The Abilene reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1883-1888, 1888-03-15
dismissed Make haste, and don't wake the

dismissed. Make haste, and don't wake the
child.''
To the great disgust of the affectionate
uncle, the new nurse had not been able to
come in the carriage for the baby, and he
must have tete-d-tete drive with it Fortu-
nately, it was not far. While the man was
gone for the baby, he busted himself arrang-
! ing bed of shawls in the carriage, big
enough for the infants grandfather to re-
pose comfortably on ''There, Ihope she viii
| Sleep" he said, giving his work final pat.
The fOotman dashed into the waiting
room, cast hasty, comprehensive glance
about, and then gathered up the unconscious
Trotty as the only infant in the room. He
quietly withdrew him from the partially
| overhanging draperies of the snoring old
woman at his side, whom he took for the
nurse. Madonna mia, what a fright the
old girl will have when she finds the baby
gone! 1t serves her right, though; she
ought not TO go to sleep at her post, and
have no time for explanations.
Mrs. Roseleaf, on the bench opposite, con-
| tinued to sleep the sleep Of the just, and
Trotty was borne away.
ASLEEP, Carlino. That is lucky. Put her
| down gingerly, my boy, on these shawls.
All right. AUdIstin' and the counts carriage
| dashed forward.
Before the rattle of its wheels died away
| there began an animated scene in the wait
ing-room at Verona. Doris, her toilet ad-
justed, sought out the cozy nest where aba
had left her pet, but to her horror, the bird
was flown. Then arose tears and lamentations
which would have melted granite. Where
was he, her darling, her beauty She did
not care if the whole world knew lie was a
dog-only let some one return him, and he
should have any reward he asked for.
Somebody testified to having seen foot
man, in livery, come in and take away the
baby or dog, or whatever it was. "a case
of abduction, then, and more hopeless than
everr' walled Doris. The iuperturbable
Abruzzi nurse, with her baby sleeping
sweetly as angel, blinked stupidity at the
excited people around her, understanding
or caring nothing about their evident dis
tress. She only wondered vaguely why the
Signor Comte's carriage was so slow in
coming.
Presently Harold Lyman, with a face as
white as ghost, dashed into the room. He
carried lace handkerchief in his hand, and
went straight up to the weeping Doris, say
ing: MADAM, is this your property! be-
ieve it is, for noticed the same name on
your portmanteau in the train"
Eyes, it is mine. 1t was round my dar-
ling Trotty's neck. Is he still alivei Pray,
pray don't tell me he is deadr'
Every much alive, my dear young lady,
and am here to beg you to come and claim
him. He is quite too much for any of US to
manage Then turning to the nurse and
baby on whom his eyes had rested for a
moment with intense relief as he entered the
room, he said to the woman, with flashing
eyes, How dare you disObey me and 90
wandering off and losing yourself at the
most important moment? Your stupidity
has nearly been the death of US all. The
other nurse has gone into fits, and if she dies
her blood viii be on your souln'
''It was pin, Eccellenz," the woman re-
piled, unmoved.
Five minutes later, Mrs Roseleaf, Doris,
Mr.. Lyman and the real baby were packed
into carriage and We're spinning along to
the Palazzo to which Trotty had been con-
veyed.
Never in all her life will Doris forget the
aspect of things as she was ushered into the
presence Of her lost darling. 1t was a large,
airy room, like nursery. Trotty, consid-
erably recovered from his opium drowsi-
ness, stood on the floor in extreme 'eeyligc
barking furiOusly at dozen or more Of
frightened people, any one of whom would
rather grasp not Goals than touch him. His
cap was rakishly careened to one side, he
had torn his lace dress fore and aft, and his
shawl trailed sideways on the carpet.
''Santissima Madonna. that black imp
sent TO me instead of the dear contessina I
Anima mia! the witches are at work this
night.' groaned the nurse on her knees in a
corner, telling her beads with such fervor
that the rosary had snapped twice.
"You ought to have heard her shrieks
when she lifted up the veil and that one evil
eye blinked at her. It's the devil himself }
she yelled, and fiopped in faint on the
floor"
''Trotty, dear Trottyr" cried Doris, rash
ing forward.
Benignity and pleasure softened Trotty's
sinister eye; slowly his tattered draperies
swayed to and fro with the beatific wagging
ofhis tail. He started towards his mistress,
but tripped ignobly in his petticoat and rolled
] over. You darling, you shall not be a baby
| any moren' and she tore off the garments so
much the worse for wear, and allowed Trotty
to appear in the dignity of his own coat.
This interview very painful for all persons
concerned, save one, was ended as soon as
possible, and the Roseleafs were driven back
| 10 Tue SCdJlOu, JUorS 10 DCSln Unclr usual
pleading with the guards, to allow their dog
to accompany them.
| Before bidding them adieu, Mr.. Lyman
managed with considerable Ji,,esse to find out
where Mrs. Roseleaf and her daughter were
going to spend she next six weeks.
Oddly enough, he appeared, quite by chance
of course, at the same place fortnight later.
and somehow found it necessary and expe-
dent to go to the resort next selected by
! them.
1t so turned out that when Doris returned
in the autumn to the "Lombardia" she did
have handsome admirer to f1aunt in the
faces of the other girls.
''He is wonderfully devoted. When is
the wedding to be!'
I'm May, Mrs. Roseleaf told me- She is
heartbroken at the idea of losing Doris, but
it is the only way she can be rid of Trotty-
and this thought consoles her."-Rachel Ca
rcr, in Leslie's Weekly.
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