The Plymouth weekly Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1860-1869, 1866-05-03
nv Hunt After the Baby.

but there was none ripe enough, so walk
ed slowly back to the house, with mY
hands under my apron to save them from
sunburn; and the moment | stepped into
the sitting room | saw the baby was mis-
sing.
The baby was one that had been left
with us-sister Bell and melville the
dear mamma went to see the dear papa
sick ina far away hospital. ltwas plump
peachy little thing, nearly year old, nam
cd Maude called Mad@e. ana
more famliarly called Midget She was
as full of mischief as she could hold crept
all about the house, throwing things ont
Of doors or into the fire rs came handiest
thrust her hands behind her and screach
like hyena if any one approached TO ia
teriere with her operations, and slept
about fifteen minutes twice a day. Her
usual time to be crawling around under
foot was in the early part OF the day when
the kitchen work was IL progress in the
afternoon, whel the work was al! done,
and We ready for frolc with her lady,
ship, the little nuisance might generally
be found scguestered IN corner hueging
bosom, full OF matches. or sticking post
are stamps all over her chubby arms But
this time had left her asleep She must
have been asleep for she didn wink, and
when the little decciver was coaxiac ne
she always winkcl desperately. laid
her on a rug in a col corner, and. leaving
the door opel, walkel down to the corn
field and buck ar,n in about seven MN
u;c- Is nearly as | could judge
The baby was missing. There was the
print OF her little moist head on the pillow.
there was the little blue hints of shoes,
Just as she had kicked them off in her play.
IIurricdly wen. through room after room.
searching AM calling. Mt glimpse Of
the little white frocs, No. lisp from the
pratteling tongue.
Baby baby. where arc you - cried.
Oh. dear. Mr. L. B. Aldrch 1t wasn't
our baby YOU had in mini, was It. when
YOU wrote those lines
..Oh. where Is our danty. oar darling,
The diin,esi darling of all,
Little Mau.c -
Rushing to the foot of the stairs ''Oh,
Bell" shouted, "havc you seen the
baby
So. haveat-I guess not. Why >"
knew by the way Bell spoke that she
was not halfawahe, but her GOODNESS annoy
cd me.
You guess not, Well. shes lost;
went to the lot after roasting ears, and
when -
\ fearful exclamation from Bell inter
rupted ne.
:Oh. dear me. have you looked in ,hs
parlor? I've no doubt but shes poking
over my photograph album. ID look.
please, sis. '
Terror oyeam l.terei my str)ae desire
to ling back snappi-h answer to this az
cravatng remark. Down staifs again.
threw opcn the parlor door. which having
been tightly closed. | had not before tried
All unls.urbel and quiet How thank
iul | should have been Just then to have
found cferythin-, topsy-turvy, the phan-
tom al glass boluet in ruins. AMI Bell.
aibu'a N the smut.y fingers or the littlc
calrrt
Wish 4 9roaa shlt tio DOR. an.l com,
niencci the search anew. opened all
The closets AMI pre- i,e. that had opcne
before, boxing ua Ter 5 ,las AMI bureaus
shook The ironing blanket. li,hca in the
swi. blrrel. All vain, vain y, baby
no Midget
Then | rln out to tie currani oushe,.
where few tempting re / bunche, were
Still hanging Bell saw me. ami halle!
me from the chamber window.
| l,okei " tn see tn provoking siri
sitting by the open blind. braidin. her
tangled hrir. aai t,il her t. com. down
anl help me lind this child.
Have yoa lo,kel IN the a,h hole. an.
The b2nib1xcs. AM ii +: Big cha-ch :" an
sst.el thi, trying sister OF mine: bat |
saw her eyes opening very wide, and in
two minutes more she was iounc;n@ about
the kitchen with her ua:astenei braid,
hanging about Ter shoulders in a very
original style Of waterfall.
Her movements We're peculiar and
eharacteri>iic She shook the door mat.
ierAeu thr pump han He, examined the
bread tray anl the -four barrel. Then
her eyes fcll upon the sink drain
She couldn't have GOT in there now
could shcg" questioned Bell, with terror
IA e.ery feature. "fhe hcrril sewer, you
know AMI she boxed Il whole chapter
Of Victor Hugo as me in one wretehed ln>
slant. :
"Or course not Through four inch
spout and rut the strainer in after her.
What a prcpostcrous notion.
And Bell does not know to this day that
not five minutes before she cane down
was working the broom handle down that
very spou. with all my might aud main.
Ont of doors we went, examined the
out houses and clumps of elder, looked
over the fence, ND street down street, anu
finally returned disccnsola'c TO the kitchen.
Midget. Midget Dear, precious lit
tic angel, where are you, moaned Bell,
dropping down upon the settee. | did
not say, IIumph, pestilerous little angel :.
for Btirs distress was too genuine to be
mocke; So we sat with our arms around
each o.hcr. crying. We heard very
slight ratting in the direction of the lit
tie cook room off the kitchen which con
tanned no furniture buta stove and table
We had glanced round this room once OF
twice but as there seemed to be no hiding