Bradford opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1874-1881, 1874-06-20
Pearls and Blackberries.

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nv own senses!' And as he enuu
ciated the words with impressiv
distinctness he looked sOlelnnly a
Harry Clifford.
He might have found worse
looking individual to fix his regard
upon than this young NJ. d., VIII
had taken his first season in bones
muscles, and human ANATOMY. will
the therapeutics belonging thereto
in the little office across the hail
and was just preparing to hang VI
IL shingle of his own for Harry
Clifford was tall and sllapely, will
red brown hair and hugh auburl
mustache, and merry eyes tha
laughed like springs of water in tht
sunshine.
DR.. Darling took offhis spectacles
folded them, and deliberately placed
them in their case, still without tax
ing his eyes from his neophyte'
Harry Clifford smiled but he look.
ed little embarrassed, notwith-
standing,
"She would have you in u minute,
if you were to PROPOSE" pursued
DR.. Darling, dropping great red-hot
splashes of sealing wax over a sheet
of bIotting paper, and stamping
them with his monogram seal in an
aimless sort of way.
Eyes; but I tell you, Sir, l don't
want to PROPOSE" said Harry, star.
ing at the intertwined ID. j, DIS as
as if they were the most interesting
things in the world.
"You don't want Il pretty girl for
wife y
"Not that pretty girl in particu'
lar, DOCTOR"
"Nor fifty thousand dollars 7" add.
ed the doctor, pronOuncing the three
momentous words in manner that
made them sound very weighty in
deed.
81 would not object to the fifty
thousand dollars in itself, sir but,
as a mere appendage to Miss Brad
bury"
III believe the boy is crazy"
calculated DR.. Darling. "Well, well,
as the Scotch proyerb has it, ID
wilIfu' man maun haze his way and
shall interfere no farther. BY the
way, Harry"
ayes, Sir7"
"You are going to the city this
afternoon 7"
"That is my present intention.
Sir"
"Stop at Depierre's, will you, and
leave Mrs. Darling's pearl brooch to
be mended. l ought to have done
it a week ago; but man can't
think of every thing"
"Certainly, doctor;" and Harry
Clifford deposited the pearl brooch
an old.fashioned ornament of
gold, set with tiny seed.
pearls-in his waistcoat pocket.
"Rather careless way to carry
jewelry, young man !" said DR.. Oar.
ling, elevating his eyebrows.
The morning sun was casting
bright, tlickering threads of gold
across the kitchen floor; the morn
ing.glories and Madeira vines, train
ed across the easement, stirred soft.
ly in the mid-July air ; and Ursula
Percy, Mrs. Darling's orphan niece,
was busy "doing up" blackberries.
Fresh as rose, with hazel eyes,
softened to intense blackness at
tunes by the shadow of their long
lashes, and smiling scarlet lips, she
stood there-her calico dress con-
cealed by the house.wifely apron of
white dimity that was tied round
her waist, and her black curls tuok.
ed remorselessly back of her ears
looking demurely into the bubbling
depths of the preserving.kettle like
q beautiful parody on one Of the
in "Macbeth :" while on the
secured pine table beyond
a glittering tin vessel was upheaped
with the beautiful jet.black fruit,
each separate berry flashing like
the eye of an Oriental belle.
"Ursula -
The pretty young girl started,
very nearly dropping her skinner
into the preserving KETTLE.
"How you startled me, Harryw
Harry advanced into the kitchen,
with an admiring look at the bright
face, flushed with a little blush and
a good deal of stove heat,
"YOur are always at work. Ursu
Ia."
81 have got to work, Harry, to