Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1882-11-26

Mrs. Nesbit was here to-day and
she thinks the baby is beautiful, and
looks so like you"
No answer.
"Baby walked from. the bureau to the
bed, too" persevered Mrs. Oakly. "I
happened to look away, and I heard O
little crow, and there she was on her
feet. holding out her little fat hands to
balance herself"
Silence still.
With a sigh Mrs. Oakly laid down her
work, and took up a book. She had
read about ten pages; and by the aid of
Its kindly magic was fast forgetting her
real trouble in the imaginary ones of
the heroine, when Mr.. Oakly at length
opened his oracular jaws.
adelaide, as I have so short a time
to spend In your company each day, I
should think that, for that time at least.
you might refrain from reading. A man.
when he comes home tired and tagged
out likes his wife to have something to
say. shouldn't think it would be such
a great sacrifice, since you have nothing
else to do all day."
Mrs. Oakly's aching brow told some
what-different story; but she answered,
meekly:
You were reading the paper, and"
For how long?' he interrupted.
sharply. "Ten minutes, at the most.
But you are glad of any excuse; aud
since you show 80 little regard for nv
feelings, [ suppose must command YOU
to put that book down y
The last straw broke the cancels
back. This last piece of petty injus-
tee proved too much for the aggrieved
wife, and tears closed the evening.
Morning woke ler to an underlined
sense of hopeless wrong and unkind-
ness.
But then he was so tired last night"
she pleaded with herself, as she stepped
quietly around in her trim morning
wrapper. &c He will be Differentiated
to-day"
A peevish cry called her to the side of
the crib. Baby lay tossing there with
flushed cheeks and half-opened eyes.
She bent anxiOusly over it.
Adelaide !" called Mr.. Oakly, sharp
", "where are my boots, and my vest,
and my crayat? Qnick, will yol.!
shall miss the train through your negli
gence!"
The patient wife hurried to find the
missing articles.
The wailing in the crib went on.
"What on earth ais that child 81
asked the father, ut last. "Why don't
you stop it ?"
{" can't, Fred. lam afraid she's sick.
She's cutting teeth; and these two
nights she has been so restless and fever
ish that I lave had scarcely any rest. 7
think we had better have the doctor.
Ny remedies don't seem to help her."
The doctor stuff Have him for
what, wonder? To run up bill for
me to pay? You are always in Mysteries
about that child. If you were asensible
woman, you would doctor it yourself, as
other people do"
But L have, Fred, and she gets
worse all the time. Her head is like
fire; and l really think I had better
81 forbid it p interrupted her hus
band, apgrily. "I won indulge you in
such absurdities. The child is well
enough, 1 tell you"
Mrs. Oaklv said no more but. when
her amiable spouse had at length taken
himself of, she seated herself by the
window, with her baby in her lap. The
child moaned as it lay back in her arms,
looking at her with dull, unnoticing
eyes, and perpetually throwing it's little
head from side to side.
Over and over again the mother re-
capitulaied to herself her simple list
of remedies. She had tried them all.
Who knew if she had not injured, in the
place of bsneiting, her child? Who
could say If she was not worse now? p
dying, perhaps !-and she was forbidden
to cali In the doctor. One word might
save her that long agony of suspense
and doubt, but she must not hear that
word. Scalding tears fell fast on the lit
tie, unconscious face in her arms, inter-
rupted by the roll Of wheels at the door,
aud the unceremonious entrance Of her
sister-in law, Grace Oakly-a self-pos-
sessed, sharp.eyed girl of % or "a.
81 thought I would drive out and see
how you are getting along" was her
salutation. ssAs it's such horrid day
l really could do nothing else. How do
you like it? You look quite decent
with patronizing glance around her
"better than should have thought.
But you will be lonely enough while
Fred's away, won't you?"
Erred away What do you mean 2"
asked Mrs. Oakly. rousing herself, 81
have heard nothing of it."
"You mean to tell me that you didn't
know about Fred's going to Cincinnati
Oh Monday? He's going on business
for father, and will be away three weeks.
Why, how you look! I really believe
you didn't know it. That's specimen
Of the unity of man and wife, I suppose.
Talk about their being one, indeed I
should think they were two, and far
apart at that"
Mrs. Oakly made no answer but
deep flush glowed on her pale face, as
she bent lower over her baby.
How is the child ?" asked Grace. for
the first time recognizing its existence.
Fred was in this morning and told us
you were in Mysteries about it again.
Do stop grading it so. Put it down on
the floor and let it kick around''-at-
tempting with no gentle hand to put her
words into practice. Thcre'tpon, as the
frightened infant began scream
You've made it cry, holding It so tight
w. Well oood-by never STOW