The Nevada picayune., 1885-02-12

her, You are earning your title to the best of husbands!
 He looked up in quiet perplexi. ty, "What is it, Agatha? What do you wanti l have nothing to give you"
 Oh, don't, John," she cried, i'm. patiently; "don't tease; l want ba. by"
 "wen,' the same perplexed look creeping over his face and soften ing it's sterness- s--"take her," stret ching oat his hand to ther era. dle in the sunlight.
 Agatha's eyes were turned on h,m fora moment with a look of contempt, before which he posi-. lively quailed. Then she swept over to the cradle, and tossed out the little pillow, and the sheets with their lace edges, and the pale. blue satin coverlet on to the floor in soft heap, And stood looking down OF the empty cradle as if she would conjure the pink face and flaxen head into their accustomed place.
 MT. Nichohon had followed her on tiptoe, and was stirring the soft ly shining heap on the floor with his patent leather shoes, as if he half imagined that she had tossed the baby out among.them
 "Well." said Agaths sharply.
 "Wen," he echoed feebly.
 "Do you mean to say" she said, putting aside her angry vehe- mence and speaking tearfully, with her gray eyes turned up to his-- "Oh, John, do you mean to say you have lost her."
 Inever touched her. he cried hastily; I never-' heard her, he would have added, btt again that faint memory-that dreamAstirren him. "Upon my honor, Agatha," " he said abruptly, leaning down in- to the cradle and poking at the mattress with his thin fingers. up. on my honor I can't remember"
 You can't remembtr,' said Aga tha with slow scorn. Why, John' she roared, cook heard her in the Kitchen. She came running up and found the cradle empty and baby gone. She thought you had taken her into the study; but, oh John, it was somebody else, and they have stolen her!'
 Ny dear,' he said' shaking him self together, and speaking more lightly, who would steal her; ba' by roaring as you sayr he shud dered. Why sarely no one in his senses would do such a thing!'
 'Emmy's baby! cried Agatha tearfully, and that's how you speak of Aef! Oh John, dear John think again; didn't you hear her Perhaps you have forgOtten-per- haps you have put her somewhere and she has gone to tleep. Si, down John, and thiEk-perhaps you have put her somewhere and forgottenr
 Mir. Nicholson sat down on the window sill and covered his face with his hands. He tried to think but whenever he concentrated his mind on the baby he was dinly conscious of that fading fancy tha, he could not grasp-that dream oi cry. 1t had disturbed him, he re, membered, that loud, painful, jar ring cry; but it had died away; surely it had died into peace with out his interference! Agatha he said, lifting up his lace, sharpened with the effect of thought, "I dc remember something-somebody crying, it must have been tho babe
 'Yes,' said Agatha eagerly, 'gt on! You heard her! That is right Cook says ycu must have hear, sht roared so. We'll, and theni You
 IT can't remember, Agatha. may haes gone on writing; tha seems the most likely, l think; bu may have gone to the door. No, shaking his head, l cant get be yOnd the cry. 1 do remember tha uOw distinctly
 'Perhaps,' said Agatha hopefully through her tears; 'yOu have pu her somewhere in the libraryi wha have you been dting or using thi' aitcrnOonP
 MT. Nicholson folio wed humbly