The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1872-1881, 1874-07-31

BY ". QUAD.
She brought Il over to our house, Mrs
Bascomb did. 1t vas her frst-a wee
little red faced, red headed, pug nosed,
bowling infant. II was one Of the hot.
test days in July, but she had it wrapped
up in three shawls and bed quilt, aud
was in agony every moment for fear it
would sneeze.
"Do see his darling, darling little
face she said to me as she unwound
him about forty times and looked to
see which end his feet were on.
looked. am the father of eleven
just such bowling little wopsies, and |
didn't see anything remarkable about
Bascomb'- baby.
"See those eyes, the hrmness of
mouth, that temper in his look" she
went on.
saw them.
The little son of a gun began to get
red in the face and beat the air, and his
mother shouts
Hes being murdered by pin"
She turned him wrong end up. laid
him on bis face then on hi. back, iun,.
ened his bands, rubbed the soles of his
feet, and the tears stood in her eyes as
she solemnly remarked
Il know he won't live-he's too
smart
The child recovered, and as he lay
on hi, back across her knees and survey.
ed the ceiling she went on.
"Such head! Why, every one who
sees him says he is going to bc Beech
er, a Greeley. or Bismarck; do you
notice that high ioreheady"
i did Thought he was all forehead
as his hair didn't commence to grow un
I'll the back Of biz neck was reached
L.. she assured me thai was mistaken
Wouldn't Just heft him once ?"
hefted HIM.
! told her ] never saw a child of hi,
weight weigh So much, and she smiled
like an angel; she said that she wa,
afraid that | didn't appreciate children
but now she knew ! did.
Wouldn't just look at his darling lit
tie red feet and cunning toes?
Yes, | would.
She rolled him over on his face and
unwound his feet, and triumphan;ly held
them up to my gaze.
! l contemplated the hundreds of little
wrinkle, running lengthwise and cross
wise, the big toes and little toes. and |
agreed with her that, so far as could
judge from the feet and toes, and the
wrinkles, future of unexampled brill
fancy lay before the pug-nosed imp.
He began To kick and howl, and she
stood him on end, set him up. laid him
down and trotted him until she bounced
his wind collie into the middle of Sep
tember.
Whom did he look like?"
| bent over the scarlet faced rascal
pushed his nose to one side, chucked
him under the chin, and didn't answer
without due dellberation.
told her that there was a faint re-
semblance to George Washington around
his mouth, but the eyes reminded me of
Daniel Webster, while the general fea-
tures had made me think of the poet
Milton ever since she had catered the
house.
That was just her view exactly, only
she hadn't said any thing about it be-
fore.
"Did | think he was too smart to
live?"
! felt Of his ears, rubbed his head,
put my finger down the back Of his neck,
and told her that in my humble opinion
he want, though he had a narrow es-
cape. If his nose had been set little
more to one side, or bis ears had appear
ed in the place of his eyes, Bascomb
could have purchased a weed for hi, hat
without delay. No; the child would
live there wasn't the least doubt about
il.
She felt so happy that she rolled the
imp up in his forty-nine bandages, shook
him to straighten his legs and take the
kinks out OF his neck, and then carried
him home under her arm. while my wife
made me 60 along with an umbrella, for
fear the sun would peel his little nose.