The Louisiana cotton-boll. [volume] (Vermilionville [i.e. Lafayette], Attakapas, La.) 1872-1883, 1874-09-16
PEARLS AND BbAoKBERR1Es.

PEARLS AND BLACKBERRIEs.
No" said DIR. Darling, slowly, "no
/ can't believe the evidence of my owl
senses. And as he enumerated tht
looked solemnly at Harry Clifford.
He might have found worse-lookine
individual to FIX his regards upon thar
this young M. d., who had taken hit
first season in bones, mucles and human
anatomy, with the therapeutics belong
ing thereto, in the little Office across
The hall, and was just preparing to hang
up shingle Of his own for Harry
Clifford was tall and shapely, with red
brown hair and huge auburn mus,
tache, and merry eyes that laughed like
springs of water in the sunshine.
DR. Darling took off his spectacles,
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 q minute, il
you were to propose" pursued DIR. Oar
ling, dropping great red-hot splashes OF
| sealing-wax over q sheet Of blotting.
paper, and stamping them with his
monogram seal in an aimless sort OF
way.
6Yes but I tell you, sir, / don't
want TO PROPOSE" said Harry, staring
at the intertwined d. j.. ID. g as IL they
were the most interesting things in che
world.
" You don't want pretty girl for q
wife?"
" Not that pretty girl in particular,
doctor"
Nor fifty thousand dollars ?" added
the doctor, pronouncing the three mo-
mentous words in a manner that made
them sound very weighty indeed.
4 sIwOHld not object to the Fifty thou.
sand dollars in itself, sir but, as mere
appendage to Miss Bradbury"
e I believe the boy is crazy" eiacu.
1 lated DR.. Darling. "Wel1, well, as the
Scotch proverb has it, a wilfu' mar
maun hae his way, and l shall inter.
fere no farther. by the way, Harry
6 Yes, sir p
You are going to the city this after
noon2"
eThat is my present intention, sir.
g Stop at Depierres, will you, and
leave Mrs, Darling's pearl brooch to bt
mended. / ought to have done il I
week ago, but man can't think d
everything"
nCertainly, doctor !" and Harry Olif
ford deposited the pearl broochar
old-fashfoned ornament of massive gold
SET with tiny seed-peerls-in his waist
coat pocket.
4 Rather careless way to carry
iewelry, young man, said DR.. Darling
elevating his eyebrows. IA.
The morning sun WAS casting bright
/ fiiekering threads of gold across The
kitchen floor the morning glories anc
Madeira vines, trained across the case
ment, stirred softly in the mild July
air; and Ursula Percy, Miss DarliDg'i
orphan niece, was busy " doing uI
blaokberries.
Fresh as a rose, with hazel eyes, soft
ened Go intense blackness at times by
the shadow OF their long lashes, anC
smiling scarlet lips, she stood there
her calico dress concealed by the house
wifelv apron OF white dimity that wa
tipt7 round. her waist, and her blaol
curis tucked reaorselessly back OF hel
earB-looking demurely into the bub
bling depths OF the preserving kettle
like beautiful parody on one OF th'
witches in Macbeth;" while on th'
4 whitely-seoured pine-table beyond
rlitterinR tin vessel was dpheaped with
| the beautiful iet-black fruit, each sep
arate berry flashing like the eye OF al
oriental belle.
The pretty young girl started, very
nearly dropping her SKINNER INTO tn'
| preserving kettle.
Chow Won startled me, Harry.
Harry advanced into the kitchen
with an admiring look at the briRh
i face flushed with little blush and
| good deal of stove heat.
You are always at work, Ursula.
"I have got TO work, Harry, to earn
my own living, " Ursula Percy answered
4 with slight uplifting OF her exqulslt'
4 black br0ws. I am not an helres
like Miss Bradbury"
aConfound Miss Bradbury II exelalm
"a our hero. "I hear nothing but Mis-
Bradbury the whole time.
"She IL q very sweet young lady
\ Harry" said Ursula, in mildly reproy
ing accents.
sT dare say but-what lot 0
blackberries You have here, to be sure
Ursula.
Z stFopty quaxts," snis Ufsula, demure
| Iy. Aunt Darling always enjoys then
so much III winter.
Harry put i honey.sweet globHle c
fruit into his mouth.
@Blaekherries are beautiful fruit
| Ursula.
tsVery !" ana Miss Percy skimme,
diligently away at the bubbling oaul
dron.
Especially when you are doing ther
up.s added the young nj. ID, WIS
rather q clumsy effort at compliment.
Ursula did not answer. Harry wake
up to the range and took both her hand
I'll his. -
HAIRY, don't; the berries will burn.
WIet EN- burn, then who cares ~
Tiat what dc you want 2 slie asked
struggling impotently to escape. an
laughing in spite Of the grave look so
fam would have assumed.
10 see your eyes, Ursula :.
WShe lifted the soft hazel orbs 70 n
face. then withdrew them with sudde
shyness.
Do YOU know what answer rea
from those eyes, dearest r. he whisper
VA. aEteR q m0mant or tH0 o1 silence
broken only by tha hissing ana sImmel
, ING 0f the boiling biaekberriea,