Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1874-02-25
Blueberry Cake.
ny REBEccA PERLEY REED.

ing, when Marion hoped into her chair
next her papa's
"I'm glad we have burberry cake" she
said, as soon as the blessing was asked.
Nobody doubted her statement, as piece
after piece found its way into the little
lady's mouth.
No more Marion" said her mother. as
she asked for yet another. "Not this
morning, dear, I'm afraid you have eaten
more than you ought, already"
Marion submitted quite cheerfully to her
mothers opinion, and followed the family
into the parlor when breakfast was over
She was hardly seated, however, when
ding rang the bell at the back-door.
at must be the butchers boy, said Mr..
Appleton "Will you 60 to the door,
Marion2 Bridget has gone up stairs
Out few Marion, and taking the parce
from the boy, laid it upon the kitchen
table On the way back to the parlor,
however, she passed through the dining
room, though the shorter way lay through
the back hall. 10 second the little girl
had thought ever 50 many things, and the
last thought was, that she must have
another piece of that splendid burberry
cake. 1t needed but about two minutes to
divide one of the blocks yet remaining upon
the plate, butter the halves, and lay them
one upon the other. But what shall she
do with her treat2
The little girl thinks very fast, and run
ming into the china-closet, she hides her
spoil under the cover Of large dish.
a. Marion ~ oo1lo hor pothar
"Yes'm, I'm coming right away and in
she flies, her cheeks red with confusion and
haste, and a strange, troubled look in her
usually honest eyes which makes her
mother say, "Why, dear, what is the mat
ter, and why were you gone so long?"
What should she say2 Her eyes dropped
and if mamma had thought it possible that
her dear little girl could tell lie, she
would have noticed that her voice trem.
bled little, as she said, with slight hest.
tation:
1.-THE butchers boy asked me for drink
Of water"
90, very we'll" said mamma that
was quite right, dear"
Was Marion happy child, as she sat il
her chair by her papa, while he read ii
the Bible that morning, and then knelt a
his side when he asked Gods blessing upor
the day. There was tumult in her it'll,
soul Her heart was beating quickly, anC
she felt strange unwilingness to meet th'
eyes Of her parents; but when she though
of the BURBERRY cake, safely hidden unde
that cover in the dining-room closet, theI
Marion couldn't help feeling glad. 1t wa
so good. What grand lunch she woul'
have by and by; and So with all the mis-
cradle uneasiness, there was small feelin
Of pleasure.
Prayers were over at last. They seeme
very long to Marion this morning. for sh
was in a hurry to make sure of her lunch
and run down to a pretty place by tn
brook in the garden, where she might ca
it, and nobody see her. But it seemed a
if she was to be disappointed for as sh
was leaving the room, her mother said:
"Marion !"
"What, aam ~
O. would like you to dust the parlor
You know this is Monday morning
Marion's heart gave great beat. SUI
enough, she had quite forgotten that tn
was Ntnnlup.uhli huu hht ulu Auu huHNli
Monday mornings.
al am going right into the dining.rooI
and here is the duster."
Marion took it silently. She had not
word to say, but trembling took hold
her fingers as she began her work.
"What if mamma should find the blu
berry cake2 What would she think
thought the little girl.
Marion did the busting as well as h
miserable feelings would allow her. Tn
she went to the dining-room door al
listened to hear if her mother was there
No, everything was quiet. She must
in the kitchen. Marion wondered wheth
she had yet been to the china-closet. S
opened the closet door and quietly slipp
in, lifted the cover, and there was the pie
of burberry cake, all safe
The little girl drew a quick breath
relief, and hastily placing it in her pock
ran into the back entry, caught her /
from its peg and was off in twinkli
down the garden walk to the brook.
There was pretty rustic seat under {
shelter Of some willows, where Marion W
used to come very often during the SUNNI
days. This morning she dropped upon t
seat quite out Of breath with her hurI
and looked around everywhere to be p,
fectly sure that she was quite alone TIL
was something Marion did not usually
when she came TO her pretty seat.
All me! the little girl had taken ga
into her heart, and guilt always makes p,
pie suspicious and cowardly. Thou
Marion had no need to be fearful, for no
person was near her. she looked over b
shoulder once or twice as she drew fro
her pocket the little treat that had alrea
caused her so much miserable feeling.
took large mouthiul.
Yes-it was very, very good. For
moment she forgot everything but tn
Then she took another bite, which was
quite as nice as the FIRST, she thought
wasn't Just as delicious as that she
eaten at breakfast.
81 am not hungry any longer thong
Marion. "l'll give the rest to the fshe
So she broke the cake into crumbs, a
scattered them upon the brook then watch
them as they aoated down stream.
1t was strange how utterly dull the d
seemed to Marion, although the sun v
shining brightly.
The brook and the trees aud the 81
failed to interest her, and so she thoul
she would return TO the house.
All the memory Of her falsehood, a
her disobedience, were wide-awake. Tt
would not let her rest, and yet nobo
knew about them but her own little self.
Don't you see that it is the sin VIII