Waterbury evening Democrat., 1891-04-11
LOVERS OF APPLES.
The Person Who Is an Apple Eater Is Sure
 to Be All Right.


 I used to say in those callow days, says a writer, when we have positive opinons on all subjects, we have not come to the comprehension of the fact that there is no rule without an excep- tion, that 1 could not like any one who did not like apples. Since then I have known very estimable people who could not eat them; but since then, also, l have come to understand why I liked apple-lovers.
 Y They are usually-perhaps, because of the apples-people with healthy Iiv- CTS; and people with healthy livers are sure to be amiable. They are peo- pie with good, strong white teeth: for your apple-lover does not like his apple as he must eat 1t at desert peeled and delicately sliced with a silver knife. He desires to partal1e of the fruit that tempted Eve as it grows biting it through the skin and eating it down to the core and not weary of it as he filings that away, and the jaws of those who love apples are the jaws of those who chew well, and this makes them pleasant to look upon.
 A sot never likes apples. The man whose dinners are in many courses. and who gloatS over the green fat of turtle soup, and is full of deep lznowl- edge of the different flavors of liqueurs and the brands of champagne, cares lit tie for apples.
 The eater of good and simple food is the apple-lover; the man, whatever his age, who is still young at heart. I was going to say who is still boy, for all healthy boys devour apples; but, then, boys eat them indis- criminately; eat them ripe and unripe, with worms at their hearts, and with out caring what they are, while the apple-lover of whom think is an cpl cure. He knows his apple when he meets | it. The color and beauty of the apple l in the dish that ornaments the desert | table do not delude him; it is often tasteless. Sometimes, in a barrel of ! pie apples that have ripened to the ex- | act point of perfection, he will find his bonne bouche. All the apples on fa- vorite tree will fail him, perhaps, in | some seasons, until, as he ceases, in de- spair, to look at them, pinch them and l throw them away-he has no need to | ttaste-two or three come to maturity fthat realize his dream of perfection. The apple epicure is not glutton; he never gives himself remorse and doctors bill with apples. It is his joy to break his apple and share it with his dearest friend. When in love, he is lcapable of taking it entire to his best beloved, but it needs an ardent passion for such a sacrifice.
 Somehow though. as said before, I make allowances for digestions that are lnot what they should be, and for den- Lists teeth and for bad "broughten up." { (Some people teach their children that apples will hurt them, you know.) I like tn: apple-lover still. He, or she, is lgenerally whole-souled sort of person of healthy mind and body, not affected, and not cranky. No, not cranky even on the apple question. For catch him to eat an apple which, is not whole some one, and he has no idea that he has peculiar talent for apple-eating either. He supposes that all the world must like apples and know their virtues as we'll as he does.
 can not imagine a very wicked woman eating apples in this epicurean fashion. She might be fond of oranges or of white grapes or any thing expen- sive in the way of fruit, but the simple Yankee apple, blushing from the tree, in which the farmers rosy daughter takes delight, assuredly she despises.-- N " Ledper