The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1871-11-03
PEARLS AND BLACKBg RalES.

he looked solemnly at
Harry Clifford.
He might have found worse look
ing individual to fix his regards upon
than this young Nj. D., who had taken
his first lessons in bones, muscles, and
human anatomy, with the therapeu-
ties belonging thereto in ho-little of
fee across the hail. aud was just pre-
pairing to hang up shingle oil his
own; for Harry Clifford was tall and
shapely, with brown hair and huge
auburn moustache, and two merry
eyes that laughed like springs OF water
i'll the sunshine.
Dr. Darling took off his speetacles,
folded them, aud deliberately put
them in their case, still without taking
his eyes from his neophyte. Harry
Clifford smiled, but he looked little
embarrassed. Notwithstanding.
she would have you in minute,
if you We're to propose" pursued DIR.
Darling, dropping great hot splashes
OF sealing wax over a sheet OF blot
ting paper, and stamping them with
his monogram seal III an aimlcss sort
of way
"Ycs; but l tell you, Sir, don't
want to propose" said Harry, staring
1T an intertwined ID. j. ID. as il j; was
one OF the most interesting things in
the world.
You don't want pretty girl for a
wife :"
Not that pretty girl,in particular,
Doctor
Nor fifty thousand dollars ?" ad-
ded the doctor, pronouncing the three
momentous words i'll manner that
made them sound very weighty in
deed.
Il would not object to the fifty
thousand dollars in itself, Sir but as
merely an appendage to Miss Brad
bury"
Il believe the boy is crazyr' ejacu-
lated DR.. Darling. "Wcil, well, as
the Scotch proverb has it,
i wlfal man IN naun hae hi. way
And l will interfere no further. BY
the way, Harry"
Yes, Sir:"
"Yoa are going to the city this al
ternoon -
That is my intention, Sir"
stop at Dcpicrre's. will you. and
leave Mrs Dar!ing's pearl brooch Ia
be mendcd. | ought TO have doue i;
week ago, but q man can't think o!
every thing
"Ccrta;nly, Doctor" and Harry de-
posted the pearl brooch-an old fash
ioned ornament OF massive gold, Sc;
with tiny seed pearls, in his waist coat
pocket"
Rather a careless way to carry
jewclry, young man s. sad DIR. Dar
ling, e!evating hls eyebrows.
~Oh, never lose anything" Harry
| asserted, in an oif.hand sort of way
The morning sun WAS casting bright
pickering threads OF gold across the
kitchen iioor; the morning glorics ant
MADEIRA vines, trained across the case
ment, stirred softly III the mid-Jull
air, and Ursula Percy. Mrs. Dunning'i
orphan niece, was busy doing up
black berries.
Fresh as rose, with hazel eyes
softencd to intense blaekness at timei
by the shadow of their long laShcs
and smiling scarlet lips, she stooe
! there-her calico dress concealed bj
the house-wifcly apron Of white di
minity that was tied round her waist
and her black curls tucked remorselN
back OF her ears-lookiug demurel,
into the bubbling depths of the pre-
serving kettle, like a beautiful parad.
OH one OF the witches in Macbeth :;
while on the Whitley secured pine ia
ble beyond a glittering tin vessel wa
upheaped with the glittering jet-blacI
fruit, each separate berry flashing lax
the eye of an Oriental belle.
Ursula !"
The pretty young girl started, Yer.
nearly dropping her skinner into tn
preserving kettle.
"How you startled me, Harry"
Harry advanced into the kitchen
with an admirin9 look at the brigh
face, flushed with little blush and
good deal of stove heat.
You are always at work, Ursula
II have got to work, Harry, to ear
my own living" Ursula answered
with slight uplifting of her exquisit
black brows. Il am net an heires
like Miss Bradbury"
"Confound Miss Bradbury p or
hero exclaimed. 81 hear nothing br
Miss Bradbury the whole time"
'She is very sweet young lad.
Harry" said Ursula, in mild reprovin
ccents.
Il dare say; but-what a nice lot {
bIackberries you have here, to be SUR
Ursula Z"
"Forty quarts" said Ursula, d.
murely. Aunt Darling always el
joys them so much in the Winter"
Harry put honey-sweet globul
of frnit in his mouth.
"Black berries are beautiful frui
Ursula"
VERY" and Miss Percy skimme
diligently away at the bubbling ca
dron.
Especially when you are doin
them up" added the young M, u
with rather a clumsy effort at compl
ment.
Ursula did not answer.
Harry walked up to the range an
took both her hands in his.
Harry, don't! The berries wi
burn p
LET them burn; who cares z"
"What do you want p she aske
struggling ilnpotently to escape, ar
and laughing in spite OF the grave loe
she would fain have assumed.
"To see your eyes, Ursula"