The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1881-05-26
MRs. BART0Es BABY.

Pretty babyi Mammals darling baby.
Shut your little eyes and go to sleep"
John Seymour paused on the stain
and listened. II was a deliciously
sweet voice. and the endearing OPT.
thets were spoken in softly modulate6
tones.
BLESSED little childr' said Mr.. Sey-
mour to himself, as he passed on to his
room.
"Mamma's pretty babyr' continued
Mrs. Barton. patting the soft brown
head that lay upon her breast. ELLA,
do shut the doori You always leave i,
open. Who went up the stairs jus,
nowP"
II known spoke up Master Bobby
Hartley. who was flattening his little
nose against the glass of the window
from which the calm blue ocean wcs
plainly visible. at was the beld-head-
ed man. He tried Il peek in the doo-.
too. / saw him. And he looks at you
all the time at the table. i reckon bs
thinks q heap Of you'll"
THE idea" laughed the pretty wild.
ow; .'why. l don't even know the man's
name. Bobby. stop drumming on the
glass. You'll wake up Trixie. Why
don't you go and play on the beachg'
John Seymour, in the room above
crossed over to his easy chair on tipto :
for fear of waking Mrs. Barton's baby
Such a lovely young mother rs shs
made Mammals darling babyr' The
words kept ringing in his ears. VIVA;
an exquisite voice; what caressinr
tones; what q picture for ar artist! lie
closed his eyes and seemed to SEQ It all.
The waving golden hair, the smiling
scarlet lips, the delicate fair cheek, tho
round and rosy infant clasped in fond
embrace. blessed little childr'- bo
thought once more.
A sunbeam that came creeping
through the open window gently
touched his smooth white forehead, and
gtimmered on q certain tiny BALI. spos
and its fringe Of light brown hair. Hon
est dark blue eyes had Mr.. Seymour. .
Roman nose and brown m~oustachc,
with 1ust q tinge Of gray In honor Of
his I've and forty years.
'.Holloar' says Jim Stowe. entering
suddenly and striding across the room
in number eleven boots. where's a
chair? o, here's oner' dragging it to-
wards him. Hottest day + ever"
..Do MAXI less noise, Jim; you'll
wake up Mrs. Barton's baby"
''The widow Has she a baby? First
Eve heard of it. How did you find out?
Pretty. is she not? Southerper, though.
Don't like EN-, Take her for all Of me.
BY ioye! this is tho coolest place I've
found to-day. Awful hot here when
there happens to be a 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 your"
mo. Powder. paint, false hair. far.
belows-no attractions for a staid ole
bachelor like me- And he thinks of :
certain s~weet-voiced, blne-eyedm mother
'Mamma's darling babyr' some ono
seemed to say. 1MN
well, tell you what II is, John,
do believe that you're" A suddcl
lurch. and with q crash down came Ill,
number elevens from their elevate,
perch. Don't scowl SO, mani Hans
Mrs. Barton's baby! Ineyer knew vol
to take such q tender interest in a bra
before She seems to have no friend
here She stays up in herroommost o
the time, 1 think"
Naturally. as she is here alone with
her little brother, nurse and baby"
s.Alg yes, tho baby! BY the way, Nv,
never heard II cry, have youe Mode
Iinfantp Ivish you joy, joint Good
There's the dinner. bell. i hope
won't wake Mrs. Barton's baby
Miss Fannie Bennett sauntered dow
the broad piazza just as Mr. Seymou
lighted his after dinner cigarette.
ANY objections to my talking to yo
while you smokef" seating herself b,
side him. What have you been doin
with yourself all day? We've all bee
down on the beach. Mr.. Stowe, Jen an
i. You should have gone with US. W