Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1868-02-07

his pa take him ?" with an express
lively reproachful glance at the savage
countenance of Mr.. Corban. /
'1'm not his pap grumbled Mr..
Corban, pulling his hat little farth-
er down over his eyes. .A i
"Oh! you amt? Wall, now, that's
curis p said the cid lady. Il should
have thought you was for sartin T! the
baby is the image Of ye-jest the same
kind of nose; aud its eyes has got
the same IMPRESSION"
Expression, indeed !! Mr.. Corban
was boiling over! He had always
particularly prided himself on his
expires. ion; and there was this old
ogre comparing him to that dumpling-
laced, huckleberry-eyed baby!
WALL" said the old lady, slowly
as though she had reached the con-
cluSion after some thought, 81 sup
pose as it's likely this is a post-mor-
tenn child, which is born after the
death OF its father, and you married
its mother rather soon alter her hu5-
hand departed this vale of tears
Wall, that's got so to be dreadful
common now. But my Elijah has
been dead nigh onto nineteen months,
and | hain't began to think of Sec
ond pardner. Though Squire Hud-
ION, he has been ruther retentive to
me lately; and the squire is left SO
helpless aud onfortinit with them six
children of his, that | don't know. |
hope the Lord will show me my duty,
and give me strength to take the
squire for better or for worse, if it's
right and best! | don't never want
to shirk no duty, marin. When did
your first husband die, marin ?"
"Parksburg! screamed the con-
ductor. "Stop five minutes for re-
freshments Change cars WaIling-
ford, Amsterdam and Myrtle Ridge +
The woman with the baby arose
quickly. A thrill of JOY went through
Mr.. Corban. He thought she was
at her journeys end. lie, too, rose
with alacrity.
Can l assist you in any way,
madam?' he asked, gallantly.
Thank you. | will just trouble
you to hold baby while | 90 ard get
a cup of coffee. | breakfasted early,
and need something warm. BE care
ful and hold his head up, he is subject
to the Group" And before Corban
could utter one word by way Of re-
lusal, she had put the baby in his
arms, and was rushing off with the
crowd.
Our unfortunate hero felt himself
growing hot and cold alternately. He
had served two wears with orndit in
the war, and been In a score of bat
ties, but, through it all, he had never
experienced such a sinking at the
stomach as came over him now. Most
of the passengers left the cars; and
COrban would have done likewise
but he feared he might lose sight of
the baby mother, and the train would
start without him. SO, in an agony
of terror lest something dreadful
should happen, he stood there In the
aisle, holding the baby at arms length
and fixing his frantic gaze on The
door through which his deliverel
would come.
Gail aboard p called the stentoriar
voice Of new cOnductor-and the
people rushed in. But the passengers
were, most Of them, new ones, fol
there was a junction at Parkersburg
and, most of all, the baby'S mother
was not among them The bell rang
the cars were moving; the door wa,
shut with bang, and the train wa;
off. Corban waxcd desperate.
"HaIlo, there!' he called to th'
conductor. stop this train can
, go on; there's woman left behind
She went to get a cup of ccffee.-
Stop! tell you, this Instant, sirT
, whats up?, asked the conductor
''She's left the bahy-"
/ Your wife? Oh! never mind
, Such things occur frequently. Shell
!. come next train"
; "l tell you to stop! I shall g
! crazy And-Oh, Lord wha
E shall | do with the baby? Say, II
). give you five dollars-ten-twenty-
yes, fifty dollars, if you will put bacI
q and let me off at Parkersburgr'
, 81 should have no objection to til
f money, sir! but | couldn't oblig
: you if you were of the Rotchschilds
: Aud the conductor passed on hi
{. way.
"Bless your soul, sir!' said the oil
}. lady in the next seat, giving nudg
+ with parasol, "youll suffocate thu
babyl Don't you see you're holdin
>. him with his feet where his head ha
!. orter be? He's wrong side upw
g Corban hastily rescued the youn!
ster, which uttered a shriIl yell at n
9 treatment.
is You'd ort to be ashamed of you
e self?'' went on the old lady, indi,
o nantly, "to toss that blessed chi
1t round in sich an onhuman way!
n man never ort to have no childre
ID that don't have no natral feelings t
5 ward EN-. Sir, you was a baby ONT
ID yerself!'
ie Just then a thin, yellow-faced W
man slipped in;o the seat in front {
Is Mr. Corban. She was middle-age
but her dress had all the gushingne
he of sixteen. "Lovely child" she e
claimed, insinuatingly.