Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-11-03
Mrs. AtklnsOn's Baby.

The Atkinsons have had terrible time
oyer their baby. Mr.. Atkinson sent
home a folding crib, with the Stats made
in two pieces and hung upon hinges.
When they opened THAR crib and put the
mattress in it, Mr., Atkinson ommitted to
fix securely the catches that hold the
stats. Mr. and Mrs, Atkinson went to
bed early that night, and about eleven
o'clock something began to kick vigor-
ously. The result was that the Stats
slowly descended, and deposited the
mattress and the baby upon the floor.
The baby being particularly wide awake,
crawled out into the room, and seeing a
light in the EMERY, went through the
| door Just as Mr.. Atkinson's aunt, Miss
Boggs, was coming up the stairs to bed.
She picked the baby up, and finding that
his father and mother were asleep, she
carried it to her room in the third story,
| determined to take care of it the rest of
the night.
About an hour later Mrs. Atkinson
woke, and thought she would glance over
at the crib to see how the baby was get
ting along. No sooner had she done so
than she jumped from the bed in alarm.
The baby was not there! The cotton
seemed to have fallen cut of the whole
continuance. 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 of
the baby.
Then, wild with alarm, she shook Mr.
Atkinson, and told him to get up. Atkin-
son growled out, in sleepy tone:
s'The paregoric bottle is in the closet;
go and get it yourself"
.sAlonzo!" shrieked Mrs. Atkinson, "you
don't undcistsnd. The baby is gone! 1t
is gone-stolen!- kidnapped murdered,
maybe! Oh, what shall do?-what shall
do?'
sNow be calm julia" said Atkinson,
getting out of bed; '.don't get hysterical.
The child, must likely, is under the bed
"No, it isn't; no. it's not there!' ex-
claimed Mrs. Atkinson, upon her hands
and kness.
'Posslbly," said Alonzo, beginning to
feel uneasy, she crept into the closet; let
us look''
This is horrible!' said Mrs. Atkinson,
clasping her hands.
s'Do you Think" asked Ms. Atkinson,
ssthat he could have crawled into a
bureau drawer and pulled it to after
him?'
Certainly mott" said Mrs. Atkinson.
"You know he couldn't"
81 think hear him now. He has fallen
out of the wiedow!' said Mrs. Atkinson,
| as faint wall foated up from the back
yard.
'sNo, it's only Mrs. Magruder's cat
yowling on the fence" replied Atkinson,
IS he closed the sash. Have you looked
in the bath-.ub' in the next room!
Perhaps he has gone to take BATH
Drowned! I know it! I'm sure of
itw yelled Mrs. Atkinson, rushing into
the bathroom.
"He's not here" said Atkinson
"Could he have gone down stairs 2nd
fallen into the agar-bucket In the pan
try?'
/ ssWe must search the whole house fol-
him." said Mrs. Atkinson.
So they began the hunt. They looked
everywhere. In the clothes hampers, in
the kitchen cupboard, in the parlor, in
the pantry, and even in the celler, but
without avail.
/ "He couldn't have gone up stairs,
said Mr.. Atkinson, because he cam
climb the stepts."
"No; he must have been stolen HI
has been stolen by burglars! shall
never, never see him agaln--never!''
"Don't give wav, Julia. Be calm.
} will go at once for the police"
Mr.. Atkinson dressed himself hurried
~, and dashed down stairs and out int
the front street. He met policeman al
most at the door, and in frantic accent
i laid che case before him. The policeman
sounded an alarm, and soon had six othel