Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1878-06-19

blue-eyed, hazel-eyed, brown-eyed'
gray-eyed, black-eyed and green
eyed babies; laughing, crying,
pretty, ugly, bright, stupid, cross
jolly, serious and miscellaneous bah
les; babies of all shapes, all sorts,
all sizes and all ages-that is, from
one month to five years.
"Pshaw r said Mr.. Trueax, with
an expression of disgust on his ex-
pressive countenance, as he entered
the room and glanced hastily about.
'I'll go no further, Winnie, but
wait for you here;" and he
retreated into dark corner-by-
the-by, the only obscure corner
in the hall-while his sister trip
ped gayly away on q tour OF in-
spection.
But as he impatiently waited,
frowning with all his might, and
hoping that Winnie would not ex-
coed the ten minutes he had so un-
graciously accorded her, suddenly
it dawned on him that somebody
not entirely unconnected with the
show was in his immediate vicinity,
for a not-unmusical murmur, a
sweet-voiced mothers Groom to her
baby, reached him, and. turning, he
saw a young and girlish creature in
widows weeds with tiny child on
her lap.
AS Mr.. Trueax turned, this
young creature raised pair of the
most wonderful blue eyes, fringrd
with more the wonderful golden
lashes, and cast half-shy, half-ap-
pealing glance at him.
Mr.. Trueax began to feel very
uncomfortable. He, the hater Of
women, the despiser of babies, shut
in, as it were, with a dangerous
member Of each species! For a
moment he felt inclined to fee, but
the thought of his pretty sister
wandering disconsolately abont in
search of him nipped the inclina-
ton in the bud; and the next
moment the girl was holding
up the blue eyed baby saying
in a low, timid, voice, "She's very
pretty, sir"
And the child was very pretty.
Steeled as he was against the In
nocence and beauty Of childhood.
he could not deny that. A little
angel, lacking only the wings,
with bonnie blue eyes like its
mothers, faint golden hair, red
rosebud mouth, and chin and
cheeks like the Utmost petals Of a
pink-white rose.
And just then Winnie came back.
with two cards in her hand, COM
mencing, eagerly, ooh, John, we
must vote. You're to vote "a | tell
you. Let me see-'the handsomest
mother, the prettiest baby :" and
her eyes falling upon the wee girl
being held up for Johns approval,
she bounced upon it at once. "You
loveliest of darlings! Why, broth
err John, this is the prettiest baby
ever saw, and-good gracious ~
dropping the baby back into its
mothers arms from which she had
taken it) with a precipitancy that
must have astonished that loveliest
of darlings-"Little Red Riding
Hood"
eyes," said the girlish mother,
"Little Red Riding-hood. But
Winnie-Miss Trueax, / mean--l
don't expect you to recognize me
now. Times have so changed fol
the worse with me (as you have
guessed, no doubt, seeing me here
since we went to school together
and | wore the scarlet cloak which
gained me my pet name, and yor
made me your own happy little
friend"
"Ob, indeed !" said Winnie, arch
ing her slender neck. And then
stopping suddenly and kissing tn
quivering red lips, "Allow me 4
, decide that matter for myself, Mis-
Daisy Bower. But, of all place
in the world, TO meet you at bah.
show, aud with baby! Come, tel
me all about it, dear. Brothe
: John, you may go the Academ
and hear your great man, and /
g stay here and listen to my sma
4 woman, and you can stop for me o
e your way back"
Q But brother John never stirred
The baby bad reached out he
g dimpled hand and clutched bi
: watch seal, and was examining
with exceeding interest, tellin