Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1874-06-25
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Bascomb's Baby.

I BascOmb's Baby.
She brought itover to our house, Mrs.
Bascomb did. 1t was their first-a
wee little red-faced, red-headed, pug
nOsed, bowling infant. 1t was one OF
the hottest days in July, but she had
1t wrapped up in three shawis ami a
bed-quilt, and was in agony every
moment for fear it would sneeze. 20
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.
Hooked. have been the father of
eleven just such bowling little wopsies,
and don't see anything remarkable
about BascOmb's baby.
See those eyes; that firmness of
mouth; that temper in his lookr she
went on. ~
saw them.
The little son of gun began to get
red in the face and to beat the air, and
shouted:
He's being murdered by pinr
She turned him wrong end up, laid
him on his face, then on his, back.
loosened his bands, rubbed the soles of
his feet, and the tears stood in her eyes
as She retnafKeu: ssrs-sE
Il know he won't ~live-he's too
lsmart!' lo .-aaIt -aF'
The child recovered; and, as he lay
on his back across her knees and sur
yeyed the ceiling, she went on:
Such head! Why, every one who
sees him says that he's going to be
Beechor. Do you notice that high
| lforebead?' ,-,7i..,s.r-...- =
did. 1 thought he was all fore
head, as his hair didn't commence to
grow until the back of his neck was
reached; bu: she assured me that was
misken. r. safiga-7 -st
wouldn't just heft him once?'
! heited him.
l told her that never saw child of
his weight weigh 50 much, and shit
smiled like an ANGEL. She said tha-
she was afraid didn'tappreciate chile
dfen, but now she knew l did. ffi
I Wouldn't just look at his darling
little feet-his little red feet and cum
ming toes?' 7f5Ha.f
+ Yes, would. s.s'f.,
She rolled him over on his face and
lunwound his feet, and triumphantly
held them up to my gaze. i contem-
plated the hundreds Of little wrinkles
running lengthwise and croswi5e-
big toes and the little toes, and I
agreed with her that, so far as I could
Judge from the feet and the toes and
the wrinkles, a future of unexampled
brilliancy lay before The pug-nosed
limr. 'iisll 'i-'t 'isi iiss79 "
He began to kick and howl, and she
stood him on end, set him up, laid him
down, then trotted him until she boun-
ced his wind collie into the middle of
lSeptember. - -sof q ~
whom did he look hkes' euGi-
j bent over the scarlet-faced rascal,
pushed his nose one side, chucked him
under the chin, and didn't answer
without due deliberation. told her
there was a faint resemblance to
George Washington around the mouth,
but theeyes Yremindedy me of Daniel
Webster, while the general features
had made me think of the poet Milton
ever since she entered the house.
p That was just her view exactly, only
she hadn't said anything about it be-
fore.-a----------.s--
!, Did thiEk he was too smart to
live? r - + - "
Ifelt of his ears, rubbed his head put
0OW l1l0 DcxCA Vi lkl5 ucCk.
and / told her that, in my humble
opinion, he wasn't, though he had
mario " escape. If his nose had been
set little more to one side, or his
ears had appeared in the place of his
eyes, Bssc0mb could have purchased a
weed for his hat without delay. No;
the child would live. There wasn't
the least doubt Of it; and any man or
woman who said he wouidn't grow up
to make'the world thunder with his
fame would steal the wool ofa Lust
lamb in January. .....-..,---'.-...5 -
She felt so happy that she rolled the
imp up in his forty-nine bandages,
shook him to straighten his legs and
lake the kinks out Of his neck, and
then carried him home under her arm,
while my wife made me go along with
an umbrella, for fear the sun would
peal his little nose.-Our Fireside
Friend, Chicago. -