Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-04-20


die irst9"
The storekeeper looked on sympatheti-
cally.
II could sell you Lice little pitcher,
sir, if"
'The ve4y idea:" l interrupted. A
pitcher of milk! And please take the
change out of this porte. monnaie, for if
had three pair of hands, I couldn't more
than hold this kicking little demon with
'em"
"Well, Sir" said the stoIekeeper, che
does seem rare 'un for usin' his legs, let
alone his lungs. Yes, sir, thank'ee sir"
Nov, /. have always laid it up as
grudge against human nature that that
unprincipled grocery man took fve-del-
lar bill out OF my portemonnaie, know
ing that should not discover it until TOO
late too rectify the error!
q wouldn't have treated a Turk sob
I took up the pitcher of milk in my
right hand, still balancing the baby
skillfully against my left arm and size,
and started for home.
"Now I'll settle your business, my fine
young ug fTiend!' I thought. sis it posi-
nuisance as this?"
But my triumph was soon reduced to
the lowest pitch of humiliation!
"Dear me, Mr.. Beverly, is it possible
that this is you9"
1t was Kate Millions self, radiant Ia
spring bonnet, lilac silk walking. dress,
close-fringed parasol, and the dantiest of
lilac kid gloves! Kate Milton, with sn
air Of establishment that served to make
her one degree prettier than ever!
My first instinct was to turn and flee
igaominiously; 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
day!"
Every fine"
Kate eyed me dubious4y. and no WON
der. One sock curling and twisting as if
a serpent were inside of it instead of
baby's foot, appeared beneath my coat
skirts, f1anked by about a quarter of
yard of Swiss embroidery and tucks, wo-
fully crumpled by the fiery ordeal through
which we had both passed--tbe milk
, (confound itD 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 my
head. was gloveless, flushed, and dis
} hevelled, and take me for "all in all"
must have appeared considerably like
pickpocket or an old Clothes man out for
. walk!
passed oh3 followed by the sound of
faint, subdued laughter sound that
l stung me to the quick.
SO Kate and her companions were
laughing at me; this was, indeed, the I'M
kindest cut of all. I resolved never to
i dance the German with Kate Milton
I again!
l The house was quiet and deserted as I
q inserted my night-key in the little cir
, cular lock. What could have become of
Bertha? The cold dew oozed out upon
l my brow, as I for one instant ccntem-
plated the horrible possibility of my be-
g ing left sort of modern Robinson Crusoe
r with that diabolical little mar Friday on
It my hands.
Nonsense! there was no probability Of
that. I sat down on Beltha's rocking
J chair, and, planting the baby firmly on
my knee, applied the spout of the pitcher
:, to his mouth.
o Would you believe it2 he wouldn't
Il drink drop. He screwed his mouth as
- tightly shut as if he never intended to open
"a 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
r menths old baby. l persevered, and he
o. persevered. I poured the milk .down,.his
: neck, his embroidered dress waist, and
E his coral amulets; he would have been
y. drowned sooner than open his mouth
~ half a quarter of an inch. Probably of
- such stuff were our Revolutionary fathers
4 made; and this baby had, through some
- inscrutable blunder of Dame Nature,
:. come into the world lust a centary too
- late.
= put him back in the cradle, flat on his
: spinal column, and looked at him, more
n in sorrow than in anger.
o. my youngster!' I addressed him,
''cry away, cry your lungs outbreak a
IF blood-vessel or two, if agreeable to you
+ fracture your trachea! l can't be held
,e legally responsible for it. thank Provi-
dence!"
d took up book and sat down by the
o cradle, rocking it recklessly backward
: and forwards, regardless of the screams
). which still rent the air. I wasn't going
u to waste any more time in trying to quiet
Is him. Let him cry! This is free coun
~ try.
"Why. Joe! whatever is the ma,tera"
E. 1t was Bertha's voice. / jumped up a.
er if a cannon-b ball had smitten me, and
ty dashed my book upon the floor.
ar "Matter, ma'am! matter? The matter
it is that I'm going mad shall be a fl
e. subjec1c to lunatic asylum in just abou
D. fifteen minutes more!"
But might as well have wasted nay
ID despairing eloquence on blank wall
IL. She didn't hear nor heed me! She wa.
ID loading that little wretch with caresses
" pity, and Establishments. And
l. shouldn't have credited the sudden tur1
ut of affairs if I hadn't witnessed it with my
er own eyes-the baby absolutely laughed
lp up in her face, as if to say, "1've giYel
my uncle pretty time of it!'
u Yes-laughed and crowed, and helt
" up his hands, and behaved exactly as i
~ he had never in his small life known
1e what it was to shed tear! The hypo
critics are not all grown up.
It, "Has he been good, Uncle Jee?"
as I looked volumes at my sister.
+! "Bertha, if ever you leave me again il
ed charge of that-that little atrocity, II
s. commit suicide!"
''You needn't speak so loud" said m,