Cincinnati daily press. [volume] (Cincinnati [Ohio]) 1860-1862, 1860-04-13
The Fatal Fritters-A Fearful Tale of Love

Heavenly was the night The warm
breezes flohtedby, laden with the perfume Of
howers-sweet incense, rising up. from nn-
ture's kitchen The moon shone brightly as
q brid's eyeJ covering the earth with is chhste
rays, until the Landscape seemed silyered and
pute aa a wedding eakena asS iiit hiiii 2it
"Let MS walk in the garden said ehere
Hortense; clasping dear Bloise 70 her heaying
bosom. d 'sil9l Oh f1HoU on pHd Pr HN' tHl
In a few seconds the two noble and en-
thusisstic girls were heath the orchard
trees. NJ dih q tI-isl tIN,e9I 'l '. i'
'Do you perceive those hppIesY' remarked
Hortense, scarcely able to reprcss her emo
tion.iu sN .lidt U.h I1a7 wow .''
"Why this griefp' sighed the Gentle Eloise.
Then turning her large, pale, gray eyes in the
direction of the fruit, she added in a disap-
pointed tone, "they are baking apples if l
mistake notW 10 stI -1t. i''H -''
VThey are they are n cried ehere Hortense,
bursting into an agony of tears.
Poor girl they reminded her Of her home.
Some moments elapsed before Hortense
could resume her wonted calmness, AT
length, with an effort, she said: Forgive
me, dear Eloise, ! was silly, very sillyl but
whenever see an apple, always think of
him."
''You must indeed have loved,n sighed
Eloise. f. n4 - .r. H r'lli1 'H0lI
"Lovedl aye, child, madlyl" continued
Hortense. 'The day we parted, remember
we had apple fritters for dinner. He himself
prepared the dainty for me- AS he peeled
and sliced (crossway) 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 Basin, about
two ounces of -four, q little salt, two tea
spoonsful of oil, and the SOlk of an egg,
moistened by degrees with water, and all the
time he kept stirring the compound with a
spoon. thought I should have tainted for
my heart was breaking.
"Dear Hortense, exclaimed Eloise, "ah,
how you must have suffercdp ..
at past now" sighed the bravo girl,
Then resuming her story, she said: ,"When
the whole formed smooth consistency of
the thickness of cream, he beat up the white
of an egg till firm and mixed it with the
butter. / could not endure my agony any
longer. Alexisl" cried, "beware how you
| trihe with mep' ..'. N -
! proceed you interest me greatly re-
marked Eloise. "What was his answer?p
| Hortense, with an effort continued:
"When the mixture was hot he put the
apples in one at time, turning them over
| with slice as they were doing. Suddenly
he turned toward me, his face glowing with
passion" 1 i "'.7"'
"Nay, say not sol7 interrupted the kind
Eloise; 'perhaps the heat of the fire, and not
passion, had tinged his cheeks" 81
Heaven grant your words prove truel'
sobbed the loving girl 81 shall never forget
the expression of his eyes. 'Hortense, he
whispered, the apple fritters are now cooked.
Let us, perhaps for the last time, eat to-
gether.'' .'
For few seconds Hortense was speechless.
Rising from the moss bank, she gasped out.
"Eloise, as you love me, let us hurry homel /
shall die if we remain here" ....
"And the fritters," inquired the gentle
Eloise. ..a. r -'a' '
'They were excellent continued Hor-
tense, in calmer tone; ifhat evening he pre-
sented me with receipt for making them, to-
gether with a lock of his hair, which, how
ever, formed no part of the receipt
Two hours afterward he was on his road
to London and his Club But to this day,
even the sight of an apple makes me trem-
bic, Alas, such is the love of pure fond wo-
man. .