Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-11-06
MRS. BARTON'S BABY.

s.Pretty baby! Mammals darling baby.
Shut your little eyes and go to Sleep"
John Seymour paused on the stairs
and listened. 1t was q deliciously
sweet voice, and the endearing cpl
thets were spoken in softly modulated
tones.
BLESSED little childr' said Mr.. Sey-
mour to himself, as he passed on to his
room.
Mammals pretty babyr' 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
nowP'
II knowr' spoke up Master Bobby
Hartley, who was flattening his little
nose against the glass of the window
from which the calm blue ocean was
plainly visible. 1T was the bald-head-
ed man. He tried to peek in the door,
too l saw him. And he looks at you
all the time at the table. l reckon no
thinks heap of your
''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 60 and play on the beach?''
John Seymour, in the room above,
crossed over to his easy chair on tiptoe
for fear of waking Mrs. Barton's baby.
Such o lovely young mother as she
made. Mammals darling babyr' The
words kept ringing in Mis- 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 childp' he
thought once more.
A sunbeam that came creeping
through the open window gently
touched his smooth white forehead, and
glimmered on q certain tiny bald spot
and its fringe OF light brown hair. Hon
est, dark blue eyes had Mr. Seymour,
Roman nose and brown moustache,
with just tinge of gray in honor Of
his five and forty years.
"Holloan' says Jim Stowe, entering
suddenly and striding across the room
in number eleven boots. where's q
chair? o, here's one?' dragging it to-
wards him. Hottest day I ever"
4'Do make less noise, Jim; youth
wake UP Mrs. Barton's baby"
''The widow? Has she baby? First
I've heard of it. How did you find out?
Pretty, is she not? Southerner, though.
Don't like 'em, Take her for all of me.
BY jove! this is the coolest place I've
found to-day. Awful hot here when
there happens to be 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 you?'
mo. Powder, paint, false hair, fur
belows-no attractions for staid old
bachelor like me- And he thinks of a
certain sweet-voiced, blue-eyed mother.
''Mamma's darling babyr' some one.
seemed to say.
''Well, l tell you what it is, John, l
do believe that you're" A sudden
1urch, and with crash down came the
number elevens from their elevated
perch. Don't scowl so, man! Hang
Mrs. Barton's baby! never knew you
to take such tender interest in brat
before She seems to have no friends
here. She stays up in herroom most of
the time, 1 thinks
NATURALLY, as she is here alone with
her little brother, nurse and baby"
''Ah, yes, the baby! By the way, I've
never heard it cry, have youp Model
infant? wish you joy, John! Good!
There's the dinner bell / hope it
won't wake Mrs. Barton's baby"
the broad piazza just as MIR. Seymour
lighted his after dinner cigarette.
ANY objections to my talking to you
while you smoker" seating herself be-
side him. ..What have you been doing
with yourself all dayp We've all been
down on the beach, Mr.. Stowe, Jen and
4. You should have gone with US. 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.
Dida't she look perfectly lovely at din
ner? Well, Nell says she had on an old
oiack skirt with q slit clear down one
breadth this morning, and an old white
sack, and her hair was all rumpled, and
stood in the door rubbing her ewes with
both hands. She said the chambermaid
told her that Nell was sick, so she
thought she'd make her 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
Mg, because there didn't seem to be
anything else to do here; and she
hated the North; and she'd brought her
colored servant with her, for she
wouldn't have q white one near her.
Nell says she never heard a woman rat
tile on so in her life. Pm going to get
acquainted with her just to hear her
talk
Afearful ta1ker! s'Mamma's darling