Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1864-01-02
The Bachelor and the 1aly.

The bachelor and the 3aly.
"What shall I do!" and the ia backs.
lor stamped about the sitting room ID Per.
feet rage Of doubt, looking first al W napA
plug babe, in the little willow csa1A and
then at the busy French clock on
shelf. ~ 90 - ~ = ''''-''-' = =
"As sure as my name is Joseph fhrlps,
that little two.fsted, large-lunged nephew of
mine is about waking, and it wants an hour
of the time which his mother appointed fot
her return. Whew! actually sweat. think
ing about it, What can I do with ite
How can treat it to sugar what d'-ye.cah-
ems, or hold it, or trot it, or do anything with
its'
At this juncture faint wall from the baby
receptacle brought bachelor to his taps:
With an energy and alacrity that would not
lily become husband and baby-tender, he
commenced rocking the cradle, sending tho
indignant baby into perfect tremor Of kicks
and squalls. Backwards and forwards from
one side of the pillow to the other, the
round, red face 70 led; the infants fsts
were clenched with a force that purpled
them, while from the white, plump throat
came cry that set the bachelor wild with
fear.
Again Joe looked at the clock.
"What in the deuce can do?' he ex.
claimed, viewing wofully the little inAanAed
face before him.
He sat down on big chair before thu
baby, spread double cr.dle quilt over his
knees, and with a look of terror upon his
face, proceeded to take the baby from ito
resting place. He drew the young hopeful
into his lap, just as a very neat cd lady
would pick up pocket handkerchief, with
his thumbs and fingers. A fresh yell from
the rosy mouth of the baby was the only ex:
preston of thanks as he commenced tho
never -out-of-fashion baby trot.
cit must be that something is prickinf
him. Shoe, Shoe," said Joe, commenc:
ing search for the aggravating pm that was
driving the baby into such rage, but no pin
could be found, and he made an attempt to
turn the baby over, but oh the ciumsineas
Of his ingers-the little eel-likr form fell out
from his lap TO the floor, sending forth cry
that was louder, clearer, deadlier than Be:
FORE
"Lnrd save me, I've broke its heck !"
was the exclamation as he picked the baby
up. and in the agony of despair tried to quiet
him. A thought struck joe: he saw
basque hanging against the wall in an nd:
joining bedroom, and with smile Of delight
upon his countenance. he went for it.ll Sure
enough, there it was, stufing. bodice and All
"A real monument of feminine ingenuity:
He was wild with joy. He pinned It oseS
his coat and fastened the sleeves behind him.
He took the baby and laid its head against
the false breastwork.
''Shades Of Southern plantations and cots
ton factories" exclaimed Joe. as baby rooted
his nose in about mile, and cuddled fof
snoozc, Then the bachelor commenced sing.
ing
women are all aeeting show
For1nan's illusion given." ,.. -
A tap upon the door stopped Joe in the
midst Of his suggestive song. and before hs
had time time to disarray himself, the door
was op ned. and rosuish, laughing pair Of
eyes peerrd in upon him. '..q !.
Your sister is hot at home, IL che p
chirruped the visitor. .,.....,
"No. ma'am," stammered Joe. growing
very red In the face; "and I have turned
nursc." 5.ia 7g..
Miss Hays laughed, offered 10 relative him
Of his charge; which hs willingly consented
to, sit ing near by the while, inten:ly watch.
ing her: She managed the baby to
charm, without the basque, and Joe was cap.
| tivated:
Joseph Phelps married Fanny Hays.