The Louisiana Democrat. [volume] (Alexandria, La.) 1845-1918, 1871-06-07
THE BROKEN JAR.
BY ROSA LEE.

"Here's a barouche, with two little
dun ponies before it, coming up the
avenue" said little Fred; ''look, quick,
sister Kate! see how they come dash
ing along just like Jehu."
The vehicle stopped before the gate.
A slight, girlisll figure sprang out, and
as the wind swept back the clustering
brown ringlets, a bright young face
was revealed.
"Oh! it's cousin Carrie JONES'" said
Fred, and away he ran to meet her.
Though seemingly in great haste,
Carrie stopped to take the little curly
head between her soft palms, and i'm
print u kiss on each rosy cheek, and
then, bonnie in hand, ran quickly along
the walk, followed by Fred.
"What ON earth is the matter, Car
RE 2"
"The fair, Kate, the fair; are you
going to the fair ~
''Bless me! why l thought you had
received late news from New England,
that the world was coming to an end,
and was hurrying here in hot haste to
give us timely warming"
eyes, yes, but 1 have to get some
thing ready to exhibit. Father says 1
can't go unless I have some of my own
work to exhibit. I don't believe in
dimming my bright eyes, and wearing
my delicate fingers, with stitching and
gathering, over-handing and under
scanning, so what shall it be Kate, do
help me to think"
"Well, walk into the parlor, and we
will talk about it,"
After discussing one thing and an
other, thought struck me-
"Suppose you take some butter.''
ooh, the very thing!" said Carrie ;
ave seen Aunt Phillis make it, and
can do it, / know"
"Good butter is not SO easily made
as you seem to think it is" l said
"But all | shall have to do, will be
to work over the butter, and make it
up into nice i,tle rolls. l hope you
don't think Pm going to sit on a three
legged stool, lean my head against the
cow, and sing with all my might, to
make the milk come down. You know
Aunt Phiilis says, sthe louder the song.
the richer the butter Psbaw! car
do it, and write recipe for it, too"
{ $50 Fred, we'll go to the fair.
And I'll buy me pretty blue ribbon
To tie mp my bonny brown hair"
and she whisked around the room, tt
the infinite delight of little Fred, wht
> thought there never had been and new
er would be such another person al
cousin Carrie. After she had upse
mothers work basket, and levellet
: two or three chairs with the floor, thu
! hoop caught on the andiron, and ar
rested further proceedings.
| sI'm going right home now, to taxi
, my first lesson"
"Please don't, cousin Carrie sail
Fred.
After a little persuasion, Carrie con
Guided to stay, and she beamed upoi
: us, like ray Of sunshine, the who'll
Q day. But, not to lose any time, sh
: wrote her butter receipt that very at
= ternoon; it reminds one of Mrs. Glass
9 receipt for cooking hare (first catch
hare, etc.} Carries receipt commenc
/, ed with the color of the COW, the pre-
4 else length of the tail, the particula
; twist of the horns, ETC.. then it abound
2 ed in beautiful SMILES and illustra
) trations, such as "pure as a snow
. flake, p ssrose-tipped fingers Of Aurora,
f etc., which you would hardly suppos
2 could be worked into q receipt for but
ter-making, but so it was, and it wa
/ very prettily managed, too.
d Carries experiment in buttermak
:, = ing proved very successful, oil thing
p went on prosperously, and we though
: .sthere was no more behind, but such
day tomorrow as to day. But alas