The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1879-04-23

linhOceACe. Ell w omen looked Indignantly
at the baby, Blue Worsted socks and
little pink legs kicking blindly from be.
meath my arms. Children ran after me.
dogs barked, but kept doggedly on M
way, walking into the grocery with res
olution second only to that Of the Roman
fellow who jumped into d crater, NOBODY
knows how many hundred years ago!
"a pint Of milk, II you please
Milk, sir2 Have you brought any thing
to put it ins" :
thought Of my tobacco box, nv peck
et-hand kerchief, the corner of nv hat.
all of these impracticable places for the
| deposit Of the Tactical fluid.
| 81 never thought Of that y said, right
ing. the baby, who came head uppermost
with very crimson countenance, and
1eyes looking defantly into mine--eyes
that said, as if they had spoken in SO
many syllables, Il qoont stop crying! I'll
die trst?"
The storekeeper looked on sympathetic
cally.
II could sell you nice little pitcher,
sir, if
1.-THE very idea." I interrupted. 4
pitcher Of milk! And please take the
change out Of this porte monnaie. for if
had three pair Of hands, couldn't more
than hold this kicking little demon with
emit
SWELL Sir" said the storekeeper, sshe
does seem rare 'un for usin' his legs. let
alone his lungs. Yes, sir, thank'ee sir p
Now, have always laid it up as
grudge against human nature that that
unprincipled grocery man took tive-dol-
lar bill out OF my portemonnaie, know
ing that / should not discover it until TOO
late too rectify the error! s.#
q wouldn't have treated Turk son
| took up the pitcher of milk in nv
right hand, still balancing the baby
skillfully against my left arm and siue,
and started for home.
"Now I'll settle your business, nv fine
young triend!''' thought. sis it posi-
BILE that I was ever such an incorrigible
nuisance as this?'
But my triumph was soon reduced to
the lowest pitch of humiliation!
"Dear NE, Mr.. Beverly, is it possible
that this is youg"
It was Kate Millions self, radiant in
spring bonnet, lilac silk walking. dress,
close-fringed parasol, and the dantiest of
lilac kid gloves! Kate Milton, with an
air OF establishment that served to make
her one degree prettier than everl
My first instinct was to turn and flee
ANONYMOUSLY; my second was to drop
my nephew and his milk into the gutter
and resolutely deny all connection what
ever with them my third prompted me
resolutely to stand my ground.
YES, it is I, Miss Milton-a-a fine
dayr'
Every fine" -.
Kate eyed me dubious4y. and no won.
der. One sock curling and twisting as if
serpent We're inside of it instead of
baby's foot, appeared beneath my coat
skirts, fanked by about quarter of a
yard Of Swiss embroidery and tucks, wo
fully crumpled by the fiery ordeal through
which we had both passed--the milk
(confound IT'D had dropped a-down the
full-length Of my pearl-colored panta-
looms, and my hat, bent and bruised
was thrust rakishly on the side Of nv
head: was gloveless, flushed, and dis
hevelled, and take me for ''all in alp
must have appeared considerably like
pickpocket Or an old clothes man out for
a walk! :
I passed on, followed by the sound of
faint, subdued laughter--a sound that
stung me to the quick. ~f
SO Kate and her companions were
laughing at me; this was, indeed, the un-
kindest cut of all. I resolved never to
dance the German with Kate Milton
again!
. The house was quiet and deserted as I
inserted my night-key in the little cir
cular lock. What could have become of
Bertha2 The cold dew oozed out upou
my brow, as I for one instant conten-
plated the horrible possibility of nv be-
ing left sort of modern Robinson Crusoe
with that diabolical little man Friday on
my hands.
Nonsense! there was no probability of
that. | sat down on Be1tha's rocking
chair, and, planting the baby firmly on
my knee, applied the spout of the pitcher
to his mouth.
Would you believe it2 he wouldn't
drink drop. He screwed his mouth as
tightly shut as If he never intended to open
it again, and doubled himself over back |
ward with a strength Of will that would |
have been remarkable in full grown
man, bat was simply marvellous in ten
months old baby. I persevered, and he
persevered. I poured the milk down his
neck, his embroidered dress-waist, and
his coral amulets; he would have been
drowned sooner than open his mouth
half quarter Of an inch. Probably of |
such stuff were our Revolutionary fathers
made; and this baby had, through somo
inscrutable blunder of Dame Nature.
come into the world lust centary too
late.
put him back in the cradle, flat on his
spinal column, and looked at him, more
IN sorrow than in anger.
my youngster!' I addressed him,
"cry away, cry your lungs outbreak
blood-vessel or two, if agreeable to you
fracture your trachea! I can't be held
legally responsible for it. thank Provi-
dence!"
took up book and sat down by the
oracle, rocking it recklessly backwards
and forwards, regardless OF the screams
which still rent the air. I wasn't going
to waste any more time in trying to quiet |