Maryland independent. [volume] (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1874-current, 1897-06-25
Adde'S APPLE PIE.
BY HELEN FORREST GRAVES.

"Now, Joseph, apail of fresh water,
please, from the well, said Addie Sill
vester. "And some oven wood, and
bunch of fennel, and some of those
big roses from the bush by the stone
wall Not all the blossomed-out ones,
you know, Joseph, but buds and half
blown flowers.
''Yes, miss, said Joseph.
"And stop by the hennery fence,
Joseph, and see that the brood of little
ducklings is all right aud the calf
hasn't jumped over the wall, and
good gracious, me, what are you star
ing at, Joseph?"
The hired boy, a great awkward
lout of Is, turned very red.
please, miss, 1 cant help it, said
Joseph. But please, miss, I'll go as
fast as ever l can; and if 1 cant find
no roses, please, miss, know bush
of lovely wild honeysuckle down by
the swamp"
Away went Joseph, swinging awk-
wardly from side to side in his gait,
while Miss Sylvester, standing at her
pastry table, reflected:
GLOW dreadfully awkward that boy
isl One would actually suppose hi
to be all feet and hands. And 1 wish
we could break him of that dreadful
habit of staring with those gobble
eyes of his. !"
Alas, how pa.hetically di ferent
were the medita ions of honest Joel
"Ain't she like an angelo" said Jo-
seph, to himself, stumbling over the
stone fence and frightening the golden
iacketed little ducklings hither and
yon. "Myl how them eyes of her'n
do sparkle and them little white teeth
shine every time she speaksl l wish
| was buccaleer, or the captain of
three-masted brig, and then I'd marry
her, and we'd go and live-on desert
island, where there wasn't nothin'
but palms and bauaner treesl"
While pretty Addie, slicing up the
golden apples for pies, was glancing
shyly at the sparkle of certain ring
upon the forefinger of her left hand
plain, oldfashioned band of gold,
with four claws grasping small but
brilliantly watere1 diamoad-the Ell
gagement ring which Harry Fielding
had given her two days before.
"And to think that it was Harry's
mothers, 80 years agor' said Addie
to herself, turning the pretty, apple
stained finger round and round, to see
the sunbeans splinter into colored
rainbows against the crystal facets
ooh, dear; wonder how shall look
30 years from now? But mamma is
quite right oughtnt to wear it
about my housework "
And slipping it of, she laid the yell
low circlet on the table and procee led
to 81 ier dust of sweet-scented Gin
namon over the apple-slices as they
lay in their nest of crust.
And Joe returned, with a pail of
water, an armful of wood, favorable
report concerning the ducklings aad
the red calf, and bunch Of delicious
pink roses, that scented all the air.
"Now, Joe," said Miss Sylvester,
briskly, ''you may carry these apple
parings to Bob, the pony, and then
you may go and Pick some peas for
dinner.
Eyes, MISS" said Joe.
And Ad lie fell into deep reverie,
as she covered in her pies with a blan-
ket of snowy paste and decorated the
same with the fantastic motions of the
mysterious little instrument which
housewives call ''jiggering iron''-
reverie as to whether she should be
married in a white swiss muslin, with
a,vreath and veil, or in a brown cash
mere travelling dress and brown hat.
with a crimson carnation in the side.
81 suppose the cashmere would
really be the most sensible and useful. +"
mused Addie, as she put the pies into
the oven and glanced up at the clock.
''But, oh, dear! the white swiss and
the veil would be so Iovelyl And a
girl never can expect to be bride but
once"
And she ran out to gather some red
raspberries for Grandfather Sylvester 8
IL o'clock bowl of bread and milk.
W hCh ohC Ndhlt Ddch JOt WIS SMELL
ing peas at the kitchen table.
"Please, miss, there wasn't nothin'
to do at the barn just now" said Joe,
''an' | thort I'd help you spell.
"That's right, Josephl" said Miss
Sylvester, with the gracious mein of a
princess.
For the beautiful Miranda disdained
not the worship of Caliban, and to
Adelaide Sylvester there was some
thing rather amusing than otherwise
in the idea that Joseph, the gobble-
eyed farm lad. was her humble slave
and adherent; for woman naturally
likes to queen it over the lowliest
creature alive.
"Hellof" cried Mr. Harry Fielding.
putting his handsome head into the
kitchen; chow delicious your pies
smell, Addict"
81 made them myself" said Miss
Sylvester, with pardonable pride, as
she looked down at the round, sun
shiny trophies of her culinary skill
without so much as recipe book to
refer to. And
But just at that moment she