Madison times., 1885-06-27
COMBINING WITH 4 BABY.
A Chicago Bachelors RecoIIections Of
n Pleasant Scene.

"a Pleasant Scene.
Women may not have brain that can
grasp and comprehend at sight tie de-
tails of complex mechanism or the prob
lens of abs;ruse philosophy, but when 1t
comes to tossing out baby talk with
vim that makes zeal appear apathetic,
and in a manner that makes lightning
seem slow. she stands peerless and alone,
at the apex of the pinnacle. 1t may be
that she is not destined to become emil
nent in the counsclS of the nation, but in
go-as-you-plcasc baby-lalk trial of
speed abundan, capital can be found to
match he, against both houses of con-
gress, with the president himself thrown
in and, although she may never become |
famous for anything but beauty and
back talk, there is no dOdging that she
stands at the summit of possibility i'll
twittering to tOddler.
Man can occasionally do things that
shake the earth and stir w the British,
but when it comes 10 cOmmuning with a
baby, he strikes an impossible barrier
that he can neither climb over nor
crawl under, and until the younster
becomes familiar with ordinary vernacu-
lar, he is unable to find much pleasure
in It's company. But not so with awOp-
an. She will grab upa bunch of dly
goods that might be Dutch pillow or a
balloon sandbag, for all anybody i'll
breeches could tell from the looks there
of, and she will straishten it up, turn it
over, and poke around till she brings
, into daylight little patch of dimpled, (,
crimson-hued complexion, and then
look out for music that cannot be found
e elsewhere on earth.
: Let man try the same game, and
i what kind of music does he get? He
stirs up a species of melody that is never
~ encored with hand-clappings of gladness
" afterward. The demonstrations are OF
- the opposite character, and though hand
clappings are frequent, they are not
n prompted by a joyous heart. But wher
q woman is in charge of the orchestr;
II how different the result. From th'
n. manner in which she will immediatel.
es proceed to purse up her mouth as sool
W as she comes at the true inwardness q
+ that bundle, smack her lips and chirru
re to the mystery, and kiss the same all il
ne one breath, it looks as though destin
ne understood its business when it hustle
her out of one paradise to form another
d We don't know much about the splilt
ic- who people the bright hereafter and tn
ic. beautiful beyond; but if the angels d
at not stand on tiptoe and listen with
He new taste of glory whenever youn
ai mother talks baby talk to a bunch
clothes containing a small lump OF In
finite possibility, We would like to kno
it in time to shun their company, unle'
tic tie explanation is satisfactory. Whe
a woman is rolling out baby talk fast'
than fire can eat mp wealth, she is n
to longer of earth earthly, but being
sb light and love. For the moment yC
f,l forget that her ways are past finding on
and her whms many and div erse. IC
lse no longer remember that she may be
ra- times spunky cross-gIained and sna
ant p.sh. You cease to cherish rcscntmel
ON account of too much saleratus III II
'"' buscuit. or too little of gladsome NUT
u.s. ment in other things Incinerated
rasteless crisp.
the You hear nothing but the divine mel
DIV of love, and forget the maltreatme
an of language that carries the strain. u
Tor pause not to think that her words a
inc weak, bow-legged, and defOrmed. 1t
IL enough to know that they are strol
alone in that which makes cold cli
ols' divine. Love is the brightest jewel
in the crown of life, and in absolu
EN-. purity it is probably the hardest to S
ved ,,uester. But when you find 1t with
baby cooling in its arms in response
ulp grimaces that might scare horse
sed make COW hold up her milk. CO..
nto muning with a reckless yOlubility tn
ber defies all rules of speech, you can anch
hope to the immoveable rock OF c'
INK tainty that you have corner 1t
ess- last. purified from all trace OF seliishne
v of Nothing on earth is more incomprehe
ME sible to an able-body man than won
sive talking baby-talk, and nothing IS mt
err. fragrant with the buds that blossom
,ipg the heart and grow into fruit treasul
bey in paradise. Z. p. Brown, in ChIcs
din Leader.