The Arizona sentinel., 1888-03-17
SHE DREAMED IT.
Mrs. Cabot's First Absence from
 Her Baby.


 Another one-the Biggest one on the plate, medestly observes MT. Cabot; and his wife obediently places the largest and roundest trumpet be- fore him.
 ''These are really very nice-almost as good as if my mother had made them," continues the gentleman, with a twinkle in his eye.
 Mrs. Cabot rises to the bait imme- diately, for this is an old, familiar grievance.
 'I think" she replies, 'that your mother is the very worst cook I ever had the misfortune to meet" Your candor is only equaled by your superior judgment my dear" says ME Cabot, with pretended dig nifty, which can not impose upon his wife, and as they both break into laughter she seizes an orange from Gish of the golden fruit and aims it at his head. He catches it with the skill of a base ballist, losses kiss in return with his fingers across the table, and proceeds to remove the rind and eat the juicy pulp. Itneed not be remarked that the Cabots are a very young couple.
 Aren't you almost through break fast?" asks Ms. Cabot; ''you have sat here nearly an hour, md don't see any signs of cess sation. '
 T am lingering over tnIs pleasant repast," sol mnly, "because it will be long before , ornament your table with my presence again. y
 What d. you mean?''
 ''Got to go to New York tonight on biz" briskly.
 70. dear! for how long this time?" disconsolately.
 1t may be four years, and it may be forever" chanted to the air of Kath- Teen Mavourneen.
 How silly you are!'
 Perhaps shall take you, if you are good girl.'
 70! Ol-and the babyP" delight edly.
 70 hang the babyr'
 'John Sebastian Cabot!!!"
 'I only meant" elaboratelv ex- plaining. ''that you could hang him carefully up on peg in your cedar closet, so that he would be nice and warm. and comfortably out of the way until you come back. Or-or-" insinuatingly, you might get my mother to come and take care of him."
 ''Yes, l guess so.' scornfully. "And find him full of paregoric and catnip tea when l got back. No. sir! But if your Sister will stay here with him and the nurse and never let him out of her sight for one single minute, why, I-rll think of iti''
 Well. if I don't get 10 the office earlier than this, my boss will give me the great American bounce" says Mr. Cabot. and rising. he leisure ly seeks the hall. His outer coat is donned, his hat given the very latest lip, his mustache receives the cor rect twist, and he walks down the front steps, unfolding the morning paper as be goes. A thought strikes him, however, and he looks back to see his wife at the open door, dis unctly pouting.
 What's the matter Gladys?" ''You forgot something" the pout widening to a smile.
 ''Eh? Oh!" and he returns. takes her in his arms and kisses each soft 1 check. Virtue is its own ana only re- ward in this case. for Gladys ungrate- fpily remarks, as she twists away from him:s How your old mustache 1 Scratches my face!'
 "A kiss without a mustache is like an egg without salt" quotes he. and departs.
 They are handsome young couple l nS they promenade the deck of the New York boat John presents 10 Gladys, with undisgGished satisfaction, several | gentlemen of his acquaintance whom he happens to meet, and the little lady l rather f1irts with one of them, Captain c. chrane by name, blonde by nature. and endowed by his fairy godmother with the gift of gab.
 No, Mrs. Cabot" he says later in the evening-John had disappeared, being last seen with an unlighted | C; gar in his hand. leaving Gladys to the enjoyment of the moonlight the salt breeze. and Captain COchrane's society-'I could love but once, should love at all. but all! when l m aet my ideal. I find her bound by | chains which I fear can not be broken"
 Goodness! how did ] get in as deep as thisPH reaeets Gladys, but ]