The Brookhaven ledger. (Brookhaven, Miss.) 1875-1883, 1881-10-20
Our Baby Again.

After this, don't say anything
more to me about babies. There's
nothing more spiteful and malicious
than q baby. Our baby got me in
to an awful scrape once-the time l
blacked it. But l didn't blame it
so much that time, because. after
all, it was partly my fault; but now
it has gone and done one of the
meanest things baby ever did, and
came very near running me.
1t has been long time since
mother and Sue said they would
never trust me to take care of the
baby again, but the other day they
wanted awfully to go to a funeral.
1t was funeral of one Of their best
friends, and there was to be lots Of
flowers, and they expected to see
lots of people, and they said they
would try me once more. They
were going to be gone about two
hours, and l was to take care Of the
baby until they came home again.
OF course l said I would do my
best, and so ] did; only when boy
does try to do his best, he is sure to
get himself into trouble. How many
d time and oft have l found this to
be true. All! this is indeed hard
and hollow world. The last thing
Sue said when she went out of the
door was, "Now, be good boy; if
you play any Of your tricks I'll let
YOU know" l wish Mr.. Travers
would marry her, and take her to
China. l don't believe in sisters
any way.
They hadn't been gone ten min
utes when the baby woke up and
cried, and l knew it did it on pur
pose.
Now I had once read in an old
magazine that if you put molasses
on a baby's fingers, and give it a
feather to play with, it will try te
pick that feather of, and amuse it.
self, and keep quiet ever SO long.
l resolved to try it; so went
down stairs and brought up the big
molasses jug out of the cellar.
Then l made a little hole in one
Of mot ler's pillows and puffed out {
good handful of feathers.
The baby stopped crying as soor
as it saw what l was at, and 50 let
me on, just on purpose to get me in
ITO trouble.
Well, l put little molasses OIL
the baby's hands, and put the feath
ers in its lap, and told it to be goot
and to play real pretty.
The baby began to play with tn
feathers just as the magazine sal,
it would, 81 I thought / would let i
enjoy itself while went upto m,
room little while.
That baby never made sount
lfor ever so long, and l was thinking
how pleased mother and Sue woul'
be to find out new plan for keep
ling it quiet.
i | Just let 1t enjoy itself till abou
!. ten minutes before the time whe1
f they were to get back from the fur
eral, and then went Gown to loo
after the 'slittle innocent as Su
< calls it.
: Much innocence there is abou
/. that baby!
II I never saw such an awful spects
BILE. The baby lad g,t hold of 1 j
molasses jug, which held more tha
L a gallon, and had upset it and rol
cd all over in it.
: The feathers had stuck to it g
close that you couldn't hardly Sc
it's face, and its head looked ju,
: like chickens head.
You wouldn't believe how tbs
molasses spread over the carpet.
seemed as if about half the roo
was covered with it.
B And there sat that wretched eli
i tie innocent" Laughing to thin
how I'd catch it when the foil
came home.
Now wasn't it my duty to was
that baby, and get the feathers an
molasses Of it? Any sensible PEI
lson would say that 1t was.
] tried towash it in the wash b
sin, but the feathers kept stickiI
on again as fast as I got them D
SO / took it to the bath tub al
,i turned tho water on, and he'd Il
baby right under the stream.
The feathers we're gradually q
ting rinsed away, and the naolasa