Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1873-10-08

81 always make yeast cakes myself" re-
oicd Aunt Baxter, looking bewildered.
" But where did the pan come from 2"
"Will brought the doughnuis home in
IT, By-thc-way, you promised me some Of
them yeast cakes"
Aunt Baxter still looked dazed but
Hetiy, for the fret time seeing a light
lawn through the clouds which had for
some days ovcrshadowed her, burst into
peal Of rather loud and hysterical laughter,
which brought Uncle Baxter out of dream
land into the front room to ascertain the
cause of such q startling sound.
WAS II you who took the doughnuts 2"
cried Hetty, as soon as she could speak.
" And you thought they we're yeast cakes 2"
And new peal Of laughter attested the
poor child's revusion Of Telling.
Mrs. Baxter said they we're in plain
sight on the kitchen table, responded WILL
in rather an injured tone; "and as they
we're the only cakes there, naturally sup
posed them to be yeast cakes"
ono wonder you went home across lots.''
cried Hetty going off into another peal Of
laughter, in which everybody Joined.
"Well, ! thought myself it was kind %
queer" said Miss Lowry at last, wiping
the tears from her eyes; " but s'posed OF
course you sent them for the society, so we
ate em up"
That night, before Hetty slept, she had
written a brief note to Frank Kennedy.
She had bitter struggle with her pride
hafora oha oould ,,aLo ~ hor ,,,;,J - toLa
the first step, but the lesson of the last few
days had not been altogether lost.
Dear Frank II have made horrible blum
der, and | am ashamed of myself If you feel
that you can forgive my abominable treatment
Of you, come to see me, and will explain.
Nm
She was sitting under a tree in the
orchard, idly rolling one or two halfripe
apples upon the grass. She had watched
and waited ali day for Frank and now, as
evening was drawing on and he had not
come, she was beginning to think he was
too deeply offended to seek her again. A
shadow passed between her and the setting
sun, and he stood before her.
Well ~ he demanded, gravely regard
ing her. He loved Hetty Morris better
than his own life, but he felt that she had
injured him solely through caprice, and he
felt that be could not lower his dignity
even to regain her precious favor.
:" | want to ask your forgiveness, Frank, I"
said Hetty, speaking very fast lest her reso-
luton should fail. 81 have treated you
badly, but it was all ridiculous misunder-
standing"
"Of course you we're forgiven before you
asked" he said, still gravely, and without
Offering to sit down. The narrator dis
credits this magnanimous statement, but
the young man said it, nevertheless) "And
now" he resumed, l suppose | may ask
the promised explanation"
at is too preposterous, cried Hetty,
breaking into irrepressible laughter. "The
truth is, | lost my doughnuts, and thought
you had taken them just for joke"
But | did take some, you know" he
said, looking puzzled
Z" l know you took two" answered Hetty,
bursting out again, "but lost at least a
bushel."
Frank Kennedy had come to this inter-
view with determination to be dignifed,
aud, if necessary, stern; but as the sun
sank beneath the horizon belated swallow
burrying home to his family might have
heard the remark:
Whatever else we have at the wedding
supper be sure and have batch Of dough
nuts"
"You may depend on me for that" re
, piled Miss Hetty, smartly, "for | shal
rely on that argument to bring Uncle Bax
ter ound."-Harper's Bazar.