Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1874-10-03

but Miss Bradbury the whOle time.
"She is a very sweet young lady,
Harry" said Ursula. in mildly reprov-
ing accents.
IT dare say; but-whata q lot of black
berries you have here, to be sure,
Ursula" ....a -.
"Forty quarts" said Ursula, de-
murely. "Aunt Darling always enjoys
them so much in winter"
Harry put honey-sweet globule of
fruit into his mouth.
Blackberries are beautiful fruit,
Ursula"
every" and Miss Percy skinned
away at the bubbling cauldron.
Especially when you are doing
them up" added the young M. D.,
with rather clumsy effort at compli-
ment.
Ursula did notanswer. Harry walked
up to the range and took both her hands
in his.
Harry, don't; the berries will burn. "
Let 'em burn, then; who cares p
"But what do you want?" she asked,
impotently to escape, and
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
shyness.
"Do you know what answer I read
from those eyes, dearestY he whis-
pered, after moment or two of silence,
broken only by the Kissing and simmer
ing of the boiling blackberries.
"No."
II read yesr
80, Harry, dare not. Uncle and
aunt are so determined you shall marry
Miss Bradbury"
"And I am so determined not to
marry her. Is man to be given away
as if he were house and lot, or bun
die of old clothes, I should like to know
Ursala-"
Harry. they are burning; I am
sure of it. I can smell them. 0, do
let go of my handsw
Harry Clifford deftly seized the big
iron spoon, and stirred the boiling
depths vigorously.
4" It's all 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 the
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 ?''
he persisted, asking through the crack
in the door.
eyes. yes, anything - everything
only go!"
And Harry went, beginning to realize
that love-makiug and preserving do not
assimilate.
your pearl brooch, my dearp O,
l remember now. I gave it to Harry
more than week ago to have mended
dare say it is done by this timer" and
DR.. Darling turned expectantly to our
hero.
"I-I'm very sorry" began Harry;
"but the brooch disappeared in the
most unaccountable manner from nv
vest pocket. I know I put it therc-"
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 ?"
Yes, sir, it is gone. But Mrs.
Darling may rest assured" Harry add
ed, with glance toward that lady,
/" that I will replace it at the earliest
opportunity" .t
so, it is of no consequence at alll'
said Mrs. Darling, with a 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. Har-
ry Clifford bought anotheron and pre-
sented it to Mrs. Darling, with a little
complimentary speech. Mrs. Darling
laughed and pinned it into the folds Of
the thread-lace barb she wore at her
throat.