Fremont journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County [Ohio]) 1853-1866, 1854-10-27
From the London Diogenes.
Apple Frittcrs-A ROmnnce.

Soyer, the great Cook has written nov
el in which the art Of the kitchen is set
forth in a rather novel manner. The two
heroiues go among the poor and impart the
secrets Of the chef.
Although thus book ought to be in every
gentleman's kitchen. still we do not think
that NJ. Soyer has made the most Of his
subject Could he not in his edition give
us few scenes something like the follow
ing?
/, was lovely night. The warm breez-
es floated by, laden with the perfume OF
howers-sweet incense, rising up from Ma
ture's ktchenl The moon shone brightly
as birds eye, covering the earth with its
chas;e rays, until the landscape seemed
silvered and pure as wedding cake.
Let us walk in the garden" said chere
Iortense, casping dear ElOise to her heav
ing bosom.
In few seconds the two noble and en-
thusastc girls were meath the orchard trees.
"Do you preceive those spplesl" remark.
ed Hortense, scarcely able TO repr0ss her
emotion.
"Why this grief?" sighed the gentle
Eloise. Then turning her large pale grey
eyes in the direction Of the fruit she added in
a disappointed tone, "They are baking ap-
Piles, if mistake no.!"
"They are! they arel" cried chsre Hor-
tense bursting into an agony Of tears.
Poor grill they reminded her Of her home
Some moments elasped before chere Hor
tense, could resume her wonted calmness
AT length, with an effort, she said, "For-
give me dear Eloise. was silly. very sill
ly hut whenever / see an apple always
think Of him"
"You must indeed have loved" sighed
Eloise,
Loved! aye, child, madlyl" continued
Hortense. "The day we parted, remem-
Der, we had apple fritters for dinner He
himself prepared the dainty for me. AS
he peeled and sliced crossways. quarter
of an inch thick, the rosy fruit before him,
he breathed in my ear the first svowal Of
the love he felt for me. He then placed in
bason about two ounces of -four little
salt, two teaspoonluls of oil, and the yolk OF
an egg mcistened by degrees with water,
and all the time he kept stirring up the com
pound with spoon. l thought should
have tainted. for my heart was breaking"
"Dear Hortense," exclaimed Eloise.-
"Ah how you must have suffered!"
at is past now" sighed the brave girl
Then, resumiog her story. she said, "When
the whole formed smooth consistency to
the thickness Of cream, he beat up the white
of an egg till firm. mixing it with the batter
| could endure my agony no longer. 'Al.
exist | cried, beware how you trife with
mer"
proceed! you interest me greatly" re-
marked Elose. "What was his answer ?"
Hortense, with an effort continued
"When the mixture was hot. he put in the
apples one at time, turning them over will
slice as they we're doing. Suddenly h'
turned toward me, his face glowing will
! passion"
"Nay, say not sol" interrupted the kline
+ Eloise. perhaps The heat of the fire and no
J passion, had tinged his cheeks"
!. "Heaven grant your words prove true!
I sobbed the loving girl; / shall never forge
the expression of bis eyes. 'Hortense,' b
! whispered, the apple frtters are now cook
: ed let us perhaps for the last time, eat to
gether.'"
> For a few seconds Hortense was speech
;. less from grief Rising from the moss
bank, she gasped out, "Eloise as you low
g g me. let us hurry homel Ishal die if W
= remain here"
% "And the fri,ters ?" enquired the gent
Eloise.
"They were excellent" continued Hol
tense, in calmer tone. That evening b
presented me with the receipt for maxim
them. together with lock of lis hai
which, however, formed no part of the rs
T. ceipt. Two hours afterwars he was on b
d. way to London and the Reform Club
But to this day even the sight Of an app
., makes me tremble. Alas such is the 10,
of poor. fond womanl"
That night Elose slept but little. 81
. was thinking over the story of the ARP
Friuers"