Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1882-04-05
Mrs. Barfon's BABY,

mour TO himself. as be passed TO his room.
''Mamms's pretty baby !" continued
Mrs. Barton, pstting the soft brown heaC
that lay upon her breast. Ella. do shut
the door, lou always leave it open.
Who went up the stairs just now2n
81 know - spoke up Master Bobby
against the glass of the window fren
which the calm blue ocean was plainly
visible 1T was the bald headed man.
He tried TO peek IN the door, too. l saw
him, And he looks at you all the time
at the table / reckon he thinks heap OF
yOu,'
''The ideal" laughed the ptetty widow;
''why | don't even know the mans name.
Bobby, stop drumming on the glass.
You'll wake up Trixie. Why don't you
go 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 lovely young mother as she made.
Mammals darling babv!" The words
kept ringing in his ears. What an ex.
qmsite voice; what caressing tones what
q picture for an artist He closed his
eyes and seemed TO see il all. The wa
wing golden hair, the smiling scarlet lips,
the dell cate fair cheek, the round and
rosy infant clasped in fond embrace.
'.Blessed little chIld," he thought once
more
A sunbeam that came creeping through
the open window gently touched his
smooth white forehead, and glInmered
on certain tiny bald spot and Its fringe
of light brown hair Honest, dark blue
eyes had Mr.. Seymour, Roman nose and
brown moustache, with just tinge OF
grav in honor of his five and forty years.
"Halloa.' says jim Stowe, entering
suddenly and s,riding across the room in
No IL boots. ''Where's chairl o, here's
one = dragging it towards him. Hottest
day | ever"
DO make less noise, Jim; you'll wake
up Mrs. Barton's baby"
1.-The widow Has she baby? First
I've heard OF ii. How did you find out :
Pretty, is she not? Southerner, though.
Don't like EN-. Take her for all of me.
BY Jove this IS the coolest place I've
found to day. Awful hot here when
there's land breeze. I've been down on
the beach with the Bennett girls. Going
to the ball with them this evening, too.
Pretty lively crowd. Don't ike them, do
you"
''No. Powder, PAINT, false hair, furbe-
lows-no attractions for a stald old bach
elor like me-" And he thinks of a Ger
tain sweet-voiced, blue-eyed mother.
Mammals darling babyi" someone
seemed to say.
well, l tell you what il Is, John, do
believe that you're" A sudden lurch,
of e'evens from their elevated perch.
Don't scowl so, mani Hang Mrs. Bar
TONS baby! 1 never knew you to take
such tender interest in brat before. She
seems to have no friends here. She stays
up in her room most of the time. think. "
Naturally, as she is here alone with
her little brother, nurse and baby"
'Ah, yes, the babyi BY the way, I've
never heard 1t cry, have youl Model in
FAINT ! lWish you joy, John. Good !.
There's the dinner bell. l hope 1t won't
wake Mrs. Barton's baby"
Miss Fannie Bennett sauntered down
the broad piezza just as Mr.. Seymour
lighted his after dinner cigarette.
''Any objection t. my talking to you
while you smoker" seating herself be-
side him. What have You been
dong with yourself all dayl We've
all been down on the beach, Mr.
Stowe Jen and J. You should have gone
with US. We had an awful jolly time. OH
GOV do x-o,, t-pau- -l,a ,D-a-t,- ,,-;J,r, ,,.Lx
sit opposite you at the tablet" She came
IN 10 see cousin Nell while we were away.
Didn't she look perfectly lovely at dinner?
Well, Nell saws she had on an old black
silk skirt, with a slit clear down one
breadth. this morning. and an old white
sack, and her hair all rumpled, and there
she stood in the door rubbing her eyes
with both hands. She SAID the chamber
maid told her that Nell was sick, SC 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 morning, because there
didn't seem to he anything else to do here:
and she hated the north; and she'd
brought her colOred servant with her, for
she wouldn't have white one near her
Nell says she never heard woman rattle
on so III her life. Pm going to get &C
quainied with her just to hear her talk.
A fearful taker! Mammals darling
baby!" seemed to say tender voice.
What woman ever praised anotherl
''How homely woman hs.es her pret-
ty rival J" mused John Seymour. Miss.
Bennett's eyes are dull and grew, Mrs.
Barton's bright and blue, so the forc,er
thinks the latter such fearful talker. un-
tidy and bore. Oh, these women, Oh,
these womeni"
Whiz, a little bail of something white
few past aud darted down the steps, the
pretty widow closely following and
screaming, 'TrixIe Trixie!" at the top
of her sweet voice.
John Seymour dropped his fresh Ha-
vana in the grass and started in pursuit.
'sAllow me, madam" as he reached
her side, ''to catch your dog for you
But catching nimble Trixie was no easy
task, She took bee line for the dark
and deep blue ocean, Mr.. Seymour close
behind, the hot sun beating down upon
his hatless head. But fina ly the pretty
Trlxie was secured and brought back 10
her ANXIOUS mistress, who with outstretch-
ed arms received her pet.
MY dearest. darling babyl Mamma's
darlng!" smOtheiIng The dog with kisses.
what should 90 if LOST my baby
How can | thank you, sir, enough2 o
| was 50 frightened. | was sure she
would run in The water and be drownei.
Mammals darling baby!" with another
kiss. II reckon You think this awful sill
y, doa't youi But you see haven't any
children and | must pet something. I've
had Tnxie ever since she was six weeks |
Did, and she's never slept awsy from me
one night. My little brother Bobby left |
he door open this afternoon and out she |
dipped. Oh, was SO frightened [ |
iidn't know what was doing. How can |
ever thank your" And with parting
smile she turned and went in doors.
Mr.. Seymour lighted a fresh Havana.
Two gentlemen were smoking near him. |
)ne, lean, tall, awkward man, with |
,een gray eyes and pointed nose. removed |
lis weed and asked him for light.
Far lookin' woman, amt she7r he |
emarked. ''knew her In Virginia. Aw-
ul talker. They say her tongues been