Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1891-10-17

PASSENGER LIST"
can face tho coroner again with the
mystery of that mans identity I'M
solved"
'You shan't go near the horrid old
monster again, my sweet man," the
child cried, caressingly laying her hand
on her mothers shoulder. ''The disa-
greeable creature made you quite i'll
last Friday with his vulgar suspicious,
and I am sure there is no law which
can make you do unpleasant things if
you don't want to"
"Hush, dearl' the mother chided, ''he
did but his duty, though his manner
of performing it was unnecessarily
harsh-but, oh, Kate, look at that love-
1y child in the arms of the woman
among the Storage passengers. Sure
ly the little creature cannot belong to
her."
Kate gazed in the direction her
mother pointed, and an exclamation of
admiration burst ufrom her lips. A
stout, neat, healthy, Countrywide wom-
an of about thirty years of age stood
little apart from the rest holding in her
arms a two-year-old baby girl, whose
radiant beauty glowed the brighter for
it's humble surroundings.
Her golden curls were huttering in the
breeze, her round blue eyes were flash
ing with intelligent wonder on the an
mated scene, and her complexion was
soft as fairy's and tinted by the sea
breeze, bisqueGke in its exquisite del
icacy. No sculptor could have nodded
a chaster form Of health and innocence.
Mems eyes grew softer as they looked
at her. All, me! what wonderful in
fuence the beauty of childhood has
over US. The man whose nature is sat
urated in greed, whose God is gold,
whose ledger is his Bible, breaks his
idols and becomes human at the lisped
bidding of an infants prattle. Verify
these little ones, around whom fingers
the breath of angels, are sent on earth
to redeem our gross humanity.
Mrs. Evesham forgot her disappoint-
ment in her wondering admiration.
''Oh, nam DEAR" Kate cried, quite
carried away by the beauty of the vi
sion. 81 must go to her for just one
moment-may I?'
4 Before Mrs. Evesham could interpose
an objection, the impetuous girl had
flown from her mothers side and was
caressing the baby, who held out her
hand with charming confidence and was
quite willing to toddle off with her new
| found friend.
"You may take her if you like for a
moment, miss" the woman said, won
by Kates pleasing manner, "while I
see if my tickets and checks are all
right. All. it is hard task to come to
a strange country without friend to
| help one"
Kate led the baby across to her
mother.
''Oh, mamma" she cried, with en-
thusiasm, Ibid you ever see such a wee,
winsome darling?"
''She is beautiful child" Mrs. Eve
sham replied, 'but do you notice how
we'll she is dressed-quite out of charac-
ter with the woman, who does not look
like nurse, and certainly cannot be
her mother"
Eyes man, darling; but, having such
beautiful baby, perhaps she spends
all her money over it. I am sure
would"
"You do not understand, Kate, that it
needs taste as well as dollars to dress a
child like this
The much-criticised baby accepted
placidly these remarks on her personal
appearance, which she seemed to I'M
derstand, for she smoothed her dress
with her hands and burst into a merry
laugh of dissatisfaction.
Certainly Mrs. Evesham was right
No vulgar hand designed the little ones
costume.
She wore fine India muslin dres,
with robe front of Valenciennes inser
[ ton and deliberately trimmed with deer
lace of the same costly material He1
dress was cut low with short sleeves
and round her neck was hung a fine
pale coral necklace with gold mount
! ings. Short, white lace socks claspet
her rounded limbs; her tiny feet were
encased in cream-colored kid shoes, ant
her embroidered fannels and dainty
petticoats, as they peeped from be
meath her dress, were perfect specimen
of the seamstress' art. A cluster O
shining curls fell over her shoulders be
meath lace cap, and the soft, fluffy
bangs which surmounted her fair fore
head made the lovely little face be
meath almost ethereal in its swee
depression.
To be continued.