The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1875-10-06
coal-scuttles, and the bell-boys

ter, were q slghI 10 see. Iha'
they looked for largess because
of what had happened, that they
expected gratuities cannot be, fo1
they asked for none. But they
offered fervid congratulations, and
4lingered round after they had spo'
ken them, when there really re-
|mained nothing more to be said.
I Even the sparrows knew all about
| lit,and came hopping upon the win
dow-sill pecking at the panes, not
!. with an eye to crumbs, I am sure.
Then when I came to walk down
! town in an hour or two, the
| people in the omnibuses and on
! the street corners and in tho club
windows we're talking aboutit and
Hooking at me. "Seo! that's the
father of the baby just born at the
Quillsey House; there he goes
don't be feel mighty fne," they
said-just as though a baby had
never before been born. But the
marked attention so literally be-
slowed pleased me; notthat 1 my.
self had any foolish vanity but
wasitnot a compliment to My Son?
Nurse said he was a fine boy, but
when 1 came to make a critical ex-
animation of his legs they distress
ed me. They seemed dreadfully
bow. But this I was told is pecu-
liarity Of babies, perhaps the bow
shape is given SO they may lie by
the hour and fiddle away at their
heads, when they've nothing bet
| ter to do.) H8' ears, too, in the
dim religious light of the chamber,
looked like crumpled rose.Ieaves.
These latter are all smoothed out
now, but in his legs I still see e
funny sort Of parenthesis. Ex-
perts assure m Q that they'll
straighten, out in time. I don't
much care whether they do or
not-they'll be handy just as they
arc when be comes to ride nail
kegs.
* X x
Sprawling about on a blanket,
looking some like an under boiled
crab, more like an overdone 'cherub
this then was My Son! Here was
the heir of much OF my fortune and
all my greatness, wrapped up in a
square of cotton-batting no larger
than a pocket. handkerchief.
There had been long months of
weary waiting and ardent expec-
tation most elaborate preparation
had been made, and here was the
mouse !
Looking at this shrimp of hu-
manity, swaddled like a miniature
mummy, little did 1 imagine the
power which there lay latent !;
little did I dream that those tiny
arms-scarce larger than a pipe
stem-would in time come TO pull
me bither and thither, Ipowerless
the while IS. though swayed by
the horses of Thrace ; that they
would hold me back from my
amusements, fetter me when 1
wished to work, keep ma in doors
when it was my will to 90 out,
drive me out when I wished to
stay in. But behold me now, the
slave of that molecules whims,
the veriest creature of his caprice.
If he holds out his little hands to
me 1 must needs drop whatever
I am busted with and take him.
Work may stand still, but bis
sweet will may not be thwarted.
And be is the veritable Old Man
of the Sea. Once mounted on my
shoulders, I cannot dislodge him.
He likes walking. Exercise Of that
kind does not seem to tire him at
all. I think he could survive be.
ing carried round the room till
the ceiling fell in-his talent for
that sort Of thing is wonderful.
Nor does he ever tire Of the great
moral drama. When 1 crawl
about the floor on all fours, bark
ing like a dog, and arching up my
back like a cat, he applauds vehe-
mently. So when I bring my
nose against the door in an effort
to play bo-peep for his amuse-
ment-so, too when [ dance round
the room on my head to show him
how he'd look upside down. On
all these occasions be is notsparing
at plaudits, and he never fails to
express his wish that the play
should go on. Already I've worn
out several pairs of trousers and
am looking round for new proper
+;os O folea nose and q wip for in.