Daily evening star. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1852-1854, 1854-10-03

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APPLE-fRIrTERs-A ROMANCE.
From the London Diogenesl
Soyer, the great cook, has written a
novel in which the art of the kitchen is
set forth in rather novel manner. The
two heroines 90 among the poor and i'm
part the receipts of the chef.
Although this book ought to be in every
gentleman S kitchen, still we do not thinx
that NJ. Soyer has made the most of bis
subject. Could he not in his second
edition give US few scenes something
like the follow ing!
1t was lovely night. The warm
breezes floated by, laden with tie perfume
of fiowerS-sweet incense, rising up from
Natures kitchen The moon shol !.
brightly sc birds eye, covering Il /.
Cal .h with its chaste rays, until the land
seape seemed silverad and pure as a we'd
ding cake.
"Let us walk in the garden" said okere
Hortense, clasping dear Eloise to her
heaving bosom.
In few set ,nds the two noble and
enthusiastic girls were meath the orchard
trees.
DO you perceive those apples 2" re-
marked Hortense, scarcely able to re-
press her emotion.
Why this grief!" sighed the gentle
Eloise. Then turning her large pale
gray eyes in the direction of the fruit
she added, in a disappointed tone, "They
are baking apples, if mistake not"
They are. they are ~ cried ohere
Hostense, bursting into an agony of
tears.
Poor girl they reminded her Of home.
Some moments elapsed before ohere
Hortense could resume her wonted calm
ness. At length, with an effort, she
said, Forgive me, dear Eloise. was
silly, very silly. but whenever | see an
apple, always think of him"
g You must, indeed, have loved"
sighed Eloise.
"Loved. aye, child, madly." con-
tinued Hortense. 1.-The day we parted.
L remember, We had apple-fritters for din
ner. He himself prepared the dainty for
me. As he peeled aud sliced crossways,
a quarter of an inch thick, the rosy fruit
before him, he breathed in my ear the
first avowal of the love he felt for me.
He then placed in a basin about two
ounces of -four, a little salt, two teaspoon
fuls of oil, and the yolk of an egg, moist
ened by degrees with water, and all the
time he kept stirring up the compound
with a spoon. thought should have
tainted, for my heart was breaking"
dear Hortense," exclaimed Eloise.
"Ah. how you must have suffered"
cit is past now," sighed the brave
girl. Then, resuming her story, she
said, "When the whole formed a smooth
consistency to the thickness of cream, he
beat up the white of an egg till firm,
mixing it with the batter. [ could en-
dure my agony no longer. 'Alexisn |
cried, beware how you trihe with me -"
proceed. you interest me greatly"
remarked Eloise. ''What was his an
swer 2"
HortenSe with an effort continued ::
"When the mixture was hot, he put the
apples in one at time, turning them
over with a slice as they were doing.
Suddenly he turned towerds me, his face
glowing with passion
Nay, say not so interrupted the
kind Eloise perhaps the heat of fire,
and not passion, had tinged his cheeks"
Heaven grant your words prove Il de?"
sobbed the loving girl; "I shall never
forget the expression of bis eyes. 4" Hor-
tense" he whispered, +" the apple-fritters
are now cooked. Let us, perhaps, for the
last time, eat together"
For lew seconds Hortense was speech
less from grief. Rising from the mossy
bank she gasped out, 60 Eloise, as YOU
love me, let us hurry home! shall die
if we remain here"
And tie fritters a'' inquired the gen.
tie Eloise.
''They were excellent" continued Hor-
tel sc, in calmer tone. THAT evening
he presented me with the receipts for
making them, together " ith lock of bis
hair, which, however, formed no part of
the receipt. Two hours afterwards be
was on his road to London and the Re.
form Club. But to this day even the
sight Of an apple makes me tremble.
Alas such is the love of poor, fond
woman ~
That night Eloise slept but little. She
was thinking over the story of the cap