Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1882-02-14
The Baby's Adventure.

Qnceup atime-"all on summers
days email white bundle might havf
been seen half lying on grassy bank in
a certain garden in the northern part ol
Germany. We all know that appear
ances are deceitfuI :" but this small
white bundle certainly looked nothing
more nor less than baby's pillow, q
good deal trimmed with lace and en-
broidery, on which was tied with two
or three straps of scarlet ribbon, Ger
man fashion, something that looked
very like baby and it cried very like
. baby. l suppose you would have call
ed IL baby.
I It was pretty little thing, whatever
you would have called it. The small
pink face shone forth from . dajntily
embroidered cap. 1t had two great eyes
as blue as pimpernels, q pair of the
sveetest dimples iD the world, and per.
feet little rosebud of mouth that odufd
opt into full blown rose ut the short
est notice, as you will you see before this
story is done.
1t was all alone in the garden. I do
not know whether the baby knew she
was alone in the garden or not, but ahe
seemed very happy and contented. She
sat perfectly still, much engaged ap-
parently in watching some long willow
branches that went swsying BACK and
forth in the lazy breeze
"Csw cav lcaw |" screamed hoarse
black crow overhead. There was q
"whir r-r" in the air, and down swoop
ed the crow, alighting-now where do
you think? Right on top of that baby.
stall always maintain that she be-
haved very well under the circum
stances. She did not so much as open
her lips till the bold creature began
peckihg at the scarlet ribbons You can
hardly blame her for giving such a
scream then that the unwelcome visitor
flew off in a hurry
A stork that happened to be passing
stopped to see what was the matter. She
also few dcwp to the garden, and it was
not long before she took spieG the little
white bundle sitting there under the
trees.
The baby had stopped crying by this
time, and, all being quiet, Mrs Stork
stepped cautiously forward, every min
ute stepping nearer and nearer, till at
last she could look streight down into
the pair of blue eyes.
Graveiy the stork surveyed the baby,
and graveiy the baby surveyed the stork
Neither seemed to know quite what to
make of the situation, although soop 1t
began to dawn upon Madame Longlegs
that may be she had the best of it, and
giving her head toss, her wings gen"
tie flap. and opening wide her bill, she
said softly to herself:
'Hurrah! this is lucky day for you,
Mother Stork !"
Casting another glance at the baby.
who still did not offer to resent all this
familiarity on the par. of stranger, Mrs.
Stork, like Master Crow, next conclud-
ed to try taste of those gay ribbons.
The pimpernels shut up in twink
ling. The rosebud kept opening wider
and wider. And alas! the harder the
baby cried this time, the more delighted
the visitor seemed to grow.
"Ahem it's real baby and no mis-
take, whispered the stork, dancing on
one leg in high glee, and making noise
enough with her wings to have been q
dozen of her sisters aud brothers. "Hur
rah hurrahI
The sound of voices could now be
heard in the distance. If the children
only wouldn't have dawdled for once.
If the butterflies hadn't led them such a
chase through fbp f ,".r h. 81 If-if-