Connecticut western news., 1873-09-12
HETTY'S DOUGHNUTS.

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 a moment or two among the highly polished tins which stood in orderly rows on the dresser, and then suddenly plunged into Hetty's heavy braids, and nestled there, as if they had at last found what they were seeking, and had no wish to wander more. They could not we'll have found a fairer resting place than those same rich braids, red in the shadow and gold in the sun, un- less they had chosen the long dark lashes, or the roguish dimple, or the soft pink cheeks, or the rosy lips. But no 1 the lips would have constituted but an uneasy resting place, for they were in tolerably 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, as she stood at the great table rolling out dough, her sleeves fastened up, and her round z white arms here and there dabbed with flour scarcely winter, she was softly talking to herself.
 "Dear me {! I shall never get these miserable doughnuts done by ytea-time, " she was saying, as she cut off strip of dough and gave it an airy twist "and that horrid fat gets hotter and hotter every minute. The last two kettlefuls are utterly ruined"
 elf that is utter ruin, remarked a masculine voice, "I am willing to take it off your hands. Pass me the pan, Miss Hetty." And the vines trailing over 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 if portrait had suddenly pushed it's way into it's frame.
 Hetty tossed herhead. "No, thank you, Mir. Kennedy" said she, with an othertwist of the light dough. "Uncle Baxter knows to doughnut how many there should be in batch anl if there were one missing should suffer for it. '
 "Oh, nonsense !" said her companion. "He is not so bad as that. Tell the truth, Hetty, and say it is you who grudge me the poor satisfaction of 6 solitary cake. Never mind. There's 6 good time coming soon, when they will be everyday affairs with me-"
 "What do you mean ?" asked Hetty pausing with her fork in her hand.
 What should mean, except that am thinking of getting married ?" re turned the young man in the window brushing off shaving as he spoke.
 "Oh- I hadn't heard" observed hi! companion, returning with supremessi in difference to her rolling-pin.
 Haven't you? I am surprised a that" was the reply, "for it has beer talked all over town. for the last fort night"
 1T wish you were not so fond of thos silly jokes, Frank" said Hetty, de cidedly.
 "I will agree to abandon the habi from this time forth for evermore," h replied, looking very handsome ant penitent; that is, if you will give m a certain slight token that I am for given"
 Hetty drew carer to the window.
 "What shall it be ?' she asked, wit a deepening blush and a very encour aging smile.
 "If you love me, my dear, besto, upon me that crusty doughnot whic adorns the top of yonder pile," he re sponded, theatrically, striking an atti tude as he spoke.
 Hetty's heels clicked expressively a . she walked to the pantry door, her hea high in air.
 "Help yourself" she said, briefly.
 "Thanks p responded Frank, reach ing a long arm in at the window an over to the table. "It is more conve nient than I thought. I could easil carry away the whole painful"
 No reply.
 "Hetty, are you .vexed ?"
 A dead silence.
 "Come here, little girl, and give m better token of forgiveness"
 "Help yourself, !" was the demure It sponse.
 With an agile spring Frank perche upon the window-sill, when from th upper regions voice, clear and sharI made itself heard in the succinct il quiry,
 Cakes done, Hetty?"
 Yes, aunt. Do you want me ? asked the girl, darting to the door.
 "Come up," was the reioinder and Miss Hetty, looking triumphant back as she attained secure positio in the doorway, had the satisfaction dear to her mischievous heart, of b, l;.noroQkaI