The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1873-06-06
NEWLY NI.iERTED HE.y.


First. Just married; destined to lin
ger in clover, new mOwn hay, and such
harbage from nine to twelve months.
Then
Second. Some black, rascally, stor-
my night YOU are turned out into stree IS
and ponds and mill races or amid snow
eighteen inches deep, and drifting like
blazes, and told to run for the doctor.
When vou get home again, eight chan
ces to ten, 4 little red flannel looking
thing, about the size of potato awaits
you. They will call it baby, and
packed up with it you will find the first
squalls of married IiGc-you can bet on
that.
Third Paregoric and soothing syr-
up, and catnip tea, and long flannel,
and diaper stuff, and baby collie
they will come along too in fact, they
will become just as much IT home in
the house as dinner. Then
Fourth One OF these nights, in
''The We small hours ayont the twall,''
Won w;lltun out again. Barefoot and
icy, disconsolate sense of dampness all
about you, only & cotton shirt, OF such
4 matter, between You and the dis
/ trcased openncss Of a cane scat chair
YOU will jistractcdly rock that baby
back and forth, and bob it up and
down, singing, meanwhile, with a voice
like 4 wild OK in n slaughter yard:
/ ''This thing is playing ont, Mary,
Rock o'Oye, baby, on Il tree top
or some such melody. And all the
time that baby yelIs. Oh, doesn't he
yell ! while Mary, up to her nose under
the warm bcd-coveTs, to help out, every
now and then impatiently puts in, just
at the wrong place, why don't you
trot him faster, Edward 2" And you
trot him-oh how you do trot him
If you could only trot his wind out so
far that he never could get any Of it
back or break his back or neck, or
something, you would be immeasura-
bly, happy. But no. The little inno-
! cent seems tougher than an India rub
q Der car-spring. just as you are about
giving up, concluding that you must
. freeze, that there will certainly have
to be funeral in the house inside of
: thirty-six hours, baby wits from sheer
( exhaustion, and then, with teeth chat
tering like Il Mccormick reaper, YOU
crawl i'll by Mary and try to sleep
again.
Fifth. Gradually you glide away
into a tangled maze of ice, skating
weather, steam-whistle voiced babies,
Jockey club, sleigh rides, crinOline i'm
mense as the old bell at Moscow, In
dian ambuscades, snow storms, and
forty other equally cheerful things :;
suddenly
Sixth. A snort, a thrash, a wild
throwing upward Of little arms and
legs, and then keen and shrill comes
the terrible "ah-waah! ah-waahl" again;
| guess you wake up, don't you?
Get the paregoric and a teaspoon,
quick ~ says Mary, in sharp, staccatO
tone, land why don't you get it,"
II just three-eighths of 4 second you
are a Greeian bend out there on the
cold fOOr dropping paregoric in tea
spoon.
Hurry Gracious! little Ed. describ-
ing diabOlical curves with all the arms
and legs he'd got, and screaming one
hundred pounds to the square inch,
and Mary rearing around there in the
bed, making rocking-chair of her
back, and yelling by, by o." like a
wild Comanche on the war path. Oh,
no; circumstances are not such as to
make YOU hurry away. And then to
think that as days, and perhaps Fcars,
roll on there has got to be Eaore and
more yet Of just such distress working.