Arizona weekly enterprise., 1882-08-19
Cherries Chicken Pie.

-SL Nicholas.
 Cherries Chicken Pie.
 In the great family Bible her name was written Charity Stowe Bascomb. That had been her grandmother's name, and good one it was but, somehow, i5 lid 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 a dozen other queer names for little girl.
 And now am going to tell you how Cherrie once helped grandma make chicken pie for Thanksgiving dinner. There Eas to be great deal of company at the old homestead that year. Uncle john and Aunt Hattie were 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, wno lived not so far away. For many days beforehand everybody was as busy as could be, for grandpa had said
 "Let us have real old-fashioned Thanksgiving, such as we used to have in New England. It 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 cl,a T 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 a 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, I want you should make the chicken pie tomorrow.
 '' La, no P said grandma, laying down her knitting, which looked like red nlitten 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 "N No mother It wouldn't be your pie, and we all want that" she laughed soft little laugh, aud, looking over the top of her specta- cles, said
 "Cherrie must help me, then, and be my eyes"
 "Oh. grandma May really help" cried Cherrie, springing up and clap ping Her hands with delight.
 '' Yes, child, to be sure you may" answered grandma, and Cherrie danced away inc 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, |" How do you dol" Just after breakfast mamma said : "Cherrie, wish you would go up to
 
 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. 1 Cherie ran up stairs very proud of her mission. Mammals bureau drawers wer3 charmed places, full of all sorts of pretty thin rs, and it was seldom she caught glimpse of them. And now to 1 think that she had been sent to bring | the spoons with her own hands The rosy cheeks grew crimson, and she drew a long breath of delight as she carefully pulled oIea the drawer. Slowly she lifted the green box and set 1t upon the bureau. Then, hardly know how, the fat little fingers, instead of pushing in the drawer, very softly raised the lid oi 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 a 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 oi 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 soft little voice in her ear.
 " She did give me leave to come here, 2 answered Cherries naughty heart, whilC her cheeks grew redder than ever.
 "Not to take 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 ths other they all slipped oE-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 !" cried msmm; from the foot of the stairs, "come righ downl Grandma's all ready for you
 Cherrie gave great stnrt.
 "Yes'm," she called back faintly "Im coming"
 Another long minute she stood twist ing the pretty, shining ring about thel she slammed down the box cover showed in the drawer, caught up tn, box of spoons and hurried down to tn, kitchen.