Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1885-01-17

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1t had disturbed him, he remembered,
that loud, painful, jarring cry, but it had
died away; surely 1t had died into peace
[ without his interference Agatha" he
said, lifting up his face, sharpened with
/ the effect of thought, 81 do remember
something somebody crying; 1t must
have been the babe"
eyes" said Agatha eagerly, ego on
/ You heard her That Is right Cook
says you must have her here, she roared
/ so. Well, and then? You"
/ 81 can't remember, Agatha. L may
/ have gone on writing; that seems the
most likely, I think; but may have
! gone to the door. No shaking his head,
/ 81 can't get beyond the cry. do re-
member that now distinctly"
/ Perhaps" said Agatha hopefully,
through her tears, ''yOu have put her
/ somewhere In the library What have
you been doing or using this afternOon?"
Mr.. Nicholson followed humbly as she
swept in before him, and flung open the
! great curtains, so that the light rushed
IN on to his table streWed with plans and
manuscript Even then he spread out
his hands, almost uncOnsCiOusIy, to de-
! fend his precious papers from her light,
sCOrnful touch; but she stood in the cen
ter Of the room, looking into every cor
ner with her quick, soft eyes.
what have you used, JOhn-this
chair2 You have not been to the cup
board? No" peeping into a dark recess,
musty with papers. 'rWhat else?"
Nothing else, Agatha, here, except"
with a quick smile, ''the waste paper
basket, and that is empty. You can see
for yourself"
"Ah," said Agatha, .'here is cook" as a
heavy breathing became audible in the
passage: Cook" her voice trembling at
cfr of hos rnf
ter has not seen the baby-at least he
thinks not. He was very busy, but he
heard her cry, and he may have taken
her up, and forgotten. We are looking
for her"
(Which you won't never find her,
then" said the cook in a broken voice.
SIN my last place but one where 1 was
general cleaner in. Mrs. ALPS family,
there was a child disappeared, as it might
be this, and it was never fOund-gypsies
or not, it was never come across again. y
''Oh don't, COOkP' cried Agatha, plant
lively. "And Emmy coming this even
ing. Your master thinks he may have
put her somewhere and forgotten. He
remembers hearing her"
(Which he might said cook, mot be-
ing deaf. Which don't mean no disre-
spect, sir, but she was roaring awful, and
1 says to Mary, says L, 'Masteru never
know 'OW to quiet that child, so I'll run
up and bring her down a bit;' and I stops
to change my apron, and ups, as it
might be here, and the cradle, as 1t
might be there, and no sOnnd, and the
cradle as empty as it is this minute"
Cook. turned dramatically, and pointed
one stout arm to the little cradle in the
sunlight. Mrs NichOlsOn's fearful eyes
followed the hand, and her husband
| stood uneasily in the center of hegroup,
with an ANXIOUS frOWn upon his face.
(Which" added cook scOrnfully, 81
think a baby-and such a one, bless her
is of more Yally than all this rubbish
She waved her hand over the table, on
which lay the neat manuscript and the
rows of mended pens, and Mr.. Nicholson
moved instinctvely a step backward, as
if she had an evil eye and his writings
would shriVei at her scOrnful gesture.
"COok, said Mrs. Nicholson with dig
nifty, marred a little by the culver in her
voice, ''yOu don't understand. Your
master is very clever. and his writings
are of great value. OF course" with a
pleading look upward, "baby is our first
| thought Just now. There are no wild
/ beasts here, so she can not be eaten.
| But she has gone, and before Emmy
/ comes this evening she must be found"
"Of course she must" said her hus-
band, plucking up courage from her eX-
ceeding gentleness. eve will begin
Systematically, and 60 through every
room in the house"
So the search began, that ended an
| hour later, in the great hall, with three
! perplexed faces meeting each other at the
/ foot of the stairs, in a silence that Mrs.
/ Nicholson broke.
cts no use, John; I can not bear itany
| longer. She is lOstg
! She flung out her empty hands with a
/ despairing gesture, but her husband
/ caught and held them.
Don't give up, Agatha; it viii all come
| right. If search the world through 1
/ Will find her"
/ COR the body" said the cook.
/ Mrs. Nicholson shuddered.
! The minutes silence was broken by a
sound Of merry laughter and the tramp
/ ling of feet. For a minute Agatha raised
| her head, listening intently, and then
/ she dropped it with a sigh.
at is only the rectory boys, john"
she said; "they have been in the hay
/ field all day, and asked them to tea. i
! can't speak to them, 1 am too anxious"
| She would have moved away, but the
/ noise and laughter were IN the hall al
ready, and the boys were stumbling up
! toward her in the darkness, over the
/ rugs and skins. Something white was
/ being showed from one to the other,
/ and was pushed into AgaUnas arms at
last, and held there by a pair Of rough,
| sunburned hands.
"What is it? Oh, Jack, what is it?''
she cried, bending down and kissing, to
their owners great surprise, the boys
rough hands.
"Don't, I say said Jack, drawing
! them away with a curious, shamefaced
look. cts only the baby, Mrs. Nichol-
son She was crying in the cradle, so L
/ Just got into the room and bagged her.
/ ''She's been playing IN the hay; she
nearly got iabbed with a rake, but jim
got it instead. She's jolly little thing.
/ Did you miss her ?'
eyes. I thought she was lost" said
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