Weekly Trinity journal., 1874-08-29

black brows. 81 am not an heiress like
Miss Bradbury"
Confound Miss Bradbury" exclaim-
ed our hero. a. hear nothing but Miss
Bradbury the whole time"
"She is sweet young lady, Harry"
said Ursula, in mildly reproving accents.
" dare say but-what lot of black
berries you have here, to be sure, Ur-
sula."
" Forty quarts" said Ursula, demure-
ly. "Aunt Darling always enjoys them
so much in winter"
Harry put honey-sweet globule of
fruit into his mouth.
Blackberries are beautiful fruit, Ur-
sula."
Very" and Miss Percy skinned dill
igently away at the bubbling cauldron.
" Especially when you are doing them
up" added the young NJ. D., with rath-
er clumsy effort at compliment.
Ursula did not answer. Harry walked
up to the range and took both her hands
in his.
" Harry, DON'T tho berries will burn"
Let 'em burn, then who caresY"
" But what do you want?" she asked,
struggling impotontly to escape, and
laughing in spite of the grave look she
fain would have assumed.
" To see your eyes, Ursula"
She lifted the soft hazel orbs to his face,
then withdrew them with sudden shy
ness.
"Do you know what answer read
from those eyes, dearest?" he whispered,
after moment or two of silence, broken
only by the Kissing and simmering of
the boiling blackborries.
"No."
" l read yes -
"Oh, Harry, I dare not. Uncle and
aunt are so determined you shall marry
Miss Bradbury"
"And l am so determined not to marry
her. Is II man TO be given away rs if he
were house and lot, or bundle of old
clothes, | should like to knowP Ursu-
Ia"
" Harry, they are burning am sure
of it. / can smell them. Oh, do let go
of my hands ~
Harry Clifford deity seized up the big
iron spoon, and stirred the boiling depths
vigorously.
ITS all your imagination, Ursula"
No, it's not and if they ARE the least
bit scorched they will bo spoiled for
Aunt Darling"
But, Ursula"
The crealting sound Of an opening door
t beyond suddenly dissolved the toto a fefr
Ursula almost pushed Harry Clifford out
of the kitchen.
" You'll be on the piazza tonight when
they have gone to the concort?" he per-
sisted, asking through tho crack in tho
door.
" Yes, Yes, anything-everything on
ly gow
And Harry went, beginning to realize
that lovemaking and preserving do not
assimilate.
" Your pearl brooch, my dcar2 Oh, j
remember now. ! gave il 10 Harry
moro than week ago TO have mended.
E dare say il is done by this timer" and
DR.. Darling turned expectantly to our
hero.
"I-Im very sorry" began Harry;
"but the brooch disappeared in the most
unaccountable manner from my vest
pocket. | know put it there"
" Yes" dryly interrupted the elder
gentleman, remember seeing you put
it there, and you assured mo at the time
that you never lost anything. So the
brooch is gone, eh2"
"Yes, sir, it is gone. But Mrs. Oar
ling may rest assured" Harry added,
with glance toward that lady, that |
will replace it at the first opportunity"
"Oh, is is of no consequence at all ~
said Mrs. Darling, with n countonance
that said plainly, IL is Of the very great
est consequence, "perhaps we shall find
it somewhere in the house." Blu. the
days slipped by, one by one, and the
doom of the pearl brooch remained in
volved in the deepest mystery. Harry
Clifford bought another one and present
ed it to Mrs. Darling, with n little COM
plimentary speech. Mrs. Darling laugh
ed and pinned il into tho folds of the
; barb she wore at her throat.
"But it is so strange what can have
become Of the other" said Mrs. Darling.
1t was the month of September that the
old Doctor and Mrs. Darling made up
, their minds to invite Miss Bradbury to
tea.
, We will have pound cake and pre-
/, served black berries" said Mrs. Darling,
, who always looked at the material side
of things.
r "And If Harry don't come to terms
now, he never WILL" added her husband,
who didn't.
" Get ont the best china and the chased
silver tea-servce, Ursula" said Mrs.
, Darling.
"And wear your pink French calico,
child its the most becoming dress you
have" said her uncle, with loving
glance Mt the bright little brunette.
And Ursula Percy obeyed both their
mandates.
Miss Bradbury came - a handsome,
: snowy lady, with smooth society man
ner that made Ursula feel herself very
countri6ed and common indeed.
! Delicious preserves these," said Miss