The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1881-12-16
Cherries Chicken Pie.

InaB 0aQ Doe0 her granQmOGl6fS name,
and a good one it was; but, somehow, it
did not suit the bright-eyed and rosy
Tipped little girl; who had come to be
| the sunshine of the pretty prairie home.
So it happened that Charity grew into
| Cherrie, Cherrie Ripe, Cherry Red and
dozen other queer names for little
| girl.
And now I am going to tell you how
| Cherrie once helped grandma make
chicken pie for Thanksgiving dinner.
| There " as to be great deal Of company
at the old homestead that yeaf. Uncle
John and Aunt Hattie we're coming from
California Uncle Edward from Yer
mont, and Uncle Frank, with the new
Auntie Bell the children had never seen,
beside other uncles and aunties and
cousins, who lived not SO far away. For
many days beforehand everybody was
as busy as could be, fol- grandpa had
said -----.--------
"Let us have real old-fashioned
Thanksgiving, such as we used to have
in New England. 1t is long time since
all the children have been at home to-
| gether."
Cherrie never forgot those days. It
seemed to her as if the whole world was
changing into good things to eat. There
were such rows of fat chickens, turkeys,
geese and ducks, nicely dressed, hang
ing in the cellarway; such long lines of
pies upon every shelf in pantry and
closets; such pans full of doughnuts,
cookies and ginger-snaps such loaves
of cake, brown bread, graham bread,
rye bread and wheat bread such bask-
cts of apples Of every kind and color,
rubbed bright and shining and ready to
be "passed around" evenings with nuts
and cider; in word, such quantities of
everything you can think of that Cher
rie's eyes grew rounder and brighter
than ever, just from looking at them
But her cup of joy fairly ran over
when mamma said, on the last after
| noon
"Mother, T want you should make
the chicken pie tomorrow"
ella, no |" said grandma, laying down
her knitting, which looked like red
mitten about the right size for Cherrie.
"My eyes are not as bright as they
were once. You'd better make it, Lucy"
But she looked pleased all the same,
and when mamma said: mo mother.
It wouldn't be your pie, and we all want
that" she laughed soft little laugh,
and, looking over the top Of her specta-
Giles. said:
"Cherrie must help me, then, and be
my eyes,"
ooh, grandma! May really help?"
cried Cherrie, springing up and clap
ping her hands with delight.
eyes, child, to be sure you may"
answered grandma, and Cherrie danced
away the happiest little girl in the
world.
The next morning, when she opened
her eyes, the first thing she thought of
was the wonderful chicken pie she was
going to help make. She jumped out
of bed and dressed very quickly, never
minding the cold. For Jack Frost had
come to get his Thanksgiving dinner,
too, and he pinched Cherries nose and
fingers and toes as his way of saying,
Chow do you do ?"
Just after breakfast mamma said:
"Cherrie, wish you would go up to
my bureau drawer-the lower one-and
bring me down that long, green box in
the corner. We shall need all those
spoons and yours, too, guess, mother"
she added, speaking to grandma. as she
carefully wiped the best china cups.
Cherrie ran up stairs very proud of
her mission. Mammals bureau drawers
were charmed places, full of all sorts of
pretty thin rs, and it was seldom she
caught glimpse of them. And now to
think that she had been sent IT, bring
the spoons with her own hands The
rosy cheeks grew crimson, and she drew
a long breath of delight as she carefully
pulled open the drawer Slowly she
lifted the green box and set it upon the
bureau. Then, hardly know how, the
fat little fingers, instead of pushing in
the drawer, very softly raised the lid of
another box-a brown one-and the
bright eyes peeped within it. There,
upon bed of cotton, lay several rings,
locket and some pretty little trinkets.
Cherrie looked at them and thought
very fast. How much she had always
wanted ring ever since her dearest
friend and playmate, Julia Grey, had
hers, with its round pink stone How
easy it would be to take one of
these and wear it just for the day
turning the stone in until after dinner,
and then showing it to Julia and put
ting it back so mamma would never
know.
"But your mamma has forbidden you
to touch anything in her drawers with
out leave" whispered a soft little voice
in her ear.
"She did give me leave tocome here"
answered Cherries naughty heart, while
her cheeks grew redder than ever.
"Not to take a ring" the gentle
voice went on. "Suppose you should
lose it?"
All this time Cherrie had been trying
On one after the other; one after the
other they all slipped of-all but one.
This, the very prettiest, with its cluster
of white sparkling stones, fitted the
plump finger better than the rest, al
though it was rather large.
"Cherrie /! Cherrie y cried mamma
from the foot of the stairs, 'come rights
down! Grandma's all ready for you!
Cherrie gave great start.
"Yes'm," she called back family;
Sim coming"
Another long minute she stood twist
ing the pretLy, SniAinS i1AB aDout Gnen
she slammed down the box cover,
showed in the drawer, caught up the
box of spoons and hurried down to the
kitchen.
For the next half-hour she was very
busy getting out the rolling pin, and
salt-box, sitting -four, running down
cellar and doing all she could to help
grandma. At last the great tin pan had
been lined with crust, the pieces of
chicken laid cozilY around inside. and
supply of rich gravy poured over them.
Just as the upper crust was about being
laid on, Cherrie spied tiny black speck
floating around.
ooh, grandma Wait minute till
I take it out" she cried, catching up
spoon.
81 said you'd have to be my eyes,"
said grandma, pinching down the crust
and fixing on the "top-knot.
In few minutes more the pie was in
the oven, and grandma went away to lie
down while before dinner. Aunts and
uncies had begun to arrive, and mamma
was busy with them. So Cherrie stole
softly into the dining-room to look at