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

tne Whlte cloth snowy Dreao, ROluen Dutter
and crimson jelly, all made by her own
def fingers. Then she ranged before her
uncle's place huge plate Of cold boiled
beef, dish Of cold potatoes, and another Of
pork and greens. Then, standing at one
side, she glanced critically over the gener-
Gus board to sec if all was complete
Something about the arrangement struck
her as faulty but at first she could not
satisfy herself as to what il was. AT last
a light broke in upon her mind.
"How near | came TO forgetting the
doughnutsl How uncle would have fretted,
to be sure | am glad | thought before
be came in."
SO saying, she took plate and went into
the pantry. Not doughnut was to be
seen. She examined the cupboard under
the milk shelf There was the bread box,
a jar Of cookies, and two lusty loavcs Of
gingerbread - but no doughnuis. She
brought wooden chair from the kitchen,
and stood thereon 10 search the topmost
shelf There she behold only pots Of jam
and preserves, together with some disused
tins, all very much covered with dust--b but
no doughputs. Then she pulled out the
big pie-board from behind the four-barrel
tho pie-board made by Frank at the age Of
ten years-his earliest essay in the carpen-
teriDg line and which warped past all
using within the FIRST month Of its ex.
istence). No doughnuts-nothing but two
or three cobwebs, against which she
promptly registered vow. As she was
replacing the board, a thought darted into
her mind which caused smiles to fade
quickly away, and frown of annoyance as
quickly succeeded them.
Frank That is the reason he went
home so early from his work, is it? How
silly of him to play me such trick If
he only knew how cross Uncle Baxter can
be when he is vexed What shall | do 2"
And poor Hetty began turning over in her
mind all sorts of excuses for the non-ap-
pearance of her uncle's iavorite delicacy,
none Of which would do 10 the least, aud in
the midst of which she heard his rough
voice in the kitchen;
Supper ready?'
"All ready" she answered, family, from
the depths OF the pantry aud hastily cut
ting several thick slices of gingerbread, she
hurried out and took her seat at the table
"What time did Frank go 2" inquired her
uncle, of nobody in particular, at the same
time heapiug his plate with meat and veget.
ables.
Hetty said nothing, and her aunt replied
Somewhere between FIVE and six
| 1onft Lpoy axactIp ~
add he get through with that door be-
fore he went2" demanded the gruf voice.
He did," replied Aunt Baxter, con-
csely. Hetty breatbed more freely.
What that fellow does with his time is
more than know" growed Uncle Baxter
It's lucky for him he's working by the
job, or he'd hear piece of my mind"
Farmer Baxter's womenkind," as he
was wont courteously to term the ladies Of
his family, understood his ways, and usu.
ally passed over his ebullitions of temper
in silence, knowing that he would doubtless
eat himself iuto better humor in due course
81 believe he spends half his time Cos
rightly surmising that the subject was dis
tasteful to his wife and niece, and therefore
doggedly pursuing it. Has he been il
here this ofternoon. Henrietta ?"
No, SIR" replied Hetty, boldly, thougI
recollection Of Franks parting attitude
came over her guitily as she spoke.
"Well, Just see that he don't, then ant
you tend to your work" was the surly re
joinder; aud the old man subsided into
discussion of his dish of greens.
For few moments silence reigned abou
the table, Aunt Baxter, with the polio,
induced by long experience, remaining
mute, and Hetty, because her angry tear
choked her utterance. Presently subdue,
conversation commenced, and was for som
time carried on, in an undertone, betwee
aunt and niece. Suddenly came the awfu
question, which had all the time been hang
ing like a doom over poor Hetty's head 4:
j" Where's the doughnuts ?"
They were just done, and quite hot,
replied Hetty, flushing crimson. eth
gingerbread is fresh, and l thought 20
would Just as lief have it tonight"
: "Y You know better" amiably returne
! Uncle Baxter. Just you step quick an
q get some"
Hetty mechanically rose to obey, whc
her aunt quietly observed:
d" 1t seems pity to let the gingerbrea
dry but | presume Aunt Samanthy wi
be glad Of it."
4" Aunt Samanthy won't get it, theI
that's ALL" returned her lord and maste
: quite unconscious that this was precsel
the response she wished and expected
3 4" Sit down, Henrietta, and another tin
, don't cut gingerbread when there's fres
. doughnuts 10 the house."
, So that danger was over but in propo
u tion as her fear of her uncle's displeasui
! passed away her indignation against Fran
: Kennedy increased. She could not rea'
y lily forgive him the scolding she had r
: ceived or the more formidable one she hl
! escaped.
!. = 81 think I'll run up to grandma's," sa
= - Aunt Baxter, the next day, as they left Il
- I, dinner table, " if you can clear away Il
" things alone"
- "Oh, | can do that easily enough" r
piled Hetty, with alacrity, for the po
.,e child had been planning all the mornil
:, :. how she could get an opportunity to repla
~ that dreadful missing dish.
Very WELL" said her aunt and
- you want something to do, you might SO
u the rest of those fannels."
;. want to gather my dress skirt" sa
~ Iletty, family, bushiDg as she did SO {
~ y the deception.
" Well, don't care, 30 you're not idle
n and Aunt Baxter walked heavily and !
10 specially out of the gate, adorned with h
~ Sunday bonnet aud her best mantilla.
=, No sooner did the gate click behind b
"a "a than Hetty fell to work with the create
~ energy. Eggs were beaten, spice measure
=. sugar and shortening weighed, and work
-, -, into the dough, which had been sure
II II tiously rising behind the pantry door sin
a morning.
~ The fat was tested, and the strips Of /
~ " soft, yielding mass speedily reappered
=. ~ crisp, brown twists piled up 10 large y
:" low dish, which was spitefuly placed {
''' of reach from the open window. The you
-, lady did not sing over her work to-day,
~. ~ frowned blackly instead, as she few FRI
"s stove to table. The frown deepened p
w. w. ceptibly when, just us she was contempt
no W ing the last Of the golden-brown cakes,
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