The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1879-04-30
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tile mn ttress an II. Mr.. tklnsonl
omittea 10 fit seSpreEF the bitches
I.thatljbId The slats, Nj Af Ilrs.I
sAtkiaspn went o bed earl that
.nigft, and about eleven cIock,
while they ueEe .asg geepIsthe by got
I,awakeiafas began kick Viz susly. 3
The result was itliat the slow
~ deseended,snd dsposit mat
tress,and the baby epep tbs Bool
The baby, being tieulll vide
awake, cfasI(sd OUT pte ll' o0isls
and Seeing q iiglit ih tilefendy,ll
went through thedoori inst is Mr.. AtsII
kinson's aunt, Miss Boggss was com
ing up stairs to bed sReSpicked, the
baby MP, and, finding that its father
and mother were asleep she carrieait
TO her room in the third story, deter
minedllo take care Of it during the
rest ofthe night.
About an hour later Mrs. Atkinson.
Iawoke, and thought she would glance,
oveEat ihe;erib to see how the baby
was getting 'aiorg. :Noisooner RutlS
she done 50 than she jumped from
her bed in alarm. Thebottom SEEM
edto have fallen out of the whole,
contrivance. Her first thought was,
that the baby was, lying under the
mattress smothcred 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. Atkinson growled out, in a
sleepy tone
"The paregoric bottle is in the
closet; go and get it yourself"
"Alonzo!" shrieked Mrs. Atkinson,
"you don't understandable baby is
gone! 1t is'gone!-stolen! kidnap-
ped, may be! Oh? what shall ! do?-
what shall l io?' d.
"Now be calm, julia" said Akin
son, getting out Of bed, "don't get
hystcfical. The child, most likely,
is under the bed.",
"No, il isn't; no, it's not there!" ex-
claimed Mrs. Atkinson, upon her
hands and knees.
Il POSSIBLY. a's;:ssaid aslanzd. 5egnliag
10 ieeisnneasy, "hes has crept into the
closet. Let us look"
"D0 yon think" asked Mr.. Atkin-
son, "that he could have crawled in
to bureau drawer and pulled it to
after hini?"
Certainly notl" said Mrs. Atkin-
son. "You know he couldn't"
81 think hear him now. He has
fallen out Of the Window said Mrs.
Atkinson, as faint wall aoatcd up
from the back yard.
"No, it's only Mrs. Magruder's cat
yawling on the fence" replied At
I
kinson, as he closed the sash. "Iiave
you looked in the bath tub in the
next room? Perhaps he has gone to
take a bath"
Drowned! l know it! I'm sure
of i'!' yelled Mrs. Atkinson, rushing
into the bath room.
"Hes not here" said Atkinson
Gould he have gone down stairs and
fallen into the sugar bucket in the
pantryY"
"We must search the whole house
for him. said Mrs. Atkinson.
So they began the hunt. They
looked everywhere. In the clothes
hamper, in the kitchen cupboard, in
the parlor, in the pantry, and even
in the cellar, but without avail,
"He couldn't have gone up stairs"
said Mr.. Atkinson, "because he can't
climb the steps"
"No; he must have been stolen.-
He has been stolen by BURGLARS. |
shall never, never see him again
neverl"
Don't give way, Julia. Be calm.
will go at once for the police"
Mr.. Atkinson dressed himself hur-
riedly, and dashed down stairs and
out into the frcnt street. He met u
policeman almost at the door; andin
frantic accents laid the case before
him. The policeman sounded an
alarm, and soon had six other police
man at hand, They entered the
house and proceeded to examine the
fastenings. Everything was right,
and one Of the policemen said,-
an my opinion the burglar is in