St. Landry democrat., 1878-11-09
The Trouble sat Atkimson's.
WHAT COME OF USING A NEw-FANGLED
BABY-CRlB.
MAX. Adeler in New York Weekly

VILLA COME OE G~INT NE" ANILEO
BABY-CKlB.
MAX. Adeler in New York Weekly
The Atklnsuis have had a terrible
time over their baby. Mr.. Atkinson
>tll! home IL folding rrih, with The stats
nade III tMn pieces aud hung upon
hinges. When they open their crib
;tni pat the mattress in 1t Mr.. AtkinS"l,
u.nltltu tn hX securely ttIt. citcnuS that
l,,,.d the Stats. Mr.. and Mrs. Atkinson,
wrnt to bed early that night, AMI about
ii ncimk, While they were asleep, the
baby 90, awake and began to kick
vigorously. The result WAS that the
STATS slowly descemtied and depoSitrti
the mattress and baby On the floor.
The baby being particularly wide awake,
crawlrd out into the room, and seeing Il
light in the entry, went through the
ttoor just rs Mr. AtkiiSOn's aunt, Miss
B"ysS. was coming up stairs to bed.
She picked the baby up, and finding
that lis father and mother were asleep,
she carried it to her room in the third
story, determined to take care Of it du-
ring the rest of the night.
About an hour after Mrs. Atkinson
woke, and thought she would glance
over to the crib to see how the baby
was getting along. No sooner had she
done SD than She jumped from the bed
in alarm. The baby was. not there !
The bottom seemed t0 have fallen out
of the whole cOntrivance. Her first
thought WAS that the baby was lying
under the mattress smOthered to death.
She pulled the mattress aside, but there
Were no signs Nf the Mby..
Then, Wild with alarm, she shook Mr..
Atkinson. and told him to get up. At
kins0n gi"wlesi out, in IL sleepy tone:
1.-THE paregoric bottle is iu the closet !;
go and get it yourself"
"AIonzo!" shrieked Mrs. Atk kinson,
''you don't understand. The baby is
gone! 1t is go.,e !-st"l+n !-kitiknapped!
murdered, maybe Oh, what shall do?-
what shall do?
"Now be calm, julia" said Atkinson
getting ont of bed "don't get hyster-
ical: The child, most likely, is under
the bed"
mo, it isn't; no, it is not tllere!" ex-
claimed Mrs. Atkinson, upon her hands
and kuerS.
Possibly" said Alonza, beginning to
feel uneasy; :" he has crept into the
closrt; let us look"
This is horribIc!" said Mrs. Atkinson,
claSping her hands.
DO you Think" asked Mr.. Atkinson,
that he could have crawled into II
hnrrnn drawer and pulled it to after
him7"
"Crrtainly not :" sail Mrs. Atkinson.
= 1nu know he couldn't"
Il think | hear him now. He ha>
fallen out uf thu. wintt"w!" said Mrs
Atkinson, a$ u faint Will t1Jhted vi
trt'm the back Yard.
mo. it's only Mrs. N ,yrud-r's GA
y"w,ing "n the frn:t." replied Atklns"i,
IA he closed the sash. ''Have lOr
looked in the bath tub IN the next room.
Perhaps he has gone to take Il bath"
Drowned | know it! I'm sure "
it !'y"Iltd Mrs. Atkinson, rushing inl.
tli, bath room.
He's not here" said Atkinson,
Could he have gone down stairs an"
fallen into the sus"r bucket in til,
pantry
we must search the Whole house fo
him." said Mrs. Afkln>nn.
5" they began The hunt. They locke
everywhere. La the ciuthes- hamper, il.
the Kitchen rupbn.rd, in the pari"r, ii
The pantry, lui even in the cellar, bn
witn'ut avail.
He couldn't have gone up stairs
said Mr. Atkinsou, "utcause he cam,
ciiIuh the steps"
No; he must have been stolen! H.
has been st"1+u l,y bur rglar>! | SHAH
never. never sre him aGaiu-hever!
"D,m't give way, Julia. Be calm.
will go at o,lre for the police"
Mr.. Atkinson dressed him [ hurried
ly and dashed down stairs and out int.
the street. He met IL policeman almost
ut the door, aud in frantic accents, laid
the case before him. The policeman
a Il fp, a II 40
policeman at band. They entered the
house and proceeded to examine the
fastenings. Everything WAS right, and
one of the policemen said:
"In my opinion, tle buglar is in the
huuS" yet"
"We'il 20 for him." said another. So
they drew their reviewers and proceeded
to search the hIiltling. Presently Mr..
Atkinson heard the report of a pistol il,
the kitchen. He rushed down.
~ think I've killed him." said Police
man Jones, Bring u light, quick!" i
And killed the baby, tool" slirieked
Mrs. Atkinson.
by George, forgot about the baby"
said the officer.
Tnen the light came, and they found,
that Policeman Jules had shot his dog
which had followed him into the house.
Then Policeman Smiths pistol went of
and the bullet hit the
kitchen CLOCK, which at once struck 081,
and the confusion and racket SD un-
strung Mrs. Atkinson's nerves that she
went info Mysteries and emitted succes-
brought Miss Boggs down from the
third story jp great alarm.
"What Gi, e.rtl, is the matter7" she
called.
MatterF" said Atkinson. "Dnn't
you know that burglars have broken
intv the house aud stOlen the baby
Why, we've been having the awfulest
tins you ever heard 9f tor the last two
hours" a-s
why, I've got the baby up stairs
with me- said Miss Boggs; Eve had
him all night"
Ynq Aayef" exclaimed the party iu
IL breath.
Certainly" --...
I'D, you mean to tell me-" asked At
kinsol. with supernatural calmness. |
:. that that baby w:,s qlietly asleep in
you, room, all this time
- Yes"
Atkinson simply Looked ut krr. Hs fell |
ti II language Yas uilrqI tn the ex |
l,ressioBs of his fealrnyr. Mrs. A,kin |
s,ll flaw mp sfairs two steps Mt i time,
The l,nirrsntn laughed aud tillei ont.
Jones pulling his deceased dog by the
tail. Atkinson went fn l,e.l with raging
,lig. in his soul, asid the next nnrnin.
sr put Il slleet-irUn hDfttsul, Fastened
with riyets, non that folding crib.
A Hard Test.
tps.sruit Free Press]