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

Yet sweet tho wind blew from tho Soulful
And when the wind brought welcome rain,
sbe s.n savor risnlpg sa io,T;ly, ,;i,,p pacing slowly
But only-n lone orchard lane,
SWhero she hadwaited til I'm yaini
fss Aststn
PEARLS AND BLAcKBERR1Es.
ssNo.'' said DR.. Darling, slowly, no
I can't believe the evidence of NV own
Senses" And rs he enunciated the
words with impressive distinctnoss he
looked solemnly at Harry Clifford.
He might have found worse.lookinp
individual to fix his regards upon than
this young M. D., who had taken his
hrst season in bones, muoles md human
anatomy, with the therapeutics belong
ing thereto, in the little Office across
the hall, and was just preparing to hang
mp a shingle ef his own; for Harry
Clifford was tall and shapely, with red
brown hair and huge auburn mus
teche, and merry eyes that laughed like
springs OF water in the sunshine.
DR.. Darling took off his speotacles,
folded them, and deliberately placed
them IN their case, still without taking
his eyes from his neophyte. Harry
Clifford smiled; but he looked little
embarrassed, Notwithstanding.
She would have you in minute, if
you were to propose" I" pursued DIR. Dar:
ling, dropping great red hot splashes of
sealing-wax over n sheet of blotting-
paper, and stamping them with his
monogram seal in an aimless sort of
way;
want to PROPOSE" said Harry. staring
at the intertwined d. J. DIS as if thew
were the most interesting things in the
svopl
9ou Ss don't want pretty girl for q
"Not that pretty girl in particular,
= Nor fifty thousand dollars ?" added
the doctor, pronouncing the three mo-
mentous words in q manner that made
them sound very weighty indeed.
would not object to the fifty thou-
sand dollars in itself. sir; but, MS a mere
appendage to Miss Bradbury"
IL believe the boy is crazy" ejacu-
lated DR.. Darling. "Well, we'll, MS the
Scotch proverb has it, a wilfu' man
maun hae his way and I shall inter
fere no farther. BY the way, Harry
Yes, sir ?"
noonp" 81 '' 't''' ''''''A
"Ihat is my present intention, sir. .
Stop at Depierre's, will you, and
leave Mrs. Darling's pearl brooch to be
mended. 1 ought to have done it a
week ago, but man can't think OF
everything"
"Certainly, doctor )" and Harry Clif-
t9rd deposited the pearl broooh-an
oid-fashioned ornament of massive gold.
set with tiny seed-pearls in his waist.
coat pocket. ''-''
Rather careless way to carry
iewelry, young man." sill Dr.. Dariino
elevatlng his eyebrows.
The morning sun was casting bright.
hlckering threads of gold across the
kitchen floor the morning -glories and
Madeira vines, trained across the case.
ment, stirred softly in the mild Ju}v
air; and Ursula Percy, Miss Darling's
orphan niece, was busy "doing up
blackberries.
Fresh as q rose, with hazel eyes, soft
ened to intense blackness at Zines by
the shadow of their long lashes, and
smiling scarlet lips, she stood there
her calico dress concealed by the house
wifely apron of white dimity that was
tied round her waist, and her black
curls tucked remorselessly back of her
ears-looking demurely into the bnb.
bling depths of the preserving kettle.
like beautiful parody on one of the
witches in Macbeth :" while on the
whitely-scoured pine-table beyond n
glittering tin vessel was uplleaped with
the beautiful jet black fruit, each sep.
arate berry flashing like the eye of nm
oriental belle.
Ursula |"
The pretty. young girl storted, very
nearly dropping her Skinner into the
preservinglkettle.
"How you startled mo, Harry"
Harry advanced into the kitchen,
with an admiring look at the bright
lace flushed with little blush and n
good deal OF stove heat.
You are always at work, Ursula"
have got to work, Harry, to earn
my own living" Ursula Percy answered,
with slight uplifting of her exquisite
black brows. "I am not nm heiross
Like Miss Bradbury"
~ ssUonfound Miss Bradbury" eycla;m-
ed onr hero. 81 hear nothing but Miss
Bradbury the whole time"
She is very sweet young ladv.
Harry" said Ursula, in mildly reproy.
ing accents.
81 dare say; but-what lot of
blackberfies you have here, to be sure,
Ursula,
"Forty quarts" said Ursula, demure-