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

lost anything. So the brooch is
gone, eh 20
Eyes, sir, itis gone. But Mrs.
Darling may rest assured" Harry
added, with a glance toward that la
dy, ''that will replace it ct the very
earliest opportunity"
"Oh, it's of no consequence at
all % said Mrs. Darling, with coun-
tcnance that said plainly il was of the
very greatest consequence "Per-
haps we shall find it somewhere A
bout the house."
But the days slipped by, one by
one, and the doom of the pearl
brooch remained involved in the
deepest mystery. Harry Clifford
bought another and presented 10
to Mrs. Darling, with q little COM
plimentary speech. Mrs Darling
laughed, and pinned It into the folds
of the thread lnce barb she wore at
her throat.
ssBut it's so strange what can
have become of the otherp said
Mrs. Darling. o 81 400
1t was in the golden month Of
September that the old doctor and
Mrs. Darling nfrde up their minds
to invite Miss Rradburyto to tea.
"We'll have pound cake and pre-
served blaekberries,D said Mrs.
Darling, who always looked at the
material side of things.
"And If Harry don't come 20
terms now, he never will" added
her husband, who didn't.
sGet out the best china and the
chased silver tea service, Ursula"
said Mrs. Darling. .f d. eaf f...s..r
"And wear your pink French ca
lico, child it's the most becoming
dress you have,p said her uncle,
with a flowing glance at the bright
little brunette. nt r l1
And Ursula Perry obeyed both
of their mandates. raf
Miss Bradbury came-a hand
some, snowy young lady, with =
smooth "society" manner that made
Ursula feel herself very countryfed
and common indeed
delicious preserves these ~ said
Miss Bradbury.
'sThey are of Ursula's making"
said Mrs. Darling. And Harry Cliff
ford passed his plate for a second
II remember the day they were
brewed or baked. or whatever it is
you cali }" said he, with an arch
glance at Ursula
Suddenly old DR.. Darling grew
purple in the face, and began to
cough violently. Every one started
up.
ssHe's swallowed the SPOON" cried
Miss Bradbury.
"Oh, ohlh he's got the apoplexy"
screamed Mrs Darling Historically
'-Unclei dearest uncle !" piped up
poor little Ursula, vaguely catching
al glass of water.
But DIR. Darling recovered with
out any more disastrous symptoms
at isn't the spoon, aud / don't
come Of an apoplectic family" said
he. but upon my word, this is
about the biggest blackberry i ever
came perilously near swallowing -
And he held out his wife's pearl
brooch, boiled up in the blackber-
ries.
There was a momentary silence
around the table and then il was
broken by Mrs. Darling one of
those blessed old ladies WHO never
see an inch beyond their own spec
tacled noses.
"My goodness gracious ~ said
Mrs. Darling; chow could Il ever
have come into the preserved black
berries. don't see
'tBut dow said DIR. Darling,
looking provokingly knowing.
"Yes see good many things now
that didn't see before"
And Harry, glancing across the
table at Ursula, was somewhat con-
soled to perceive that her check was
shade more scarlet, If that were
possible, than his own.
He followed the old doctor into
his Office whom the evening meal was
concluded. Ursula did not know
how she ever would have lived
through it, were il not for Mrs. Dar-
ling's delightful Obtuseness, and
Sophy Bradbury's surface-charm of
manner-and plunged boldly into
the matter. M
Doctor" he began valiantly;
but the old gentleman interrupted
him.
ssThere's no need of any explana-
ton, my boy" he said. 81 know
now why YOU didn't want 10 marry
Miss Bradbury, and l don't say that
l blame you much only came very
uC1l CA4Ohruh W ACotn WIN OAuAAo =
blackberry jam 70
And DIR. Darling laughed again
until, had his spouse been present,
she would surely have thought a
second attack of apoplexy among
the inevitables.
"Little Ursula" he added, twho
would have thought of il Well,
you shall have my blessing" a
The pearls were all discolored,
and the gold of the old fashioned
brooch tarnished with the alchemy
OF cooking; but Ursula keeps that
old ornament yet, more tenderly
treasured than all the modern knick-
lInacks with which her young hus-
band loads her toilet table. And
every year, when she preserves
blaekberries, DIR. Darling comes TO
tea, and makes ponderous witticisms,
and pretends to search in the crystal
preserve dish for a 'fboiled broochl'
But, then, jolly old gentlemen will
have their jokes.