The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1873-01-11
DOTS BABY.

Ii was the m0st apsuruly iuoicuoie
thing in the world that Dot should De
the owner OF . baby. With her soft
pink and white prettiness, her crinkling,
golden hair, her smiles and her dimples'
and her happy Innocent heart, what
was Dot bu. baby herseltf
And yet, one day, in the rosy ripe,
ness of summer. We bad all crowded
the parlor in Swiss trock, with garni'
lures of the loveliest blossoms, and
quite premeditstedly.j but all in tears
and with learning regrets and tender
forebodiug, and signing looks backward
to the happy girl-liie which had been a
thing Of beauty, but would be a fair
dream forevermore. had given her
away to q talL handsome fellow, Henry
A.cost by name, q whom we knew
nothing except that Dot loved him, and
he loved Dot. - = II ~.
twas an awfully audacious thing to
do, plucking fate by the sleeve, as 1t
were, and bidding her serve US, n9len;
,oL.u, and when, After the cake and
ice cream had been served, and everv-
BODY had kissed Dot, and every body who
dared had also, kissed the blushlng
bridegroom, and our darling treasure
had chung to us all one dreadful mo
meut and cried in the most heart'rend'
ing fashion, and said she never, never
could leave ia, and she was a wretch
for thinking OF it, and when somebody
had announced the time for the train
and Dot had slipped out OF her white
silk, and into her grey linen in atTnk ,
lthg, and that cool young robter had
quietly shut her up in the carriage, and
we had flung an old slipper after them
for luck, and Harry, all smiles and
inky moustache, and Dot, all bushes
aud sobs, and fluttering little rings OF
sold hair, had vanished in a mist OF
tears, I went away to my chamber, now
desolsts forevermore, and had a private
little weep Of my own, and INDUCED IN
the dismal luxury of horrid forebodlnga.
Harry nigh, be a brute. Harry
might break her heart. They might
both be killed on the railway. Harry
might lose all his money, and Dot
might have to come back, an aban-
doned, miserable little woman to the
family ingle. But this last picture had
a bright side. dried my tears to look
at it, and was presently IN condition to
take myself in hand and administer
good scolding.
Harry did not turn out reprooatee'
7 WAS made quite miserable by Dots
happiness, as reflected in her letters.
All, these girls! how confidently, with
what utter hilsrity do they flee from
the dear old hearthstone, lured away by
the might OF that strange, potent NEGRO
mancer, who holds such a marvellous
lien upon all human hearts
By and by had 8 letter from Dot,
begging me to come to her, and lying
per,iu in the little rose-scented note
was the most exquisite secret in the
world. went at once, aud before
had been many weeks in Dots home al
the yorld-our world-knew our secret
There was a day aud night OF awful
suspense, and the stars in their courses
seemed to stand still, and all the great
round earth to tremble and culver in
mute, bresthless expectation. Then In
the hush Of the morning, q new little
lie began, and We laughed and cried
over each other, and praised Gods good
ness. .s 1850.
1t was funny to see Harry. He had
been lifted in moment from the valley
OF despair % the sunlit heights OF hope,
and the poor fellow was dazed. He
stood leaning over where she lay, like
a wilted lily, but With Heaven shining
in her eyes.
ooh, Harry, look at him"
That was just what Harry was doing
with all his might. Presently he
touched the bsby's cheek with his
finger. Ithink he had 8 suspicion that
it was by no means flesh and blood,
bnt only waIen hoax.
Hes little fellow" he said, con-
templatively, .,-,.. TIL
All the mother awoke in Dot.
"Little7 why, Harry, how can you
He weighs eight pounds i
Harry did not recoil under tie mon
trous TACT. He took it quite candy.
"Does hei we.lI' still doubtfully
"l suppose he will grow"
"Growr' cried Dot, sobbing and
laughing. IL know he will. It's only
a question Of time. Give him time
enough and he will be as big as you
are. Oh, you precious, conceited iel-
low. didn't know you thought you
were born grown up"
Dots baby did grow. 1t WAS in q
refined, fashionable way, after my ow n
heart. I never could understand the
ecstacies people 90 into over your huge
baby, who only represents so much
adipose tissue.
Look at his arms they cry. Look
at his legs'
Dear friends, do look at them anc
| don't like them. They remind me o
pork It's dreadful thought, | know
but cant help it, suppose it be.
trays some horrible cannibal pedigree
but never see one Of these overcorpu
lent babies without thinking how nice
he would be cooked. AS Tor soul,
| should despair OF finding one in such
mass OF svoirdupois.
You may think it is only nepotisr
which makes me declare that Dots
baby, as baby, was absolutely perfect
His exquisite limbs would have de-
lighted sculptor. Indeed, they were
modelled more than once, and we nigh
have had museum Of casts, only Do
declared she wouldn't have pieces o
her baby lying round all over the
! house.
The little fellow had a name OF hi:
own-a very pretty name, too, but ht
was always spoke en- Of iss Dots baby
| When, he vas three wears old | went tC