The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1881-03-26
MRS, BART0N's BABY.

'DlchStu lllllt tUllu' SulU MI StN-
mour to himself, as he passed on TO his
room.
Mammals pretty baby continued
Mrs. Barton, patting the soft brown
head that lay upon her breast. ella,
do shut the door! You always leave it
open. Who went up the stairs just
nOw?n
II know, spoke up Master Bobby
Hartley, who was llattening his little
nose against the glass Of the window
from which the calm blue ocean was
plainly visible, lit was the bald-head-
ed man. He tried TO peek in the door,
too. ! saw him. And he looks at you
all the time at the table. reckon he
thinks heap Of YOU
"The idea laughed the pretty Wild
ow; "why, don't even know the mans
name. Bobby, stop drumming on the
glass You'll wake up Trixie, Why
don't you go and play on the beach?"
John Seymour, in the room above,
crossed over 10 his easy chair on tiptoc
for fear of waking Mrs, Barton's baby.
Such lovely young mother as she
made. Mamma darling babyr' The
words kept ringing in his ears. What
an exquisite voice; what caressing
tones; what "A picture for AN artist. He
closed his eyes and seemed to see it all.
The waving golden hair, the smiling
scarlet lips, the delicate fair cheek, the
round and rosy infant clasped in fond
embrace blessed little child" he
thought once more.
4 sunbeam that came creeping
through the open window gently
touched hi. smooth white forehead, and
glimmered on certain tiny bald spot
and its fringe of light brown hair. Hon
est, dark blue eyes had Mr.. Seymour,
Roman nose and brown moustachc,
with just tinge Of gray in honor Of
his five and forty years.
"Holloa" says Jim Stowe, entering
suddenly and striding across the room
in number eleven boots Where's a
chair, o, here one.' dragging it to-
wards him. Hottest day | ever"
'Do make les, noise, jim; you'll
wake M Mrs, Bartou's baby"
The widow? Has she baby? First
I've heard OF it, How did you find out?
Pretty, is she not? Soulhcrner, though.
Don't like EN-, Take her for all Of me.
BY joyc this is the coolest place I've
found to-day Awful hot here when
there happens Ia be Il land breeze I've
been down on the beach with the Ben
nett girls. Going to the hop with them
this evening, too. Pretty lively crowd.
Don't like them, do youy'
NO Powder, paint, false hair, fur
bellows no attractions for a staid old
bachelor like me- And he thinks of
certain Swcet-yoiced, blue-cyed mother
Mammals darling baby some one
seemed to say.
"Wcll, Itell YOU what it is, John, !
do believe that you're - A sudden
iurch, and with a crash down came the
number eleven, from their elevated
perch don't scowl so, man! Hang
Mrs. Barlon's baby, never knew YOU
TO take such tender interest in a brat
before She seem, 10 have no friends
here. She stay, up in hcrroom most OF
the time. think"
Naturally, a, She Is here alone with
her little brother, nurse and baby
"Ah, yes. the baby! By the way. Eve
never heard il cry, have you? Model
infant? wish you JOY, John, Good!
There's the dinner bell. | hope it
won't wake Mrs Baton'S baby
Miss Fannie Bennett sauntcred down
the broad piazza just as Mr. Seymour
lighted his after dinner cigarette.
ANY objection. to my talking to YOU
while you smoker seating herself be-
side him. What have YOU been doing
with yourself all day? We've all been
down on the beach, Mr.. Stowe, Jen and
|. You should have gone with MS. We
had an awful jolly time, Oh! say, you
know the pretty widow who sits oppo-
site YOU at the table? She came in to
see cousin Nell while we were away.
Didn't she look perfectly lovely at din
ner? Well, Nell says she had on an old
black skirt with "a slit clear down one
breadth this morning, and IN old white
sack, and her hair was all rumpled, and
stood in the door rubbing her eyes with
both hands She said the chambermaid
told her that Nell was sick, so she
thought she'd make her a little call,
and She supposed, of course, the room
would be dark, so she didn't wait to
dress. She'd been asleep all the morn
ing, because there didn't seem to be
anything else to do here; and she
hated the North; and she'd brought her
colorcd servant with her, for she
wouldn't have Il white one near her.
Nell says She never heard woman rat
tie on 50 in her life. I'm going to get
acquainted with her just to hear her
talk
a fearful talkcr! "Mamma's darling
baby" seemed to say tender voice.
What woman ever praised anotherP
How II homely woman hates her
pretty rival" unused John Seymour.
Miss Benefits eyes are dull and gray,
Mrs. Barlon's bright and blue, so the
former thinks the latter such a fearful
talkcr, untidy aud n bore Oh, these
women. Oh, these womcn!
Whiz! n little ball of sometime white
flew past and dartcd down The stems
the pretty widow closely following and
screaming, "TriNic. Trixier' at the ton
of her voice
John Seymour dropped his fresh IIa.
vana in the grass and started in pur-
suit.
.Allnw mo. madam 80 os he ro,oLol