The Eaton Democrat. (Eaton, Ohio) 1875-1903, 1881-06-23
Naming Her Baby.

On the train was q woman with q baby
about; eight months old, and in the next
seatsback was an old man who couldn't"
sit still until he had said:
That's a baby you have got there,
isn'tit2"
eyes, SIR
"About q year old, isn't hep"
MERCY. mol He's hardly eight
months old YETI
sIsn't, eh? Well, TIM the father Of
nine children, but it's been 30 long since
I've e a baby that P~veforgotten how
they ought to look. Is he a girl?'
'tNo, sir; he's a boy"
Gust me, agin. Inever can tell one
from ,tother. Is he purity healthy2"
"Oh, yes"
"Squan much nightsp" I
"Never squalls at ALL 1,
"Don,t eh ? That's the kind of q
young ,un / like to see around. My
Samuel did nothing but howl for the first
two years, Sarah was allus sick, Moses
fell outiof the cradle and broke his arm,
and something or other allus allied every
one of the lot. Have you named this
baby YETI" sN
"No, sir."4 Isl Ys
, Haven't, ehl Say?"a 80 a4at5 5Eu
'fYes, SIR" I atvc
",Sposen you call him arter me? Ny
fust name is Jefferson, and they JEFF me
for short. I've got two ten dollar gold
pieces here for him if you want to call
him Jefferson" rte aa-rs .~asspqof d
I'm do it'll" promptly replied the
woman .@asr - as5 81 a
''Thatis business. Here's the cash and
the boy is named jefferson, arter me.
Lemme kiss him about four times"
The baby was duly kissed and con-
graduated, and at the next station he
left the train with his mother. The old
man was tickled half to death over the
matter, until the conductor anne along
and asked: wtnp8~rlTsqu bus H5s1I
Ibid you pay her anything to name
that baby; afterlyou % sGs DIS IA - 81
'fYes-twenty dollars. He's a clipper,
and don't you forget it. - zssaih :
ftAnd so is his mother. She's down in
the Detroit House Of Correction, and the
woman who had him takes care of him
for two dollars aweekf' oA
+ 'FN-o al'' mrs fanf7Sa
"Fact." .'44s .sEoSs RI -
The old mans jaw fell, his eyes re-
manned fixed on the ceiling for o minute,
and thenahe fell back in his seat with
the exclamation:
"Chaw mel Everybody has called me
a fool for the past twenty years, and now
I know they were right Conductorl"
H'WelL."t Blur q tfi 3I ~
"Please mop the floor with me and
break my neck, and step on me a thous-
and time, and then throw the mangled
wreck into some swamp, for / won't be
no more good in this worldf"-Detroit
Free Press. g =
TWigs and Leaves.
Dryden has aptly remarked: "Wha
the child admired, the youth ~endeayored,
and the man acquired" No need Of
spurs to the little Handel or the boy
Bach to study music, when one steals
midnight interviews with o struggled
copies whole books of studies by moon
light, for want of a candle churlishly de,
MED; no need of whips to the boy painter,
plumbers the family cat for bristles to
make his brushes.
lts There was an intimate connection be.
tween the miniature ships which Nelson,
when a boy, sailed ON the pond, and the
fACGOI1CS VI b1O MIC III 11d1dl6dI, DO-
tween the tales and songs about fairies,
| ghosts, witches, ETC., with which the
mind Of Burns was fed in his boyhood,
and the tales of Tim O'Shanter.
Michael Angelo neglected school tc
copy drawings which he dared not bring
home. Murilo filled the margin of his
school books with drawings. LIE Brun,
in childhood, drew with a piece of char
coal on the walls of the house. Pope
wrote excellent verses at fourteen. Mad
anne de Stael was deep in the philosophy
of politics at an age when other girls
were dressing dolls.
So Ferguson's wooden clock; Claude
Lorraine's pictures on the walls Of
bakers shop; Chantrey's carving of his
schoolmaster's head in a bit of pine
wood; Napoleon pelting now balls a
Brienne, were all hints of the future
man.
1t is said that when Rachel, the &C
tress, threw a table cloth round her per
son she was draped, on the instant, with
a becomingness which all the modistes
that ever fractured stay-lace, or circum'
located crinoline, never impaired to the
female figure before. She had a genius
for it, as Brummell had for tying his
cravat. Thousands choked themselveI
in initiating the Beau's knot, but in vain
the secret died with him, and is nov
.smong the lost arts"