Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1867-09-12


the next steamer couldn't under
stand her lingo, strand went right
back to New York on the two O'Clock
train" --or
Joseph Verley stood aghast, star
ing at the rosy baby as it lay Growing
in the woman's arms, and wondering
which of his lucky stars he should
call on to aid him in this unlocked
for emergency. A full grown young
lady niece would have been bad
enough-but baby.
$50 this is my niece he muttered.
"And what in the deuce am l going
to do with herr"
He turned suddenly to the colored
woman.
"What time does the next train for
Woodfield leave?"
sin an hour, sir" 40
"Would you be kind enough to
take care Of the child until then? l
suppose | must take it on home with
me; l can't very well drown it, or
throw it under the car whcelsl"
"Sir?" calculated the astonished
stewardess.
But Mr.. Verley turnel on his heel
and strobe out of the depot, scarcely
able at first, to comprehend the full
ness of the disaster that had befallen
| him. hi~
The train was at the station when
he returned; the woman awaited him
with the sleeping infant in her arms
"Asleep, eh." commented Mr.. Yer
ley, "well that's lucky"
"Where is the nurse, sir?" question
ed the woman.
Nurse. what nurse"
"Why, 1 suppose you went to get
anurse."
"Never once thought of it," ejacu-
lated Joseph, madly shifting his
forehead. Here give the thing to
me. quick the train is moving!"
He had hardly time to spring on
board as the locomotive gave an UNI
earthly shrek and began to move,
while the baby followed suit in both
respects.
He staggered to a seat, holding
the umbrella and child in one hand,
while in the other his valise swung
forward and backward.
There. there. bless its heart" ht
lcoaxed, initiating, as nearly as posi-
bic, the colored woman's formula
1--WE won't cry--no we WON'T"
But the baby evidently had an
opinion of its own on the subject
and uould cry in spite of the various
Establishments practieed by the be
wildered uncle, such as shaking the
umbrella handle, swinging his watch
and trotting both knees. People be
gan to look round reproachfully
young men shrugged their shoulders
and young ladies smiled.
"Hush! hush. there's darling"
whispered, Mr.. Verley. "Whatdoe:
it want to settle down into such
heap for? body can't tell its spine
from its leg. There. there! it shall
look out of the window, II l could
only remember nursery rhy me OF
so, Bless my heart. what lungs i
has! You little beast, aciH you keel
still?"
| But still the baby wept, and walled
and CRASHED its gums, for teeth it hat
but two, Mr. Verley began to lool
round the car in search ofsome mat
ronly dame OF whom he could seel
counsel, but in vain. There wer'
only three ladies in the car, and the.
were young, with round hats anC
dimpled cneks.
"They won't know anything abou
it.n' groaned Mr.. Verley, in anguish
of spirit. "Oh, why didn't hav'
enough common sense TO get nurse
l suppose there is no danger of
baby's bursting its lungs, but | shoul'
think if there was such contingenc.
this baby was in a fair way Ofmeet
ing it. Well, roar away, my young
friend. l can stand it as long as yo'
, can"
Vain boast, and futile as vain, a
Mr.. Joseph Verely very soon discoy
cred The baby not only cried, bu
it screamed, it kicked, it doubled ii
SELF over in more ways than contor
E tionist's widest dreams could imag
; inc, and became apparently frant
with passion. The prespiratiol
broke out in huge beads on Joseph
, brow, his face flushed, and still tn
; cars Numbered on al
"What is to become of mes" h
pondered, holding desperately on t.
the struggling infant by the sasl
that encircled its little waist, AM
! watching its purple face with a spe
cies ofdetestation. 81 don't wonde
that Harold died. / shall die in
week if this sort Of thing goes on
And it seemed so easy for Barbar,
. Smith to take care other little broth
ers and sisters. IfBarbary was onl,.
!, here" eflff
Mr. verley jerked the baby up in
to a sitting posture, with a suddel
idea
"I'll do it," quoth Mr.. Verley.-
I'll take the back express at four il
the morning, and go straight there
All, you may stop crying, you 1ittl
hypocrite but it won't do any good
I'm not to be caught twice in tn
same trap"
, Barbara Smith was watering he
tube roses, in the bright mornin!
. sunshine, as Mr.. Verley drew up t.
the gate with the valise and baby II
II 'sDear me! Mr.. Verleyw she ejacu
: lated, blnsying celestial rosy red. =
!, why what a sweet little baby!"
eyes, very sweet" he Responded