The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1884-09-24
A BAsrs ADVENTURE.
The CONSERVATION That Ensued Whom the
Heir OF the Household Was Missing.

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Heir OF the Household Was Missing.
Boston Beaconl
The CONSERVATION of household whore
the baby is monarch of all he surveys,
when that baby is missing at the waking
morning hour, can be imagined rather than
described. At least a family summering
at Long Island resort thinks no words
can paint the agony Of suspense 1t SUI
fered for about five minutes when it was
supposed the baby was lost, abducted OF
had elopedl 1t seems this infant was one
of those wakeful little beings who WON'T
stay asleep, and every art known to moth
erhood has to be employed to keep him
hold seek repose, and all is still for the
night When every one is in bed this
year-old monkey behaves with admirable
propriety until the first streak Of dawn,
when he Is sure to be up and doing, much
to his parents discomfort.
The other morning his mother walked tt
find the sun shining brightly through the
curtain, but not sound from the restless
occupant Of the crib beside her bed, which
was so agreeable she turned on the pillow
and slept again. Presently the servants
began TO stir about and then the nurse tap
ped at the door to take young master to bs
bathed and dressed, when 10, the nest was
empty! No baby with soft brown curls
was lying there, though, as his wicked
uncle said afterward, his bed had evident
lyi been slept in. For few seconds dis
may paralyzed the quickly assembled
family, brought from the various apart
ments by the cry of the terrified mother,
who in fash had searched "everywheren
for the missing child. He had been sto
len, he was dead, he had fallen
into the cistern, he had Oh
where was the lost heir, who could
only just walk about, and who knew nc
guile beyond sticking his only ;tooth in
hard green applet While each nook and
corner, and every closet and bureau.
drawer was being opened and looked into,
the man-servant was seen running from
the stable carrying white bundle, with
brown head and two pink legs kicking fu-
riously, in his arms. There was rush to
the piazza and O chorus of calculations,
and then Master Baby was embraced by
as many arms as could got him all at
once. And where had he beeni No one
will ever know exactly where he had been,
for he can't tell, and perhaps IL he could
be wouldn't; but one thing is certain, he
had managed to get out Of his crib, and
then out Of the window leading to the
piazza, and from thence to the stable
door, where stood great basket
of hay that he had played in the after.
noon before. IL was in this exposed but
fragrant couch, the man had found him,
like little Boy Blue, fast asleep in the
bright, dewy morning, when he went to
take care of his horses. At first the poor
fellowsthought he was dreaming or going
mad, and then he sensiblY picked up the
child and rushed to the house for an ex.
planation. The only explanation to this
strange escapade is that Baby must be
somnambulist, and that he left his soft lit
tie bed to play in the hay while asleep;
but why he did not come to grief in a big
watering trough or wander down by the
beach are some of the painful cpnjectures
which haunt his willing slaves, and make
them afraid to close an eye save by turns.