The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1874-11-06
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Pearls and Blackberries.

"No," said DR.. Darling, slowly,
"no; l can't believe the evidence of
my own senses" And as he enunci-
ated the words with impressive dis
tinctness he looked solemnly at Har
ry Clifford.
He might have found a worse
looking individual to fix his regards
upon than this young NJ. D., who
had taken his first season in bones,
muscles and human anatomy, with
the therapeutics belonging thereto,
in the little office across the hall,
and was just preparing to hang out
g shingle OF his ewn; for Harry
Clifford was tall and shapely, with
red brown hair, and huge auburn
mustRche, and merry eyes that
laughed like springs of water in
sunshine.
Mr.. Darling took off his spccta-
cles, folded them, and deliberately
placed them in their case, without
taking his eyes from his neophyte.
Harry Clifford smiled, but he looked
a little embarrassed, notwithstand-
ing.
'She would have you in a minute,
if you were to propose" pursued DR..
Darling, dropping great red-hot
splashes of sealing-Wax over blot
ter in an aimless sort Of way.
eyes, but 1 tell you, sir, that 1
don't want to propose" said Harry,
staring at the 1ntertWined D. 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 dollars? "
added the Doctor, pronOuncing the
three momentous words in a manner
that made them seem very weighty
indeed.
"I would not object to the fifty
thousand dollars in itself, sir, but as
mere appendage to Miss Brad
bury"
81 believe the boy is crazy" ejac-
ulated DIR. Darling. "Wel, well, as
the Scotch proverb has it, "a willfu'
man maun hae his way and l shall
interfere no farther. BY the way,
Harry"
eyes, sir?"
"You are going to the city this
afternoon2"
THAT is my present intention,
sir"
"Stop at Debierre's will you, and
leave Mrs. Darling's pearl brooch to
be mended. 1 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 fashioned ornament of mas
sive gold set with tiny seed pearls
in his waistcoat pocket.
"Rather careless way to carry
iewelry, young man." said DR.. Darl-
ing, eleyating his eyebrows.
The morning sun was casting
bright, Pickering threads of gold
across the kitchen floor; the morn
ling glories and Madeira vines, train
ed across the easement, stirred soft
Ilv in the mid July air; and Ursuls
Percy, Mrs. Darling's orphan niece
was busy "doing up blackberries.'
0Do you know what answer l reaC
from those eyes, dearest? he whis
pered, after a moment or two o
silence, broken only by the kissing
and simmering of the blackberries
"No."
81 reed yes.''
go, Harry, I dare not. Uncle ant
aunt are SO determined you shall
marry Miss Bradbury"
"And 1 am so determined not t.
marry her. Is a man to be giVel
away as if he were a house and lot
or a bundle of old clothes, I shoul
like to know? Ursula-"
'Harry, they are burning; l an
sure of it. can smell them. o, d
let go of my hands"
Harry Clifford deity siezed u
Fresh as a rose, with hazel eyes
softened to intense blackness
times by the shadow Of their lon
llashes, and smiling scarlet lips, sh
stood there-her calico dress col
cealed by the housewifely apron o
white dimity that was tied aroun
her waist, and her black curls tucke
remorselessly back of her ears
looking demurely into the depths c
the preserving kettle, like a beaut
full parody on one of the witches /
Macbeth; while on the whitley
secured pine table beyond, glittol
ing tin vessel was upheaped with tn
Jet black fruit, each separate berr
flashing like the eye of an Orient'
belle.
"Ursula!"
The pretty young girl started
very nearly dropping her skimm'
into the preserving kettle.
"How you startled me, Harry"
Harry advanced into the kitche'
with an admiring look into I'll
bright face flushed with little blus
and a great deal Of stove heat.
'You are always at work, Ursula
81 have got to work, Harry,
earn my own living" Ursula PERI
answered, with a slight uplifting
] her exquisite black broWs. a
mot an heiress like Miss Bradbury