Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1868-11-04
soothing expedient that suggested itsef

still! Take its sugar from its own, oV
uncle, that's little golden boy" 81 iaa
But the golden boy absolutely rejectt
the sugar, screaming louder than ever.
if its lungs were forty baby power, an
warranted never to tire out 1t kicket
it struggled, it paved the air, it gre
purple in the face. Ashes ef Kin
Herod and all the Egytians what WI
a man to do ?
In vain [ executed war dance aroun
its cradle, in vain rang the dinner bel
and jing led the china ornaments, an
waved the feather. duster, and swung m
gold r:peater, and bawled nursery ballad
at the top of my lungs. Talk about pei
severance. Robert Bruce's spider wa
nothing to that a.rocious lump of morta
ity, a-.-g tyars5r 49,
"There's nothing for it. but to capitu
late" " said [ to myself, as I jammcd m
hat on my head viciously, thrust my arm
into an overcoat, and seized the baby ou
of its cradle. Leave it absolutely alone
dsred not, and the nearest grocery where
milk was procurable lay three blocks off
Thus in sort of stony despair, I ISSUED
forth from the house, carrying my per
secuter like bundle under one arm. r
| | thought he would stop crying when
he got into the open air., but not he
oxygen onl y seemed to increase the thrill
power of hisvIlainous little pipes Peo-
pie stopped to stare at me as if I was an
escaped lunatic, or an abductor of human
| innocence. Women looked Indignantly
at the baby, its blue worsted socks and
little pink legs Kicking blindly from ben
cath my arms. Children ran after me-
dogs barked; but I kept doggedly on my
way, walking into the grocery with a re-
solution second OILY to that of the Ro
man fellow who jumped into crater no.
body knows how many hundred years
ago. zaTo5ma5 :. 8aHyiGga
~ "a pint Of milk: il you please" sa9
"Milk sir? A. c you brought any
thing to put It in!' -3''
[ thought Ct ny tobacco box my
pocket book, the corner of my hat, all of
these impractieeable places for the depos-
it of the lacteal fluid
II never thought OF that ~ I said,
righting the baby, who came head upper
most with very crimson countenance and
eyes looking defantly into mine eyes
that said, as if they spoke in so many
syllables, 81 won't stop crying! I'll die
first. a.44& zH5
The storekeeper looked on sympathet-
ically II could sell you a nice little
pitcher, sir. if"
"The very idea," I interrupted "a
pitcher Of milk; and please to make the
change out of this portmonnie, for if [
had three pairs of hands [ cor ldn't more
than hold this kicking little demon with
'em !"
" Well, sir" said the storekeeper, " he
does seem rare one for using his legs,
let alone his lungs. Yes, thank you
sir !" ..e...s = .-...... : !
Now, have always since laid it up as
grudge against human nature that that
unprlnclpled grocery man took five dol |
lar bill out Of my portmonnie, knowing
that | should not discover it until it was
too late to rectify the error. [ wouldn't
have treated Turk so.
| took up the pitcher of milk in my
right hand, still balancing the baby skill
uIly against my left arm and side, and
started triumphantly for home.
" Now I'll settle your business, my fine
Toung friend p I thought as it posi-
lie that Il ever saw such an incorrigib!e'nui
ance as this ?" -...E..
But my triumph was speedily reduced
o the lowest pitch of humiliation "Dear
ne, Mr.. Beverly, is it possible that this
S you?" ri
1t was Kate Millions SELF radiant in
pring bonnet, lilac silk walking dress,
lose fringed parasol and the daintiest of
lac kid gloves-Kate Milton, with an
ir of astonishment that served to make !
er one degree pretticr than ever
My first instinct was to turn and fee
ANONYMOUSLY my second was to drop
~ nephew and his milk into the gutter, >
nd resolutely deny all connection with =
lem; my third prompted me resolutely :
} stand my ground. - :
I" Yes, it is I Miss Milton-a-a fine .
ay r' " '
Very fine" e
Kate eyed me obviously, and no Won .
9r. One sock curling and twisting as !,
a serpent were inside of it instead of :
baby's foot, appeared beneath my coat F
,irt, fanked by quarter Of a yard of =
wiss embroidery and tucks, wofully T
umpled by the fiery ordeal through :
hich we had both passed the milk, con- =
und it, had dropped down the full " "
myth OF my pearl-colored pantaloons, ~ y,
ID my hat bent and bruised, was thrust ("
kishly on the side of my head [ was
oveless, flushed and disheveled, and .
ke me for all In all, must have felt con- y,
lerably like a pickpocket, or an old es
)thes man out for walk. ~
L passed on. followed by the sound of v;
mt subdued laughter-a s3und that u
ing me to the quick So Kate and her IN
mpanions were laughing at me; this r
S indeed the unkindest cut of all. [ p,
solved never to dance the German with E.
lte Milton again. II
The house was quiet and deserted as I in
urned and inserted my night-key in We
: little circular lock. What could have Is
come Of Bertha? The cold dew oozed on
t upon my brow as I, for one instant A
ltemplated the horrid possibility of my til
ng left, sort Of modern Robinson A
usoe, with the diabolical little man nj
lday on my hands. Nonsense There nj
s no probability of that I sat down fol
Bertha's low rocking chair and nlant- IN