The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1871-09-30
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PEARLS AND sEAcKBnRRIas.

he enunciated the Wor0o with Impressive ais
tinctness he looked solemnly 1T Harry Clifford.
He might have found Q worse looking individ-
usl to fix his regards upon than this young n.
D., who had taken his first lesson in bones. mus
s3es and human anatomy, With the therapeutics
Belonging thereto, in the little ONCE across the
hall, and Was just preparing to hang up shinRle
Il his own; for Harry Clifford was tall and
hapely, with redbrown hair and huge aubarn
Aoustache, and merry eyes that laughed like
Qrings of water in the sundhine.
DR.. Darling took of his spectacles, folded them
and deliberately placed them in their case. still
without ticking his eyes from his neophyte.
H4ray Clifford smiled but he looked . little
snbarrssed notwithstanding.
''She would have you in minute, 1t you were
70 PROPOSE" pursued DR.. Darling, dropping great
hot splashes of sealing.wax over n sheet Of blot
ting paper, and stamping them with his mono
gram seal in aimless sort of a way.
"Yes; but tell you. sir don't want to pro-
pose" said Harry, staring at the interwined ID.
J. DIS as if they were the most interesting things
in the world
"You don't want pretty girl for wife"
"Not that pretty girl in particular, doctor"
"Nor fifty Thousand doliars?" added the dso-
tor, pronouncing the three nomentous words in
amanner that made them sound very weighty
indeed, t.H" "a ..G
81 would not object to the fifty thousand dol.
Lars itself, sir; but as mere appendage to Miss
Bradbury-" ---. -.
II believe the boy is crazy calculated DR..
Darling. Well, we'll, as the Scotch proverb has
Il, q willful man maun hae HE way and shall
interfere no farther. By.the.wsy. Harry"
Eyes, sirr' rs. N., 1
t"You are going to the city this afternoon p
"Thst is my present intention, sir.
''Stop at Depierre's, will you, and leave Mrs.
Darling's pearl brooch to be mended. I ought
70 have done it a week ago; but q man cant
thint of everything"
"Uertainly, Doctor" aud Harry Clifford depos.
tied the pearl broch-an old fashioned ornament
Of massive gold, set With tiny seed-pearls IN his
waist coat pocket.
"Rathsr careless way to carry jevelry, young
man r. said Dr. Darling, elevAtipg his eyebrows.
''Oh. never lose anythtng!" asserted Harry
in an of-hard sort of = way.
The morning sun was casting bright. flicker.
ing threads of gold across the kitchen door; the
Inorning.glories and MADEIRA vines, fainsd across
the easement, stirred softly 10 the Mid-July air
and Ursula Pescy, Mrs Dunaing's orphan nelce,
was busy "doing up" blaskberries.
Fresh as q rose, with hazel eyes softened to in.
tense blackuess at times by the shadow Of their
long lashes, and smiling, scarlet lips, sue stood
there-her calico dress concealed by the house.
Wifely apron Of white dimity that was tied round
her waist, and her black ourls tackled rsmorsely
back Of her esrs-looking demurey into the hub.
bling depths Of the preserving kettle, like beau
tifui parody on Qua of the witches in Macbeth"
while on the Whitley secured pine table beyond
eglittering tin vessel was apheaped with the
beautiful jet black fruit, each separate berry
flashing like the eye of an Oriental belle.
"Ursula!"
The pretty young girl started, very nearly
dropping the skinner into the preserving kettle.
chow you startled me. Harry !"
Harry advanced into the kitchen, with an I'D.
miriug look ct the bright face, flushed with
little blush and good deal Of stove heat.
""You are always at work, Ursula!"
II have got to work, Harry. to earn my own
living" Ursula answered, with q slight uplift-
ing Of her exquisite black brows: II am not al
heiress like Miss Bradbury"
'Confound Miss Bradbury" exclaimed our
here: Il hear nothing but Miss Bradbury tic
whole time" 81
"She is a very sweet young lady, Harry" ssid
Ursula in mildly reprovisg accent. ~
II dare say: but-wkst lot Of blsokberTies
You have here, to be sure, UrsusP" 49,
"Forty quarts" said Ursula, demurely, 'tAnet
Darling always enjoys them 80 much in the VIA.
tor" ....ef .t.s
Harry put houey.sweet globule Of fruit in
his mouth. i.... W
"Blackberries are beautiful fruit Ursula"
Every" and Miss Percy SKINNED diligently
away at the bubbing oaldron.
"Espeeially when yoa are doing them up" ad.
dsd the young M. D., with rather Quincy effort
st compliment. .'..
Ursula did not answer. Harry walked up to
the range and took both hands in biz.
"Hsrry, don't! The berries will burn
"Let them burn, then; who osres2"
':But what do you want ?" she asked, strug.
Cling impotenty to escape, and laughing in spite
ofthe grave look she fain would have assumed.
ITO ses your eyes, Ursula" lttfit
She lifted the soft hazel orbs to bis face; then
withdrew them with sudden shyness.
"Do you know what answer read in those
eyes, dearest 2" he whispered, after moment or
two Of silence, broken only BY the kissing and
simmering of the boiling blackberries.
"No" N~
II read yes"
"Oh, Harry. dare NOT, Uncle and aunt arc
% determined you shall marry M,ss Bradbury"
"And sm SO determined not 10 marry her. |
Il man to be given sway rs if he were house
and lot, or bundle Of old clothes, should like
to knowp Ursula"
"Harry, they are burning an, sure Of it. I |
Can smell them. Oh, do lot go my hsnds!"
Harry Clifford directly seized up the big iron |
spoon, and stirred the boiling depths vigorously.
Its all your imagination, Ursuls."
''No, it's not and il they are the least bit |
scorched they will be spoiled for Aunt Darling"
"But, Ursula"
The creaking sound Of an opening doc, beyond,
suddenly dissolved the "tete tste." Ursula III.
most pushed Harry out Of the kitchen.
"Yonll be GU the piazza tonight when they
have all gone to the concert z! he persisted in ask.
ing through the crack in the door
"Yes, yes, snythine-everythinv; only vo!"
And Harry went, beginning to realize that
love-msking and preserving do not as.imil,ts.
"Y0ur pearl brooch my dear? Oh remember |