The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1874-06-18
80 S BABY.
An Admiring Friend and an Enrap-
tured mOther.

itii) S BABY.
An Adnniring Friend and an EnraP-
tured mOther.
She brought it over to our house, Mrs.
Bascomb did. It was their first-a wee
little red-faced, red-headed, pug-nosed,
bowling infant. It was one of the hot
test days in July, but she had it wrap
ped up In three shawls and a bedquiIt,
and was in agnony every moment for
fear it would sneeze.
Do see his darling, darling little
face y she said to me, as she unwound
him about forty times, and looked to
see which end his feet were on.
looked. I have been the father of
eleven just such bowling little woPsies,
and didn't see anything remarkable
about Bascomb's baby.
''See those eyes-that firmness of
mouth, that temper in his look u 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 shouted
He's being murdered by pin !"
She turned him wrong end up, laid
him on his face, then on his back,
lOosened his bands, rubbed the soIes of
his feet, and the tears stood in her eyes
as she solemnly remarked:
81 know he won't liYe-he's too
smart p
The child recovered, and as he lay on
his back across her knees and SURVEYED
the ceiling, she went on:
"Such head Why, every one who
sees him says that he is going to be a
Beecher, a Greeley or a Bismarck; do
you notice that high forehead?"
I did. 1 thought he was all forehead,
as his hair didn't commence to grow
until the back of his neck was reached,
but she assured me that I was mistaken.
Wouldn't I just heft him once"
hefted him.
told her never saw q child of his
weight weigh so much, and she smiled
like an angel she said that she was
afraid didn't appreciate children, but
now she knew I did.
Wouldn't I just look at his darling
little feet-his little red feet and cum
ming toes %
Yes I would.
She rolled him over on his face and
unwound his feet, and triumphantly
held them up to my gaze. cOntem-
plated the hundreds of little wrinkles
running lengthwise and crosswise, the
big toes and the little toes. and I agreed
with her that so far as 1 could Judge
from the f, ct and the toes and the
wrinkles, future of unexampled bril-
Hancy lay before that 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
the wind-colic into the middle of Sep
tember.
"Who did he look like ?''
I bent over the scarlet-faced rascal,
pushed his nose one side, chucked him
under the chin, and didn't answer with
ont due deliberatioA. I told her there
was a faint resemblance to George
Washington around the mouth, but the.
eyes reminded me of Daniel Webster,
while the general features had made me
think of the poet Milton ever since she
entered the house.
That was Just her view exactly, only
she hadn't said anything about it be-
fore.
"Did I think he was too smart to
live2"
I felt of his ears, rubbed his head,
put my finger down the back of his
neck, and 1 told her that, in my humble
opinion, he wasn't, though he had had
a narrow escape. If his nose had been
set little more to one side, or his ears
had appeared in the place of his eyes,
Bascomb could have purchased a weed
for his hat without delay. No; the
child would live there wasn't the least
doubt about it, and any man or woman
who said he wouldn't grow up to make
the world thunder with his fame would
steal the wool off a lamb in January.
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 go along with an UNI
brella, for fear the sun would peel his
little nose.