... Arkansas girl refused to marry her lover unlew he performed some heroic deed. lie eloped with her moihrr. PEOPLE say that blackberries are good for the complexion, but who wants a blr.ckberry complexion? I'u give you 510 or thirty days. Well, 111 take ...

... painful blunder which I never want to repeat Mar I ask what that er—blunder was? Oh, yes. I mistook a bumble bee for a blackberry. Lrr's see, he mused, as he softly pulled at his ear, your name is Johnson, isn't it ? Yes, sir. You married a widow ...

... high lights,' if she will add a few of the whitest feathers from the traveller's joy, and then some bunches of half-ripe blackberries and a few (but very few) rose hips, she can scarcely fail to be pleased with her handiwork, or to receive many compliments ...

... to the reddened brown one that Mows tender time of fading, the plant was displayed. On another the yearly story of the blackberry was told in the same radial° fashion. summing up the whole tale in a defiant of dbeintilogy. The thistly Jorge. and of the ...

... Appalachians starboard aide of that horse and struck on my head el Florida, that the sun was the radiant abode of dead In a wild blackberry bush. I went. home with a nose chiefs and braves. To the laquimaux of Labrador full of briars and an accumulation of raw ...

... grin, and, as he turned to depart, he gently explained that Lard Spencers in that particular locality were as plentiful as blackberries in the aut'imn time. Explanations and expostulations were useless, the dieconifited earl being forced to return the way ...

... crooked, brown fellow, the hardest agent in the country, and held out hia ugly hand for the money as though it grew oa a blackberry bush. Small blame to Mike McMahon for setting the dog on him one quarther day. But way or another Nom managed to pay her ...