Orangeburg times. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1872-1875, 1874-09-10

Harry put honey-sweet globule cf
fruit into his mouth. 4.
|" Blackberries are beautiful fruit,
Ursu!a."
"very !" and Miss Percy SKINNED
diligently away at the bubbling caul-
dron. 9ISl
!" Especially when You are doing them
up" added the young NJ. D., with
rather o clumsy effort at compliment.
Ursula did not answer. Harry walked
up to the range and took both her hands
in his.
g Harry, don't; the berries will burn. .
"Let 'em burn, then; who cares 2"
But what do you want ?" she asked,
struggling impotently to escape, and
laughing in spite Of the grave look she
fain would have assumed.
10 see your eyes, Ursula"
"S1e lifted the soft hazel orbs to his
face, then Withdrew them with suddea
shyness.
"Do you know what answer I read
from those eyes, dearest ?" he whisper
ed, after moment or two of silence,
broken only by tho kissing and simmer
ing of the boiling blackberries.
"No."
"I read yesl'
go, Harry, / dare not. Uncle and
aunt are 30 determined you shall marry
Miss Bradbury"
And I am 80 determined not to mar
ry her. lis man to be given away as
if he were house and lot, or bundle
of old clothes, / should like to know |?
Ursula"
Sc Harry, they are burning !; 7 am sure
of it. / can smell them. o, do let go
of my hands -
Harry Clifford deftly seized up the
big iron spoon, and stirred the boiling
depths vigorously.
It's NIL your imagination, Ursula" !"
No, it's not; and if they are the
least bit scorched they will be spoiled
for Aunt Darling"
"But, Ursula"
The creaking sound of an opening
door beyond. suddenly dissolved tho
tete.a-tete. Ursula almost pushed Har-
ry Clifford out of the kitchen.
You'll be on the piazza tonight
when they have gone to the concert p"
he persisted, asking through the crack
in the dool.
only gol"
And Harry went, beginning to realize
that love-making and preserving do not
assimilate.
:" Your pearl brooch, my dear? o, L
remember now. II gave it to Harry
more than a week ago to have menied.
1 dare say it is done by this time ?"
and DR.. Darling turned expectantly to
our hero.
"I-Tm very sorry" began Harry !:
but the brooch disappeared in the
most unaccountable manner from nv
vest pocket. I know I put it there"
+" Yes" dryly interrupted the elder
gentleman, "I remember seeing You
put it there, and you assured me at the
time that you never lost anything. So
the brooch is gone, eh ?"
eyes, sir, it is gone. But Mrs. Darl-
ing may rest assured" Harry added.
with glance towards that lady. "that
/ will replace it at the earliest oppor.
tunity."
so, it is of no consequence at all =,
said Mrs. Darling, with n countenance
that said plainly, it is of the very great.
est consequence, "perhaps we shall
find it somewhere in 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
it to Mrs. Darling with little compli-
mentary speech. Mrs. Darling LAUGHED
and pinned it into the folds of the
thread lace barb she wore Mt her throat
"But it is SO strange what can have
become Of the other I" said Mrs. Darl-
ing.
It was in the month of September
that the old doctor and Mrs. Darling
made up their minds to invite Miss
Bradbury to tea.
"We will have n pound cake and pre-
served bleckberries," said Mrs. Darling.
who always looked at the material side
of things.
"And if Harry don't como to terms
now, he never will, added her husband.
who didn't.
"Get ont the best china, and the
chased silver tea service, Ursula" said
Mrs. Darling.
And wear your pink French calico.
child :; it's tho most becoming dress YOU
have" said her uncle, with a loving
glance at the bright little brunette. .
And Ursula Percy obeyed both their
mandates.
"Miss Bradbury came-a handsome.
snowy lady, with smooth "sooiety''
manner that made Ursula feel herself
Very conntrified and common indeed.
!" Delicious preserves these II said
Miss Bradbury.
"Thcy aro of Ursula's making" said
Mrs. Darling. And Harry Clifford
passed his plato for second supply.
II rcmember the day they we're
brewed, or baked, or whatever it is you
cnll it. aaid he with an arnl, ntlnnno o4