, HGrryn'
Harry advanced into the kitchen, with !
an admiring look at the bright face, flush |
ed with little blush and u good deal of |
stove heat.
You are always at work, Ursula"
81 have got to work. Harry, to earn my |
own living" Ursula Percy answered, with |
slight Uplifting Of her exquisite black |
brows 81 am not an heIess, like Miss !
Bradbury"
''ContOund Miss Bradbury % exclaimed |
our hero. Il hear nothing but Miss Brad.
Jury Tue WQOl0 CIm6.
''ohe is u very sweet young lady, Har-
ry' said Ursula, In mildly reprOvlug |
accent.
IL dare say; but-what q lot of black
berries you have here. 10 be sure, Ur-
ena %
Fort, qusr.s," said U,-nIa, demur. ly,
'Au ID ing always ii " tn. III ."
m"ch IN ire WI { r"
Harry tut hptey sweet globue of
ruIt ln bis mouth.
'B act berries are bea I'll al fruit,
Z su.a.'
VERY" aud Mis- rcy krmm+d dill
envy "a, at lie "''h ling ca or Il
Es ecI l'y "hen y are d"Iu4 b Oh
p" .ud. n IN NJ. ID ~l b +, er
ri'm TT r at OIL, ,Iu =.
UFe"'a uld u H,tr, y ,k.H
u g gr au ook DO h e ia -
han do e! he her,re~ Will hnrn ~
l. - Il EN- b "a, 'Len, w ocr p
''Bu' ~hat yOI Lt?' eb. ske
, r-ee eInk .mp"t ly 40 s,,!e, an:
! "shlnz III spite Of The grave look sl.v
a!u JuIu have assursel.
T. see your ey, S, Ur,ua."
She lifted III soft hazoi Orb5 ~ is face.
hen Withdrew them with sudden Shy
ness.
'Do you know what answer L read in
JuOS0 eyes, O0afHSL lie WuISpcr&Ua GiLtr |
a moment or two of silence, broken only
BY the Kissing and simmering Of the boil
ng blackberries.
"No."
II read yes -
"Oh. Harry, ]. dare not. Uncle and aunt !
are so determined you shall marry Miss
Bradbury"
"And I am SO determined not to marry J
1er. Is man to be given away as if he i
we're q house and lot, or a bundle of old
clothes, should like to know Ursula"
Harry, they are burning am sure r
II it. can smell them. lob, do let go b
ny hands % G
Harry Clifford deftly seized np the big s
ron spoon and stirred tLe boiling depths 9
igorously.
Its all your imagination, Ursula ~
"Ne it's not; and if they ere the least n
ut scorched they will he spoiled for Aunt :
Darling" G
''But Ursula" e
The creaking sound of an opening door Z
aHond snddenlx dissolved the Lets u iate |