Sugar planter. [volume] (West Baton Rouge [i.e. Port Allen, West Baton Rouge Parish, La.]) 1856-1925, 1866-05-26
APPLE FRITVERS.
A TOUCHING TALE OF TRUE loyr.


It was lovely night. The warm bree.
zes foated by laden with perfume. Of
to~ers-sweet incense rising up from
natures kitchen. The moon shone bright.
ly asa birds eye, covering the earth With
its cbaste rays. until the landscape seem.
ed pure and silvered as . wedding cake.
=" Let US walk in the garden said
cher Hortense. clasping dear Eoise to her
heaving bosom. A.
In few seconds the two noble and
enthusiastic girls were meath the Of.
chard trees. .5 r.
DO you perceive those apples :" re-
marked Hortense, scarcely able to 70.
press her emotion.
why this grief?' sighed the gentle
Elolse. Then turning her. large pale erav
eyes in the direction OF the fruit. she ad-
ded in disappointed tone. they are
baking apples, are they not 2"
" They are they are !" cried cher Hor
tense, bursting into tears.
Poor girl t'ey reminded her Of her
home,
Some moments elapsed before Hortenso
could resume her wonted calmness. At
length, with an effort, she said. Forgive
me, dear Eloise was silly, very siIly
ont whenever see an apple, l always
think Of him." -
You must indeed have loved" sighed
Eloise.
Loved aye, child, madly I" continued
Hortense. The day we parted, re-
member we had apple fritters for dinner.
He himself prepared the dainty for me-
As he peeled and sliced crossways half
an inch thick, the rosy frnit before him.
he breathed in my ear the first avowal OF
love he felt for me- He then placed in
basin, about two ounces of -four, lit
tie salt, two tea-spoonsfuIl of oil, and
the yolk of an egg, moistened by degrees
with water, and all the time he kept
stirring the compound with q spoon. I
thought l should have tainted for my
heart was breaking.
:" Dear Hortense," exclaimed Eloise.
An how you must lave suffered T..
1T is past now" sighed the brave
girl. Then resuming her story she said
" When the whole formed smoo.h con.
sistcncy to the thickness of cream. he
beat up the white OF an egg till mixing,
it with butter. could endure my agony
10 longer "A!exisw l cried. beware
how you tride with me p e 5G! -
Proceed |" you interest me greatly"
remarked Floise What was bis IN.
swer 7" iHt- -A-
Hcrtense with IN effort continued
When the mixture was hot he put tho
apples IN one at y time, turning then,
over with slice as they were doing.
Suddenly he turned towards me. bis face
glowing with passion" st.e'
Nay, say not so r interrupted kind
sloise perhaps the heat Of the fire, aud
rot passion bad tinged his cheeks"
Heaven grant your words prove,
rue = sobbed the loving girl l shall
,ever forget the. expression of his eyes.
Hortense,' he whispesed, the apple frit-
ers are now cooked. Let US. perhaps
or the last time eat together.
For few seconds Hortense wss
peech!ess. Rising from the mossy bank.
he gasped out, Eloise, you love me, let
g 90 home /! shall die if remain here"
Aud the ffittcrs ?"inquired the gentle
Iloise. So
They were excellent" continued
iortense in calmer tone, that evening
e presented me. with a receipt Tor max
g them, together with lock of bis
air, which, however, formed no part of
10 receipt. Two hours afterwards, he
'as on his read to London and the Re-
'rm club. But to this day, even the
g5ht of an apple makes me tremhle.
las such is the love Of poor fond wo-
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