The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1882-01-14
THE BABY's EsOAPADE.
BY A. G. AND A. T.

have been seen half lying ON grassy
bank, in certain garden in the north
ern part of Germany. We all know that
appearances is deceitful;" but this
small white bundle certainly looked
nothing more nor less than a baby's pill
low good deal trimmed with lace and
embroidery, on which was tied with two
or three straps of scarlet ribbon, Ger
man fashion, something that looked very
like baby. 1t looked very like baby,
and it cried very like baby. | suppose
you would have called it baby.
1t was pretty little thing, whatever
you would have called it. The small
pink face shown forth from daintily
embroidered cap. 1t had two great eyes
as blue as pimpernels, pair of the
sweetest dimples in the world, and
perfect little rosebud of a mouth, that
could open into a full-blown rose at the
shortest notice, as you will see before
this story is done.
TWAS all alone in the garden. | do
not know whether the baby knew she
was all alone in the garden or not, but
she seemed very happy and contented.
She sat perfectly still, much engaged,
apparently, in watching some long will
low-branches that went swaying back
and forth in the lazy breeze.
"Cawi CdWi Cao" screamed
hoarse black crow overhead. There was
% 'whir-r-r' in the air, and down
swooped the crow, lighting now where
doyou think? Right on top of that baby.
shall always maintain that she be-
haved livery well under the circumstances.
She did not so much as open her lips
till the bold creature began pecking at
the scarlet ribbons. You can hardly
blame her for giving such a scream then
that the unwelcome visitor flew off in q
hurry.
A stork that happened to be passing
heard the commOtiOn,. and felt obliged
TO stop and see whatwas the matter. So
she flew down to the garden, and it was
not long before she too spied 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 straight down into
the pair of blue eyes.
Gravely the stork surveyed the baby,
and gravely the baby surveyed the stork.
Neither seemed to know quite what to
make of the situation, although soon it
began to dawn upon Madame Longlegs
that maybe 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:
Murray! this is lucky day for you,
Mother StorknH
Casting another glance at the baby,
who still did not offer to resent all this
familiarity on the part of stranger,
Mrs. Stork, like Master Crow, next con-
cluded to try a taste of those gay red
ribbons.
The pimpernels shut up in a twink
ling. The rosebud kept opening wider
and wider And alas! the harder the
baby cried this time, the more delighted
tllN NlHlNbl StNIltd w SloMs
"Ahem; it's real baby and no mis-
take" whispered the stork, dancing on
one leg in high glee and making roise
enough with her wings to have been o
dozen of her sisters and brothers.; thur
rayl hurray!"
The sound OF voices could now be
heard in the distance. If the children
only needn't have dawdled for once! If
the butterflies hadn't led them such a
chase through the hower-bedsl H--if--
if But then there would have been
no story to tell.
And as usual the children did dawdle.
They ran from one rosebush to another
in pursuit of yellow butterfly; they
held buttercups under their chins to see
whether they liked butter or not; they
stopped for peep at their silly little
faces in the clear waters of the foun-
tain, and meanwhile Mrs. Stork had
been making up her mind to great
things. She had snatched up the little
white bundle, and serenely sailed off
through the bright summer sky.
"My baby! my baby! why, that NICK
cd, wicked creatures got my baby!"
was the agonized cry that rose from
the garden.
If Mother Stork heard, she did not
heed. On she flew with her burden,
never resting once till she came to her
own home-nest on top of high barn
in q village ever so many miles away.
As for the three young storks, they
were very much iluttered indeed at the
sight of such an unexpected guest.
The first thing they did was to hop out
of the nest Us fast rs they could and
having arranged themselves gracefully
on one leg in Il semi-circle, they gazed
solemnly down at their mammals big
prize, while that delighted lady, wish
ing to show of all its beauties and nc
complishments, began pecking again at
the scarlet ribbons.
For the third time that day the baby
cried. She cried with such will that
the village-soxton forget to play his
usual hymn--a thing he had not done
in the course of sixty years.
Now you must know that they were
all very good pious people who lived
in the village. And ever since the
church had been built, as regularly as
two o'clock came round, come rain,
come shine, the sexton had climbed the
tower-stairs, and there on the little
balustrade had played hymn in Gods
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