Bradford opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1874-1881, 1874-06-20
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Harry" said Ursula, in mildly re
} proving accents.
81 dare say but-what lot OF
black berries you have hSre, to be
sure, Ursula !"
"Forty quarts," said Ursula, de-
murely. "Aunt Darling always Ell.
joys them so much in the winter"
Harry put honey sweet gobult
Of fruit into his mouth.
"Black berries are beautiful fruit,
Ursula"
"Very;' and Miss Percy skim.
med diligently away at tile bubbling
caldrOn.
"Especially when you are doing
them up" added the young M. d.,
with rather a clumsy effort at COM
pliment.
Ursula did not answer. 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 y
"But what do you want 7" she
asked, struggling ilnpotently to
escape, and laughing in spite of the
grave look she fain would have as
sumed.
ITO see your eyes, Ursula"
She lifted the soft hazel orbs to
his face; then withdrew them wi tn
sudden shyness.
"Do you know what answer l
read in those eyes, dearest'" he
whispered, after a moment or two
of silence, broken only by the hiss
ing and simmering of the boiling
blackberries.
"NO."
81 read yes J"
"Oh, Harry, I dare not. Uncle
and Aunt are so determined YOU
shall marry Miss Bradley"
"And | am so determined not to
marry her. Is a man to be given
away as if he were a house and lot,
or a bundle of old clothes, 1 should
like to knows Ursula"
"Harry, they are burning! 1 am
sure of it. | can smell them. Oh,
do let go my hands,"
Harry Clifford deftly seized up
the big iron spoon, and stirred the
boiling depths vigorously.
"It's all your imagination, Ursu-
lap
mo it's not and if they are the
least bit scorched they will be spoil
ed for Aunt Darling"
"But, Ursula"
The cracking sound of an opening
door beyond suddenly dissolved the
tete. a-tete, Ursula almost pushed
Harry Clifford out of the kitchen.
"You'll be on the piazza tonight
when they have gone to the con
cert ?" he persisted asking through
the crack in the door.
Eyes, yes, any thing-every
thing; only go"
And Harry went, beginning to
realized that lovemaking and pre-
serving do not assimilate.
"Your pearl brooch, my dear 7
Oh, remember now. l gave it to
Harry more than a week ago to
have mended. l dare say it's done
by this time !" and DR.. Darling
turned expectantly to our hero.
"I-pm very sorry," began Har'
ry; "but the brooch disappeared in
the most unaccountable manner
from my vest pocket. know put
it there"
eyes," dryly interrupted the eld-
er gentleman, 81 remember seeing
you put it there, and you assured
me at the time that you never lost
any thing. So the brooch is gone,
ell ?"
ayes, Sir, it is gone. But Mrs.
Darling may rest assured" Harry
added, with a glance towards that
lady, "that 1 will replace it at the
very earlist opportunity"
"Oh, it's of no consequence at all y
said Mrs: Darling, with a counte-
nance that said plainly, 1t is of the
very greatest consequence! "Per-
haps we shall find it somewhere
about the house,"
But the days slipped by one by
one, and the doom of the pearl
brooch remained involved in the
deepest mystery. Harry Clifford
bought another one and presented
it to Mrs. Darling, with a little CON-
plimentary speech. Mrs. Darling
laughed. and pinned it into the folds
of the thread lace barb she wore at