The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1885-01-16
LOST AND FOUND.
How Mr.. Nicholson Took Care of
the Precious Baby.
CHATTER I.


bious attitude, with the study door half
open, and her eyes turning from the
quiet figure in the armchair by the
table to another open door in the pass
age behind her, through which she
could see a flood of sunshine, and in the
sunshine a cradle.
al don't feel quite easy" she said; Il
am so afraid she would cry and no one
hear her | wish had not let nurse go
OUT but all you have to do" coming
into the room and speaking impressive
ly 'all you have to do is to ring the
bell violently-violently remember for
cook. For Heavens sake, JOHN lean
ing on the table and stretching out a
pretty hand to attract her husbands at
tcntion, 'look up, or speak, or answer
me, or you will drive me madr'
''What is it all about, Agatha?" The
calm, placid, intelligent face opposite
was lifted gently, and the thin finger
was slipped onto the page to mark a
pause.
cit is baby, John, said Mrs. Nichol-
son, in q faltering voice, and with idle,
angry tears rolling down her cheeks.
Here have /, for the last ten minutes,
been begging and imploring of you to
remember baby; not to nurse her, l
wouldn trust you, but only to ring the
bell if she cries"
docs that stop her? 1t seems
simple enough. l think even l can do
that"
But Mrs. Nicholson shook her head,
still weeping
''You may laugh at me or sheer if
you like. If it were my own baby
would say nothing; | would bear it all;
but Emmy'sn'
With apatient sigh the gentleman at
the writing table pushed the book away
and lost his place. He looked at her in
bewildered way.
"What is it, Agatha? baby! o,
Emmy's baby, of course"
''And not one-half, one-hundredth
part, one-thousandth part, rs valuable
in your eyes broke in Agatha, with
impetuosity, cas- the smallest, the most
unknown, the most undiscovered star!
You need not tell me; l know it.
''Ot course, frowning gently, ''every
one knows that star, however small =
stars are not famous according to their
size, my dear-is of infinitely more
value than one hair of baby's head.
/ mean hastily " speaking entirely
from the scientific point of view; but as
you were saying you We're saying, were
you not''--a little doubtfully -'' some
thing about that unfortunate babe OF
Emmy
Mrs. Nicholson had dried her eyes,
and was confronting himsin all the. cool
splendor of her pretty summer dress,
and with all the calm determination of
awoinan who has made up her mind.
Eyes, l was, s." she said; ''only, once
for all, John, if you call it a babe l will
leave your house at once and never,
moves come back; and if you call it I'M
fortunate | shall take that hateful man
uscript with me and burn it at the
kitchen fire. If it were yours with
imprisoned irony-''it might, indeed
be described as unfortunate; but
Charles is the best of fathers, and he
has always been the best of husbands
Yes, yes, of course, my dear. Isaid
nothing against Charles; did not know
we were talking about him. We can
finish him up tonight, cheerfully. 81
that is all you had better 90 out now
while it is fine, p" turning his eyes to the
dazzling sunlight for an instant, anC
then back to his blotted page. ''You
can tell me about Charles, you know
when you come in. The best of hus
bands. l don't know much abou
them, fear, but l know little abou
the best of wives"
He rose and laid his hand on the long
slender, soft gray glove that was lean
ing with determination on his neat man
uScript The gray glove closed round
his hand gently and chung to him, al
most rs il it were 10th to leave the thin
worn fingers; but he patted it GENT,
and laid it aside, Mrs Nicholson CAV
faint sigh, but when she spoke again
she spoke with less determination anC
more pleading.
lit is not Charles, indeed it is not; /
is the baby. Nurse has gone out, and
have put her cradle in the morning room
by the window John, suddenly, 'ar
you listeningp What did say lastp'
The morning room, Agatha"
"Well with sigh of relief, II Sc
you are taking it in and forgetting thos
horrible stars; and how you can com
pare star to baby" parenthetically
sis past me-
81 am sure 1 never did," he said
gently.
''WeI, don't interrupt me, John, or
shall never get out. What was | say
ing? Oh, baby is in the morning room
and if she cries-makes one sound
you are to ring your bell--this bel
john for cook; do you understand?
Yes, believe so. / am to ring
bell-this bell for cook!'
''Oh, hope you will, ;" after a pause
Fancy" her eyes filing with tear
again, eff she cried, and no one hear
her! Oh John, you will not deceiv
me? You will try-and- ringP"
my dear, J" speaking with some dis
nifty, ''surely l am not utterly destitut
of common humanity or commo
sense. have interesting wor
here, pointing to the manuscript an
the books of reference heaped aroun
him; "but suppose, after all, al
human"
80, / hope so, think so, erie
Agatha, clasping her hands; 'only yo
might not hear her, that was all
meant
''Tben | think, = he said, with a GEL
tie sarcastic smile, ''that you may di
miss your fears; they are quite grounc
less
Very well, said Agatha, moving
hesitating way to the door. II Al
satisfied. ! am trying to be satisfied
don't forget
No" oAeevtuly' q wiz take lsi