The Union and journal. [volume] (Biddeford, Me.) 1858-1882, 1868-07-17

confound it!) had drippcd adown the full
length of my pearl colored pantaloons, and my
hat, bent aud bruised, was thrust on the side
Of my head. 80 ... :. ...t...
/ was gloveless, flushed and disheyelled and
take me for all In oil, must have appeared con.
siderably likea . pickpocket, or IN old clothes
man out for walk. .r.r.a y '.... .N..,-.
passed on, followed by the sound Of faint
but subdued laughter-a sound that stung me
to the quick. 30 i' aE 20.
SO Kate and her companions we're laughing
at ME; this was, indeed the unkindest cut o.
all Ircsolved never to dance the German with
Ksts Milton again. -. 1r
The house was quiet and deserted a. re-
turned and inserted my night key In The circu.
lar lock- What could have become OF Bertha
The cold dew oosed out Of my brow as !, foI
one instant, contemplated The horrible posi-
bility OF my being left. o sort Of modern Rob.
inson Crusoe, With that diabolicsl little mar
Friday on my hands. '. D..
Nonsense There was no probability Of tha!
sat down on Bertha's low rocking chair, and
planting the baby firmly on my knee, applied
the spout Of the pitcher TO his mouth. ...V
Would you believe II he wouldn't drink
drop. lie screwed his mouth rs tightly shut as
II be never intended to open II again. and doub-
led himself overbaekwards with strength @
Will WnlCu WOuiu nhNe oeeu temoth hoo'o ~ -"
grown man. but simply marvellous In teu
months old baby. persevered and he perser-
vered. poured the milk over his neck. his
embroidered dress waist, and his coral amulets
he would have been drowned sooner than to
open his mouth ha'f quarter Of an inch.
Probably, Of such stuff were our revolutionary
fathers made; and this baby had through
some inscrutable blunder Of Dame Nature,
come into the world just o century too late.
put him back into the cradle, fiat on his
spinal column, and looked at him more 10 sor-
row than In anger. .r... - 20,
My youngster. / addressed him, cry your
lungs outbreak o blood vessel or two II agree
able to you-fracture your trachea can't oe
held legally responsible for 1t, thank Provi-
dence .r.
took up book and sat down by the cradle,
rocking Il backward and forwards, regardless
Of tho screams which still rent the air, i was
not gong to waste any more time In trying to
quiet him. Let him cry This Is free coun-
try! -a "4
Why Joe what's the matterI So. 49,.
II was Bertha's voice. Jumped up as II
cannon ball had smitten me, and my book
dropped upon the floor. T..
Matter, una am matter The matter Is that
I'm going mad. shall be q ft subject for
lunatio asylum In Just about fifteen minutes
more. -.f..r .t
but might as we'll have wasted my despair
ing eloquence on blank wall. She did not
heed nor hear me. She was loading the little
wretch with caresses, pity, and Establishment.
And-I should not have credited the sudden
turn Of affairs, II hadn't witnessed II with my
own eyes--he absolutely laughed up In her
face as IL to say "I have given my uncle prct-
ty good time Of IT,"
Has he been good, uncle Joel
looked volumes at my sister.
Bertha II you ever leave me again, In charge
Of that-that little atrocity, I'll commit SUI
eide.
You needn't speak 80 loud. said my sister In
an injured voice. I intended to have been home
before, but the train was delayed, and-bles'
it, heart, did II want to come to Its mamma
and was Uncle Joseph crosser than an old bear
and wasn't II the sweetest little rosebud that
ever ..rf' No.. ..-r
waited to hear no more, but rushed precip.
itately cut of the room, convinced that OF oil
fools young mother was the most hopeless
specimen.
That Is the last time had the heir OF the
family condded to my guardianship.
think Bertha Isl little afraid to leave me alone
In the room with him. $50 mote 1t be-"