The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1877-03-10

An illlIs street Infants Theory of
Evolution

EvOluuOm
From the San Francisco Chronicle,
On one of the delightful days OF last
week a young lady, well known in the
exclusive first circles of San Francisco
society for unrivaled personal charms
and elegance OF accomplishments, was
driven around to make congratulatory
call upon married lady friend, who was
happily convalescing from that OCCASION
al sacred event in the lives OF welded
ladies, which. far from being sickness.
is the perfect elimination of their health.
She was shown into the parlor, and for
the few minutes required to arrange for
her reception in that room where mother
and child we're doing as we'll as could be
expected. was left with no other to en-
terrain her than the only son and heir OF
the house. Master Charles, then in his
fourth year. But Charlie was fully equal
to the situation, and promises to grow
up into an ornament of society that will
never be absshed by beauty. however
brilliant, into the painful negative OF
mo conversation" After some unes-
sential preliminary remarks Master
Charles approached nearer the visitor,
and, lowering his tone into the contidsn-
tial. asked:
"Miss -, 90 dot Il baby?"
The young lady gave one swift glance
around to assure herself there was no
other hearer of this pertinent question,
and replied:
mo, Charlie, dear. have not"
''And did 90 never have a baby?"
In spite Of the youth Of her eager in
terlocntor her handsome eyes dropped
before his ingenious gaze, and her pretty
face flushed as she replied:
"No, Charlie. never did. Is not this
beautiful dayp"
''And amt 90 never dom to have no
baby?" persisted Charlie declining to en-
ter on the tempting conversational side
track of the weather.
my boy, I can't tell. Tell me all the
names Of whom these are the photo
graphs?"
'And don't 90 want a baby2"
"Why, Charlie, boy. what a close
questioner you are. If you are not care
full you will grow into one OF those news.
paper interviewers, and then what will
your poor mamma think OF your"
because" continued Charlie. utterly
refusing to be switched of, II know
where 90 tan Diet one. The doctor
brought my mamma one. and he keepth
them in bith offith. You juth do down
Filth thtreet to Martet thtreet, and den
90 do down Martet thtreet to Tarney
thtreet, and den 90 do down Tarney
thtreet ever tho far. and den 90 do up q
lot of thairth and that where he teeps
'em. And they're awful cheap too. My
papa hathn't paid for my mammals baby
yet, but beth doin to-"
swell, Charlie, I'm sure I'm much
obliged to you for your full directions,
and III just know where to CO."
"Oh, NTH -. 90 needn't do. I'll
tell my papa juth ath thoon nth he tums
home that 90 want baby, an he'll Diet
one for 90, and"
That young lady seized that little boy
by his two shoulders, and, leaning over
30 as to look full into his eyes, she said,
with an impressiveness lent by sudden
terror:
.'See here, Charlie, listen to me- /
don't want any baby yet, and if you ever
say anything about it to your papa. III
never like you any more at all. at all.
never, never, never. Now, will you
promise?"
"Well, il 90 don't want baby l won't,
but tot everybody liked to have babies.
do"
The interview was here terminated by
the entrance of O servant to usher the
visitor into the presence of the GONZALES
cent lady.