... little sensation has been caused in the Ashby district of Leicestershire by the daring attack of & stranger on & l:dx'bovu blackberrying on the highway about half a mile from the town. Mrs. H. Bullen, with her daughter and son and a lady friend, Miss 'hylt;;um ...

... for every child loves blackberry jam, and blmlberx pudaing is food for the gods, when eaten with thi yellow cream. Here is a clear case of wastefulness. Butter 1s dear, sugar is cheap, and there are heaps of luscious blackberries only waiting to be picked ...

... played the doctor’s part, and hope in a few days to see that all is as well as ever. And if Mary and Lucy, when gathering blackberries in the wood, maoage to run a thorm iato a poor, little finger, do not let her wait till it festers and swells ‘l.iko your ...

... looking the while blightingly at Dolly, the mether portion of whose face i= all but concealed beneath a rich coating of blackberry preserve): * When youn jummy your face, Dully, then mother says to me, ‘l'm ’stonitched at you, Grace, that at yoar age ...

... donned clerical clothes, he walked boldli from the house. A few days later a police-constable saw a clergyman foedg. on blackberries, and noticing that he was -fla ravenously became suspicious. The clergyman not appear in the least nonplussed at the constable’s ...

... himself and donned clothes, he w:fied boldl{fmm the bouse. A few days later a police-constable saw a clergyman feodn‘ on blackberries, and noticing that he was eati ravenously became suspicious. The clergyman 55 not appear in the least nonplussed at the ...

... | “What will dean'ma say ?” cried May. “Oh, dracious! fissels liere,” she added as she tripped, and fell into a bed of blackberry Lrush. ller hands and face were scraiched, and her new apron didn't loek new when she got up, but slie tried bravely not ...

... for am child loves blackberry jam, and h‘.l':lberr{ ¥ ing is food for the gods, when eaten with thic vellow cream. Here is a clear case of wastefulness. Butter 18 dear, sugar is cheap, and there are beaps of luscious blackberries only waiting to be picked ...

... the roses,along the Jane Dbeside the clover meadow, and toward the dim whispering wood where the luscious sphieres of the blackberries were vipening in every fragrant nook. She Jooked unuerved, irresolute and altogether miserable. And her “going berrying ...

... the roses,alon, the lane beside the clover meadow, ang ‘toward the dim whispering wood where the luscious spheres of the blackberries were ’npening in every fragrant nook. She looked ~unnerved, irresolute and altogether miserable. [ .\'t‘ld”fiérm;‘g-o:fi'gfl ...

... Hefferman, married woman, of Deonmark Street, stated that she remembered Friday, the 6Lh of the Ere-ent month. She bad been blackberrying. er children were there where the noise was. Mrs. Mackridge was in the stable and remained there all the time. Did not ...

... She went on lstlessly toward the nundergrowth, and she was presently trying to occupy her mind in picking the hig, glossy blackberries dangling in luxurious festoons beneath briary canopies, But in her unrest of heart she soon tossed her partly-filled basket ...