The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1857-06-20

What shall do?" and the old bach.
clor stamped about the sitting-room in
perfect rage of doubt, looking first at the
mapping baby in the little willow cradle,
and then at the busy clock on the mantle
shelf
AS sure as my name is joseph
Phelps, that baby, that little two-fsted,
large-lunged nephew of mine is about wa,
king, and it wants one whole hour of
time which its mother appointed for her
return. Whew. | actually sweat think
ing about it. What can / do with it
how can | treat it to sugar-whrtd'ye-
call ems, or hold it, and trot it, or do
anything with it"
At this luncture, faint wall from the
baby-receptacl: brought bachelor Joseph
to his taps. With an energy and alacrity
that would not lily become husband and
baby tender, he commenced rocking the
cradle; sending the indignant baby into
tremor of kicks and squalls. Backward
and forward, from one side Of the pillow
to the other, the round, red face rolled,
the infant fists were clenched with a
force that purpled them; while from the
white plump throat came a cry that sent
the bachelor wild with fear.
Again Joe looked at the clock.
"What in the deuce can | do?" he ex-
claimed, viewing wofully the infamed
face before him.
lie sat down in a big chair before baby
spread double cradle-quilt over his
knees, and with a look of terror upon his
face, proceeded to take the baby from its
resting place. He drew the young hope
full into his lap, just as very neat old
lady would pick up pocket handker-
chief, with his thumb and fingers. 4
fresh yell from the rosy mouth of the ba-
BY was the only expression Of thanks as
he commenced the neyer-out-of-f fashion
baby trot
1t must be that something is prickine
him. Shoe, shoow said Joe, commcnc-
ing search for the aggravating pin that
was driving the child into such rage.
But no pin was to be found, and he made
an attempt to turn the baby over; but oh !,
the clumsiness of his fingers, the little
eel like form slid out of his lap to the
floor, sending forth cry that was cloud
er, clearer, deadlier than before"
Lord save me. I've broken its neck. /"
was the exclamation as he picked the ba-
by up, and in the agony of despair tried
to quiet him. A thought struck Joe.
He saw basque hanging against the
=, wall of the adjoining bedroom, and with
a smile of delight upon his countenance,
he went for it. Sure enough, there was,
stufling, bodice and all, real monument
OF feminine ingenuity. He was wild
with joy. He pinned it over his coat,
and fastened the sleeves behind him. He
took the baby and laid its head against
the false breastwork.
"Shades of Southern plantations anG
cotton facturies. exclaimed Joe. az the
baby rooted its nese into it about mile
then cuddled down for snooze. Then
the bachelor commenced singing -
women are all a fceting show
For mans delusion given:
When filed with bran and stuffed with tow.
They look quite we'll"
A tap upon the door stopped Joe il
the midst of his suggestive song; and be
fore he had time to disarray himself, tn,
door opened, and roguish pair of eye
peerc1 in upon him.
Your sister is not at home, is she!'
chirruped the visitor
+" No ma'am," stammered Joe, grow
ing very red in the face; "and | hav'
turned nurse"
Miss Hayes laughed; offered to reliev,
him ct his charge, which he willingl,
consented to, sitting near by, all tn
while intently watching her. She man
aged the baby to charm, without th
basque, and Loe was captivated.
Joseph Phelps married Fanny Haye
-'pon my word he did.
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