The Morristown gazette. [volume] (Morristown, Tenn.) 1867-1920, 1883-04-11

TO every citizen Of Morristown, ana
desire them to answer for them
selves ~ WVNj
THE BORROWED Easy
please ma am, I've come TO Dor
row the baby" i
The speaker was rosy-cheeked
girl who lived with the fanhN
across tie way. 10 was d regular
nuisance, this lending the baby all
the time. She did not seem to be-
long to us any more. / suppose
we were all little jealous, because
she really did dove these Hew PeR-
pie so. much, they to0k ~ rnneh
pains with her, teaching her little
cunning ways and prettyNayings =
and / must say tHev Wdfe most
iudfcious, never giving her sweet
things 10 make her sick, or 4ietung
her take coldASo, forfthe hqndrefttf
time. 4 rolled little DudaSupf and
kissed her good by, sent her off 70
act her part as a borrowed bab y.
When John came home to dinner
and found the baby gone again fIe
was Just as angry as could be
.sWhy can't they get a baby or
their own, and not always-be'-boF-.
rowing ours ?" he said Grossly.
They could go over to the asylum
and take their pick Of babies"
but hot ike ours, John" l said
quickly.
"WeIl, no, of course not; but |
don't propose to have strangers go
ing halves with our baby. Besides
I wont have them teaching that
child any more nonsense of the re
hgious sort, and they may as well
know it; when they bring her back
this time you may as well settle it
ND once for all. HH&W ERl
I forgot TO say that Job Ia and 4
were both free thinkers and did not
90 10 church or subscribe to any of
the religious beliefs to which we
had been educated in a brilliantly
intellectual school utterly devoid Of
the foolish superstitions of any re-
ligious faith, and we fntehded to
bring up our child in the same
severely moral atmosphere. 1t did
not once occur TO US that ours was
the ST ength Of youth and presump-
ton, or Ihat our ignorance could
pull down i'm day what knowledge
had been a thousand years building.
We felt that we were sufficient TO,
ourselves and our child. VVe
The baby came home She was
nearly three years old, but, after all
only a baby, and as l took her from
the girl said; 600.
1--WE won't be able to lend the
baby any more, Mary; her papa
and | both think it isn't a good
plan. and we cannot possibly do
without-her, the house is too lonely.
Tell your mistress so, with my com
pliments.
I'm sorry, ma'am,' said the girl,
because we all love little Dudu so
much. and she's real sweet, She
can sing Jesus loves me- all through,
aad not miss word, nv
Superstition ] exclaimed angri-
w." tell your mistress for me that /
do not wish my child to learn those
senseless hymns. l do rot Nbelievc,
in them, nor do l infe6d tIat she
shall"
a"N-o-t b-e-l-i-e-rte them, gasped
the girl. Why you'a:n t a heath
en-. ee you
Il dismissed Der CURLY, and when
JOIN. cane home told him of the
message N had sent.
HThat Is right, little woman l
guess we know enough to take care
ofthis little blossom, hey wee Willie
Winkie, don't we?"
Somehow Just then an old forgot-'
ten text dashed into INV mind . Ny
grace Is sufficient forathee, iuancf vs.
ran up and down the garnet of my
thought all the eveuingA When /
put Dudu to bed noticed that her
hands were hot and her eyes seem
ed heavy. There was lOtsot dip |
iberia in the place, but She had not
been exposed TO it in any possible
manner, our neighbors who borrow j
ed the baby being as afraid of It Jas
we were, for that was why no baby
was in their home. 4 y1sTH
o, that dreadful time. l cannot
recall il now the days hardly
more than day-of anguish The
awful suffering and the end, the
parched lips and the fever right
eyes-the awful realism of death,
and not one hope, one word of com
fort, only the cruel, dreary, unligh-
tened grave that yawned for cur
darling! az
Just at the last there was a mo- |
ment's peace. 1t was not on Hs tllat
her last look fell We turned to see
who or what she4saw, land there
stood our neighbor over the way,
whom she, at least, sweet darling,
had loved as herself, and thenLHha1
lifted the weary little bands, and a .
glad look Of recognition was IN the
wan face, and veal heard the last
broken. words as they fell awful
from the BABY lips:
sDesus loves me, dis / know"
Yes, they sung it at herF funeral,
or we buried her with no ~ eatHqfi'l
ties, and some good man aPi-efaced@
few consoling words with the
ext: any grace is sufficient for
hee," but o. the tender melody. of
he child voice that sung above her;
Jesus loves me. this know,
Fsrtke Bible tells me sof HTWE a 4
Little oncs 30 him bsluug.
We are weak. bat he a. strong
And when it was over, and only A
be- memory remained OF 40 much