New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1876-01-09

BIZ N QUAD.

By n QUAD.
She bad him carefully wrapped up a. shs
entered the street car. but after getting
seated she removed the shawl. and the
bald headed baby was given Q shake. .
twist. q wrench, . flop, and came right end
mn. Nth his big blue eyes wide open.
Some of the people in the car merely
glanced at the bald head-looked just long
enough to be able to swear, if called upon,
that it was q baby instead OF goat.
Others smiled pityiDgly - they thought OF
his bald head breasting the cold blasts OF
hard winter, and wondered ii woe and pov.
erty and sorrow had prevented growth OF
hair on his pate.
Presently an old man left his seat near
the front end of the car, and bending over
the child he asked of the EOther:
my dear woman, do you want to DO mo
q great favorV
"Why-why, sir" she stammered in
confusion.
II have not long to live, for am old and
feeble" he continued, "but before die I
desire to Law my hand ON that baby's head ~
She made no objection, and he placed his
hand on the shining pate, moved 1t this way
and that, and asked:
Madam, have you given this child cog
nomen yetV
Eyes, sir; we've named him." she replied.
"And, madam. allow me to hope that it il
q name BETTING the intellectual appearance
of the child"
1--WE call him Bascomb," che replied in q
whisper.
"Bascomb. Capital You don't know
what load yeu have taken from my heart!
/ feared you had, like many other people.
named him after some big man or woman,
or racing horse, or something. YOu are
onA II I q hrQao hand
I'D come around and serenade you this
very evening"
She was very red in the face from embar-
BASEMENT but he saw only the baby, whose
bald head kept trying to dodge out from
under bis hand.
Yes, I'm truly glad, be presently con-
tinued, that you didn't name him George
washington. Washington was deceiver,
sure's your born, though lota Of Americana
hate TO own it. Did you ever hear, madam.
that General Washington once stole cider
milf"
"N-no," she stammered.
"You didn't Why, it wasn't two weeks
before his death that he stole cider mill
from q nice old Baptist minister, and if he
been jailed and made to pay smart money.
If you had named the child after Washing
ton l could never have met him without
feeling my heart ache over your lack OF
judgment"
Little bald-head shrank up to his mother,
and she turned and looked out of the win
dow. The old man. however: continued:
after Daniel Webster. Mr.. Webster was
good public speaker, and he knew con-
siderable about business, but he wasn't tho
man he was cracked up to be. Why. madam,
that same Daniel Webster was caught with
ham on his shoulder one dark night, just
when he was the most popularist, ana he
had to pay $500 to settle it. He was big
and l, madam, would have been jerked to
Jail in a wink, because We are only common
folks. 1t makes me shiver when think of
how you might have named this baby
Daniel Webster and blasted his bald head
tor life ~
She looked up at the be]l-rope and around
the car, but there was no escape.
'And you might have named him Patrick
Henry" softly continued the old man, as he
rubbed the bady's head again. Named
him after q man who'd hook fish off n an
orphan boys tish.line. l know what I'm
talking about, madam. Patrick Henry had
quite good learning, and he wore god
clothes, and you couldn't get counterfeit
bill on him. but he had his balky tricks,
after all. Would you believe, madam, that
he would walk seven miles on q dark night
to hook seed-wheatp
The bald-headed badly had got tired Of the
thing, and now began to cry. The old man
nudeed him in the ribs, aud said:
'Bascomb, be good boy! When you
grow up, my boy. beware of polygamys
Brighamy, and the many evil influences to-
be met with around corner grocery"
And he raised his eyes to the mother anG
added:
well, don't know as l can give you
any hints as to how you had best bring him
up. If you should ever get sick Of him I'd
take him in q minute, for there's something
about his head which has touched q tender
spot and made me love him
She was yet four blocks from home, but
she pulled the bell.
"And I'm glad you didn't name him Gen.
eral jackson, said the old man a. he pat
ted the bald head for q last time. Cen
eral Jackson whipped the British at New
Orleans, to be sure, but what about his
passing . counterfeit ten-cent piece ON Cen
ersl Lafayettei If You had named this
going, ehs Good>by, my son, and don't
never walk on the railroad track, and don't
try to sit down ON picket fence"-NeU
York Graphic.
The Bells Of Limerick.
The old bells that hung in the tower Of
the Limerick Cathedral were made BY .
toll. He was proud of his work, and when
they we're purchased by the prior of
convent, near the Lake OF
Como, the artist invested the profits of tho
sale in pretty villa on the margin of the
lake, where he could hear their 4ngelus
music waited from the convent Cliff across
the waters at morning, noon and night.
Here he intended to pass his life; but this
happiness was denied him. In one of those
teudal brOils which, whether civil or
foreign, are the undying worm in
fallen land, he suffered the loss OF his all,
and when the storm passed he found him
tune.
The convent had been RACED 10 the ground,
and the chetS-d' ourre Of his handiwork, the
tuneful chime whose music had charmed
his listening ear for SO many happy days OF
his past life, had been carried away to
foreign land. He became wanderer. His
hair grew white and his heart withered
before he again found q resting place. In
all these years Of bitter desOlation the
memory of the music of his bells never
left him; he heard it il the forest and in
the crowded city, ON the sea and by the
banks of the quiet stream in the basin OF
night came and troubled sleep, it whis-
pered to him soothingly of peace and hsppi-
ness. One day he met a mariner from over
the sea, who told him a story of won
drOus chime of bells he had heard in Ire
land. An intuition told the artist that they
we're his bells. He journeyed and voyaged
thither, sick and weary, and sailed up the
Shannon The ship came to anchor in the
port near Limerick, and he took passage in
. small boat for the purpose Of reaching
the city. Before HIM the tall steeple Of st.
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