The democrat. [volume] (Weston, W. Va.) 1868-1874, 1873-09-08
HETTY,s DoUGnyUrs.

The long rays OF the afternoon sun
slipped in at Mrs, Baxter's open door,
danced gayly over the spotless floor OF
the ample kitchen, darted in and out
for moment or two among the highly
polished tins which stood in orderly
rows on the dresser, and then suddenly
plunged into Hctty's heavy braids, and
nestled there, as II they had ut last
found what they were seeking, and had
no wish to wander more. They could
not well have found fairer resting.
plhce than those same rich braids, rcd
in the shadow and gold in the sun, un.
less they had chosen tho long dark
lashes, or the rogiish dimple, or the
soft pink checks, or the rosy lips. But
mol the lips would have constituted
but IN uneasy resting-place, for they
were in tolcrably constant motion. Not
that any one who heard Hetty Morris
speak would have wished her to be
silent still, silent she seldom was-at
least in her waking hours.
AT the moment when the sunbeams
first pointed her out to us, rs she stood
Mt the great table rolling out dough,
her sleeves fastened up, and her round
white arms here and there dabbed with
flour scarcely wlliter, she was softly
talking to herself.
"Dear me | I shall never get these
miserable doughnuts done bytea-time," T"
she was saying, MS she cut OIL strip Of
dough and gave II IN airy twist "and
that horrid fat gets hotter and hotter
every minute. Tho last two kettlefuls
are utterly ruined"
"If that Is utter ruin, remarked
masculine voice, al am willing to take
1t Off your hands. Pass me the pan,
Miss Hetty." And the vines trailing
ever the east window were gently moved
aside, and dark curly head, adorned
with two or three shavings, proceeded
to insert itself into the open window,
as II portrait had suddenly pushed
its way into its frame.
Hetty tossed herhead. "No, I thank
you, Mr.. Kennedy" said she, with an-
othertwist Of the light dough. "Uncle
Baxter knows to doughnut how many
there should be in batch and il there
were one missing / should suffer for II. :"
ooh, nonsense |" said her companion.
"He is not so bad rs that. Tell the
truth, Hetty, and say il is you who
grudge me the poor satisfaction OF q
solitary cake. Never mind. There's a
good time coming soon, when they will
be everyday affairs with me.
"What do you mean ?" asked Hetty,
pausing with her fork in hor hand.
"What should / mean, except that I
nm thinking of getting married?" re-
turned the young man in the window,
brushing of q shaving as he spoke.
ooh I hadn't heard, observed ibis
companion, returning with supreme gin
difference to her rolling-pin.
"Hayent you? 1 nm surprised at
that" was the reply, for 1t has been
talked all over town.for the last fort
night"
silly jokes, Frank" said Hetty, de-
cidedly.
"Iwill agree to abandon the habit
from this time forth for eyermore," he
replied, looking very handsome and
penitent; "that Is, II you will give me
certain slight token that am for
Hetty drew nearer to the window. i,
"w6at shall 1t boz" she asked, with
q deepening blush and q very encour'
aging smile.
Iff you love me, my dear, bestow
upon me that crusty doughnot which
adorns the top Of yonder pile" he re-
sponded, theatrically, striking an atti'
tude as he spoke.
Hetty's heels clicked expressiyely as
she walked to the pantry door, herhead
high in air.
"Holp YOURSELF" she said, briefly.
"Thanks " responded Frank, reach.
ing a long arm in at tho window and
over TO the table. at is more conye
nient than 1 thought ! could easily
carry away the whole painful"
No reply.
Hetty, arc you yexedY
A dead silence.
"Como here, little girl, and give mt
abetter token Of forgiveness"
Help yourself, was the demure re
Sponse,