The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1878-04-11

maternal lap. There were brown babies,
yellow babies, rosy babies cream-col-
ored babies, and snow-white babies
blue-eyed, hazel-eyed, brown-eyed, gray
eyed, olack-eyed and green-eyed babies;
laughing, crying, pretty, ugly. bright,
stupid, cross, jolly, serious and mis-
chievous babies; babies of all shapes,
all sorts, all sizes, and all ages-that is,
from / month to years.
"Pshaw p said Mr.. Trueax, with an
expression of disgust on his expressive
countenance, as he entered the room and
glanced hastily about "TU go no fur
Their, 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 tripped gayly away
on tour of inspection.
But as he impatiently waited, frown-
ing WITH all his might, and hoping that
Winnie would not exceed the ten min
utes he had so ungraciously accorded
her, suddenly it dawned on him that
somebody not entirely unconnected with
the show was in his immediate vicinity,
for not-unmusical murmur, 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 won
derful blue eyes, fringed with the most
wonderful golden lashes, and cast half
shy, half-appealing glance at him.
Mr.. Trueax began to feel very uncom-
Portable. He, the hater of women, the
despiser of babies, shut in, as it were,
with dangerous member of each spe-
cies For moment he felt inclined to
flee, but the thought of his pretty sister
wandering disconsolately about in search
of him nipped the inclination in the
bud; and the next moment the girl was
holding up the blue-eyed baby, and say
ing in low, tinnid voice, "She's very
pretty, sir"
And the child Was very pretty.
Steeled as he was against the innocence
and beauty of childhood, he could not
deny that. A little angel, lacking only
the wings, with bonnie blue eyes like it's
mothers, faint golden hair, red rosebud
mouth, and chin and cheeks like the in
most petals of pink-white rose.
And just then Winnie came back, with
two cards in her hand, commencing,
eagerly, ooh, John, we must vote.
You're to vote as I tell you. Let me
see the handsomest mother, the pref
test baby =" and, her eyes falling upon
the wee girl being held up for Johns
approval, she ponnced upon it at once.
You loveliest of darings! Why,
Brother John, this is the prettiest baby
I ever saw, and Good gracious !'-
dropping the baby back into it's mothers
arms (from which she had taken it, with
a precipitancy that must have astonished
that loveliest of darlings-" Little Red
Riding hood"
YES" said the girlish mother, Gilt
tie Red Riding-hood. But, Winnie
Miss Trueax, [ meant don't expect
you to recognize me now. Times have
SO changed for the worse with me las
you have guessed, no doubt, seeing me
here) since we went to school together,
and I wore the scarlet cloak which gained
me my pet name, and you made me your
own happy little friend
"Oh, indeed !" said Winnie, arching
her slender neck. And then, stopping
suddenly and kissing the quivering red
lips, "Allow me to decide that matter
for myself, Miss Daisy Bower. But, of
all places in the world, to meet you at a
baby-show. and with baby! Come,
tell me all about it, dear. Brother John,
you may go to the Academy and hear
your great man, and TIL stay here and
listen to my small woman, and you can
stop for me on your way back"
But Brother John never stirred. The
baby had reached out her dimpled hand
and elutched his watch seal, and was
examining it with exceeding interest,
telling him, meanwhile, in gurging
language, apparently founded on the
one word "goo," how much she ad-
mired it; and he didn't want to rudely
wrest it from the little fingers, cor
something as Winnie would have re-
marked; and so, as I said before, he
never stirred.
SEQ on, dear" said Winnie, seating
herself beside her new-found friend.
Don't mind John. He's q regular
wolf, I'll confess, but I'll take care he
don't hurt you"
With timid glance at the wolf, who
stepped few steps away-baby having
turned her attention to the bird in Win
MES hat-but not so far but that he
caught every word uttered, in a soft,
clear voice, Red Riding hood began
+" When you finished your education
three years ago, and I was called home
to Maryland by the death of my mother
my father, you know, died three years
before-I was left with no relation in
the whole world but my dear old grand
mother. She had a comfortable income
at the time, and for year everything
went well +; and then the bank in which
all her money was deposited broke, and
we were penniless. Grandmother sank
beneath her misfortune and became al
most helpless, and ALWAYS was q spoiled,
good-for-nothing-"
You always were darling" burst
IN Winnie, impetuously.
"And-and I married grandmamma's