Whig and tribune. [volume] (Jackson, Tenn.) 1870-1877, 1871-09-16
PEARLS AND BLACKBERRIEs.

distinctness he looked solemnly at
Harry Clifford.
He might have found a worse look
ing individual TO fix his regards u
pom than this young NJ D., who had
taken his first lessons in bones, mus
cIes. and human anatomy, with the
therapeutics belonging thereto, in
the little Office across the hall, and
was just preparing to hang up a
shingle of his own; for Harry Cliff
ford was tall and shapely, with red
brown hair and a huge auburn mus
tache, and merry eyes that laughed
like springs OF water in the sun
shine.
DIR. Darling took or his speetaeles,
folded them, and deliberately placed
them in their case, still without TAX
ing his eyes from his neophyte. Har-
~ Clifford smiled but he looked a
little embarrassed, notwithstand-
HShe would have you in a minute.
if YOU were to propose" pursued
DR.. Darling, dropping great red-hot
splashes of sealing wax over a sheet
ofwriting paper, and stamping them
with his monogram seal in an aim
less sort of way.
ssYes but / tell You, sir, l don't
want 10 propose" said Harry star
ing al the fntertWined D. y. ID. 3 as
if they were the most interesting
things in the world.
'sYou don't want a pretty girl for
a wife ?''
'.Not that pretty girlin particular,
doctor.
eENor fifty thousand dollars ?'' adj
ded the doctor, pronouncing the
three mOmentous words in a man
ner that made them sound very
weighty indeed.
"Iwould not object to the fifty
thousand dollars in itself, sir; but
as a mere appendage to Miss Brad
bury"
al belive the boy is crazy" " ejacn-
lated DIR. Darling. s.Well, well, as
the Scotch proverb has ii, "A willful
man maun hae his way and l shall
interfere no further. By-thc-wayi
Harry"
ssYes, sir?''
''YOu are going to the city this
afternooRP,
"That is my present intention,
sir. +"
ssStop at Depierre's win you, and
leave Mrs. Darling's pearls brooch
to be mended. / ought TO have done
il a week ago; but man can't think
of everything.
Certainly, Doctor" and Harry
Clifford deposited the pearl brooch
an oldfashioned ornament of mas
siVe gold, set with tiny seed pearls
lin his waiscoat pocket.
"RatheI a careless way to carry
jeWelry, young man" said DIR. Dar-
ling, elevating his eyebrows.
"Oh, never lose anything!" as
serted Harry, in an otf-hand sort OF
way.
The morning sun was casting
bright, Pickering threads of gold a
cross the kitchen floor the morning
glorious and Madeira vines, trained
across the easement, stirred softly in
the mid-July air and Ursula Percy,
Mrs. Duning's. orphan nelce, was
busy 'fdoing up" blackberries.
Fresh as a rose, with hazel eyes,
softened to intense blakness at times
by the shadow of their long lashes,
and smiling scarlet lips, she stood
there-her calico dress concealed by
the housewifely apron Of white di-
mitY that was tied round her waist,
and her black curls tucked remosely
back of her ears-looking demurely
into the bnbbling depths of the pre-
serving kettle, like beautiful paro-
dy on one of the witches in ''Mac-
beth ;" while on the whitley secured
pine table beyond a glittering tin
vessel was upheaped with the beau
tiful jet-black fruit each separate
berry flashing like the eye of an o.
riental belle.
3Ursula"
The pretty young girl started.
very nearly dropping her skinner
into the preserving kettle.
GLOW you startled me, Harryi',
Harry advanced into the kitchen.
with an admiring look at the bright
face, flushed with little blush and
a good deal of stove heat.
"You are always at word, UIsu-
Ia"
81 have got to work, Harry, to
earn my own living" Ursula Perry
answered, with slight uplifting of
her exquisite black brows; 81 am
not an heiress, like Miss Bradbury"
"Confound Miss Bradbury 20 ex-
claimed our hero. 81 hear nothing
but Miss Bradbury the whole time. T"
eHShe is a very sweet young lady,
Harry" " said Ursula, in mildly re-
proving accents.
81 dare say; but-what lot of
= l. ha, v~ofr houa h0pn hn
sure, Ursula 20
Forty quarts" said Ursula, de
murely. "Aunt Darling always en-
joys them so much in the winter"
Harry put hOney-sweet globule OF
fruit into his mouth.
"Blackberries are beautiful
fruit, Ursula"
Every - and Miss Perry SKINNED
diligently away at the bubbling cal
dron.
ESPECIALLY when YOU are doing
them up" added the young NJ. D.,
with rather a clumsy effort at COM
pliment.
Ursula did not answer. Harry
walked up TO the range and took
both her hands in his.
"Harry don't! The burries will
burn"
'Let 'em burn, then, who caresg'i
''But what do you want 2" she
asked, struggling impotently To
escape, and laughing in spite of the
grave look she fain would have as
sumed.
''To see your eyes, Ursula"
She lifted the soft hazel orbs 10
his face, then withdrew them with
sudden sbyness-
''Do you know what answer read
in those eyes, dearest Z" he whisper
ed, after a moment or two Of ST
lence, broken only by the kissing
and simmering of the boiling black
berries.
ssNo."
al read yes ~
"Oh, Harry, l dare not. Uncle
aud aunt are so determined you
shall marry Miss Bradbury"
"And / am so determined not to
marry her. Is a man to be given a
way as ifhe were a house and lot
or bundle of old clothes, should
like to knowl Ursula"
.'Harry, they are burning, l am
sure oft. can smell them. Oh,
do let go nay handw
Harry Clifford deity seized up
the big iron spoon and stirred the
boiling depths vigorously.
''It'g all your Imagination, Ursu-
lap
'ENo, it's not; and if they are the
least bit scorched- they will be spoil
ed for Aunt Darling ~
''But Ursula"
The creaking soud of an opening
door beyond suddenly dissolved the
tete tete. Ursula almost pushed
Harry Clifford out of the kitchen.
you'll be on the piazza tonight
when they have all gone to the con-
cert ?" he persisted in asking
through the crack in the door.