The Grange advance. [volume] (Red Wing, Minn.) 1873-1877, 1877-05-02
One hard rubber bracelet.

baby to play with, and at the same time
he got ready to pick them up from the
floor as the baby dropped them, if that
is possible. She grasped first the string
of button moulds, and, after shaking
them for a second, threw them away.
The Major was glad of this: for he dis
liked to have her play with the button
moulds, and tried to secrete them, but
the watchful baby cried for the string.
"Let her have them, Philip" said Mrs.
Schottguhn.
81 don't think they're nicc,' said
Philip.
"Phihp!"
That settled 1.-THE Major delivered
the button moulds. The baby held them
for IN instant and then dropped them
! again, and as he picked them up the
Ma jor demonstrated with Mrs. Schottguhn
Being of soft wood, the button moulds
got dirty very soon, and Mrs. Schottguhn
is pink of neatness, the Major wondered
that she could cling so tcnaciously to
them; but Mrs. Schottguhn laughed al
most contcmptuously, and said she never
heard of bringing up baby without Il
string Of button moulds to play with, and
she stoutly asserted that it would bcrcck-
less to attempt it. The Major mildly
pointed out that many millions of chill
dren had been successfully reared without
confidently to her own knowledge of the
fact that they are OF comparatively mod
ern invention, having come into general
rage for cover buttons "with the same" a
Juror whose rise was perhaps with her
own recollection; but, to the Majors
amazement, Mrs. Schottguhn coldly dis
avowed any such knowledge, and boldly
repeated that no mother ever thought of
such a thing as bringing up child with
out button moulds. Subsequent inquiry
of his friends convinced the Major that
Mrs. Schottguhn's statement was entirely
correct, but he didn't continue the dis
cussion further, for as he leaned over to
pick up the doll and bracelet, the baby
dropped the iron clock key down his back
and temporarily diverted his thoughts.
Then she swept off half dozen things at
once, and pounded vigorously on the
table with spoon, while the Major was
picking up the scattered toys. Then the
baby made flash quick movement to
put the spoon in her mouth, missed the
mark, and narrowly escaped gouging an
eye. The Major hastily seized the spoon,
the baby cried, and Mrs Schottguhn
said:
"Philip, let her have the spoon"
"I'm afraid she'll hurt herself with it,"
"No, she WON'T" said Mrs. Schottguhn,
and she added, not fippantly, but Sc
riously, "God always looks out for drunk
ards and little children;' and Philip was
forced to admit the truth of at least half
of this statement, for he remembered, as
he picked up the shears, the rattlebox and
the little wooden shoes, that only the
night before, while walking through Gin
ton place, he had seen drunken man fall
over a hydrant and twist himself into
distorted figure s, get up, smile vacantly
and yet good-naturedly at the hydrant,
and walk off uninjured; while sober
man who had fallen in the same way over
the same hydrant would have been broken
up fine enough to afford an encouraging
start for a new hospital.
"Dont you think, Philip" said Mrs.
'Schottguhn, as she drew the darning
block out of the completed stocking,
" that it's awful mean we've got to pay
out so much for baby carriage?"
II do, indeed, Cynthia,' said Philip, as
he stopped to pick up the apple and the
paper box, "but I think (picking up the
spool and listing) that it would (red ap-
ple) be a good deal doll and spoon)
meaner (shears) if we had (braceleD no
baby (basket, tin pail cover, and rattle
box) to buy one for, and /"
Here the baby made one grand sweep
of everything on the table, and while the
Majors back was creaking with the eff
fort to pick them all up promptly, he
heard a cry, and looking round he saw
the baby, who had in some mysterious
way freed herself, swinging in the air,
suspended by her head, which was
jammed between the edge of the table
and the top Of the high chair. The stock
ing flew one way, the work-basket an
other, and before Philip could straighten
himself up Cynthia had the baby safe in
her arms.
"Philip," how could you do that!' and
the baby, too, safe on her mothers breast,
turned reproachful look on the dumb
founded Major, and then, signing deeply,
turned to her mother again, nestled down
closer, flung one little hand up against
her mothers throat, and, still signing,
went fast sleep.
The Chinese Remedy Failure.