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rolls over, kicks and screams worse than ev-

rolls over, KICKS and screams worse than ev-
cry ..... r..
Hush! you little brat I believe it's
nothing in the world but crossness. Hush /!
Shaking it) husl, tell you. (Child cries
to the ne plus ultra.)
why, surely pin must stick in the
child. Yes, e bad pin did ticky chilluns.-
Let muddy see where de uggy pin did ticky
dear prettous creter-(examining.) Why
no, it is Mt pm. Why, what can be the
matter with the child II 1t must have the
cholic surely. Rose, go bring me the pare
goric off the mantle piece. Yes, muddy's
baby did hab Q tolIc. Dat is what did all
muddy's pret'ous darling baby pressing
it TO her bosom and rocking il. Child cries
on.)
Rose brought the paregoric, handed it,
dodged and got her expectations realized as
before.
Now bring me the sugar, and some wa
ter.
Rose brought them, and delivered both
without the customary reward for at that
instant the child, being laid perfectly still on
the lap, hushcd
The paregorc was administered, and the
child received it with only whImper now
and then. AS soon as it received the medi-
cine the mother raised it up, and it began to
cry.
why, Lo.I help my soul what's the
matter with the child? What have you
done to him, you little hussy ~ (rising and
walking towards Rose.)
''Cla', missus, eint done nothn' I all
was is sittin' down ba by Miss Nancy's bu-'
you lie, you slut, Uniting her passing
slap.) II know you've hurt him. Hush,
my baby, Singing the Coquette) don, you
cry; your sweet heart will come by'm'by ;
da de dun day, da de DUN diddle dunn dun
day. (Child cries on.)
Lord help my soul and body what can
the matter be with my baby 7 (tears coming
into her eyes.) Something's the matter with
it; | know it u.s. (laying the child on her
lap and feeling its arms to see if It flinched
in any particular party But the child cries
less while she was feeling it than before.
'Yes, dat was it; wanted little arms ynb-
bed. Mud will yub its sweet little arms. =
(Child begins crying.)
what on earth can make my baby cry
so = rising and walking to the window
Stops at the window and the child bushes.
Yes dat was ibid want TO look out c
windys See the petty chickens. O-o-o-h
Look at the beauty, rooster Yonder's old
aunt Betty, pickin' up chips. Yes, old aun
Betty, pickin' up chips TO- bake bicky, ibis
cut) for good chilluns. Good aunt Betty 70
make bicky TO- sweet baby's supper
Child begins again.
'Hoo-o-o!' Knocking at the window
Child cries.
You Rose, what have you done to this
child! You little hussv, if you don't tel
me how you hurt him, III whip you as long
as Can find YOU
'Missis, 'cla' | never done nothin' t al
to him. was jst setten down da by Mis-
Nancy's bu-.'
IF you say Mss Nancy's bureau to mi
again, III stuff Miss Nancy's bureau dow'
your throat, you little, lying slut. Pm jus
as sure you've hurt him, as if Id seen you
How did you hurt hing
Here Rose was reduced to a non plus =
for upon the peril of having a bureau stuffed
down her throat, she dare not repeat the oft
told-ale, and she knew no other. She
therefore stood mute.
Julia, SAID Mr. Slang, 'bring the child Il
me, and let me see if can discover TIT
cause of his crying.
Mr.. Slang took the child and commenced
careful examination of it, He removed
its cap, and beginning at the crown of III
head he extended the search slowly and eau
t'ously downward, accompanying the ey'
with the touch of the fingers. ,He had no
proceeded far IN this way before he discov
cred in the right ear of the child a small fea
ther, the cause, of course, of all its waing
The cause removed, the child soon changed
its tears TO smiles, greatly to the delight o
all, and to none more than Rose.