Weekly Trinity journal., 1870-03-19

"Wel, sir" said the storekeeper {" he does
seem rare 'un for using his legs, let alone his
lungs. Yes, sir thankee, sir"
Now, have always since laid it up as grudge
against human nature that unprncipled grocery
mar took FIVE dollar bill out of my portmonnae
knowing that should never discover it, until
too late to rectiiy the error. / wouldn't have
treated Turk SOY
took up the pitcher of milk with my right
hand, still balancing the baby skilfully against
my left arm and side, and started triumphanty
for home.
"Now, I'll settle your business my fine young
friend + Thought. ais it possible that was
ever such an lncorrigible nuisance as this?"
But my triumph was speedily reduced to the
lowest pitch OF humiliation
Dear me, Mr.. Beverly, is it possible that this
is you?"
IL was Kate Millions self, radiant in spring
bonnet lilac silk walking dress, close frluged
parasol, and the daintest of lilac kid gloves /
Kate Milton, with an air of astonishmeut that
served to make her one degree pretlier than
ever
My first instinct was to turn and flee gno-
miniously; my second was TO drop my nephew
and his mllk into the gutter, and resolutely deny
all connection whatever with them my third
prompted me to resolutely stand my ground.
ayes, it is |, Miss Milton-a-a ine day -
"Very fine"
Kate eyed me obviously, and no wonder.
sock, curling and twisting, as ii II serpent
were inside of it instead of II baby's foot, APP
peared beneath my coatskirts, fanked by about
ii quarter of yard of Swiss embroidery aud
tucks, woefully crumpled by the fiery ordeal
through which we had both passed-the milk
(contound it J had dripped adown the full length
OF my pearl-colored pantaloons, and my hat, bent
and bruised, was thrust rackishy on the side of
my head. | was goveless, flushed and dis
heveled and, take me for all in all - must have
| III. Dal.
old-clothes-man out for a walk
passed on, followed by the sound OF faint
subdued laughter-a sound that stung me to the
qu ok,
So Kate and her companion were laughing at
me this was, indeed, the unkindest cut of all.
resolved never TO dance the German with Kate
Milton again
The house was quiet and deserted as | returned
and inserted my night-key in the liule circular
lock- What could have become of Bertha2 The
cold dew oozed out upon my brow as |, for
instant, contemplated the horrible possibility of
my being left, sort of modern Robinson Crusoe,
with that diabocal little Friday on my hands.
Nonsense there was no probability of that.
sat down on Berthas low rocking chair and
planting the baby firmly my knee, applied the
spout of the pitcher to his mouth.
Would you believe in he wouldn't drink a
drop. lie screwed his mouth us tightly shut as
if he never intended to open IL again, aud
doubled himself over backwards with IA strength
of will that would have been remarkable in
ml-growu man, but was simply marvellous in u
ten months old baby. | persevered, and he
persevered. poured the milk over his neck, his
embroidered dress waist, aud his coral amulets I;
he would have been drowned sooner than TO
open his mouth halt a-quarter of an inch
Probably, of such stuff were our revolutionary
fathers made and this baby had, through some
nscrutable blunder of Dame Nature, come into
the world just century too late
put him back in his cradle, fiat on his spinal
colamn, aud looked at him more in sorrow than
in anger.
"My youngster - | addressed him, "cry
away, cry your lungs outbreak blood vessel
or two agreeable to you-fracturey your trachea I
cant be held legally responsible for it, thank
Providence"
rocking ii reckessly backwards aud forwards
regardless of the screams which still rent the
air. | wasn't going to waste any more time in
trying to quiet hlm Let him cry THIS is IA
free country
"Why Joe whatever is the matterY'
II was Bertha's voice. jumped up as If a
cannon ball had smitten me, aud dashed my
book the floor.
+" Matter ma am matter2 The matter is that
I'm going mad IL shall be fit subject for
lunauc asylum in just about fifteen minutes
more ~
But might as well have wasted my despair
ing eloquence blank wall She dn /
hear nor need me She was loading that little
wretch with caresses, pity and Establishments.
And-I shouldn't have credited the sudden turn
of affairs, If | hadn't witnessed it with my own
eyes-the baby absolutely laughed up IN her
face, as If to say "pve given my uncle a
pretty time OF II T.
Yes--laughed and crowed, and held up his
hands, and behaved exactly as i: he had never
q had.
tear The hypocriles not all grown up.
O. Has he been good, uncle JoeY
looked volumes at my sister.
" Bertha, If ever you leave me again, In charge
of that-tbat little atrocity, All commit sui
eide ~
You needn't speak so loud, " said my sister
in an injured voice kintended TO have been
home before, but the train was delayed, and
bless its little heart did IL want to come TO its
mammals ARMAND Wds uncle Joseph cr0sser
than an old bear, and aoasR it the sweetest little
rose bud that ever"
| waited to hear no more, but rushed precip-
lately out of the room convinced that of all fools,
u young mother was the most hopeless specimen !
That's the last time have had the heir OF the
family confded TO my guardianship. think
Bertha is little afraid to leave me alone in the
room with him. g SO mote il be r. Some one
sent me comic valentine this fourteenth of
February-a picture of hooked nosed old
bachelor tmy nose is a noe Roman-esque curved J
in blue coat and red trowsers, danding the
baby up-side-down | soemnly believe it was
Kate Milton | detest comic valentines. abb
nor babies--and believe in a life Of old bach
eorhood That's my platform Do you woa-
der at it2
AN English clergyman thus accosted a London
street Arab, whom he found playing marbles on
Sunday; "Do you know what happens to little
boys who play marbles on SundayW "They