Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1892-09-08

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THE BABY THAT CRIED.
When Mary told me that we were to
have neighbors over across the ridge
I was pleased more than I had been
since she told me, two years before,
that she would be my wife. We had
been married year then, and all of
that time was spent in the dreary back
woods section, not far from Olden,
down in Howell county. I was inter-
ested in small fruit ranch down there
in southern Missouri, and on it was
making living and growing thin fig
uring on the brilliancy of the future.
All of that year was spent dreary
enough, goodness knows. Mary cook
ed our three meals day, and 1 came
home to eat them. In the evenings
we sat about the fire together. when it
was cool, or in the summer named the
consultations while out on the bit of q
cleared place just in front of the small
log house had built.
Our nearest neighbors were two
| miles away across q creek that was
unbridged and whose current was
deep and strong all spring and sum-
mer. There had been house across
the ridge about stone's-throw dis
tant tor some time-several years, I
suppose-but since we had moved here
it had remained unoccupied.
who are they, Mary?" I asked.
Il don't know. 1 only saw some
household stuff going over there to-
day, and I suppose somebody must be
going to live there"
The next day the neighbors came
There was tall. mild-looking man
of IS, young woman, and a baby.
The name was Bryant. That after
noon l came home earlier than usual,
and when Mary was ready we went
over to be neighborly with the new
corners. I learned from Bryant that
he had rented the piece of land that
joined mine half way between our
houses, and that he intended to look
after beforehand on it. Byrant was
from the north somewhere up i'm
Minnesota, l .think-and climate was
what he was after.
you'll find it mild enough here, "
said in our preliminary remarks.
I'VE seldom have very severe frost,
and snow is rarity"
Mrs. Bryant was a bright looking
young woman of rs, with large eyes
and brown hair. Her cheeks appeared
pinched a trife, and Mary and ]
wondered if she had not seen some
very serious trouble. Their baby had
the big eyes of its mother, and the
pinched cheeks too, we thought but
it was sweet-looking baby. Before
we left the little thing set up cry
that the mother could not quell with
trotting and baby talk. How the
youngster cried! It was too much for
my nerves, so that when we had re.
peated our welcomes in high pitched
voices Mary and went away.
After we cot home the baby kept ul
its doleful yells which came to us
clearly on the calm evening air. II
was two or three hours before quiet
came again, and then the light in the
window that we could see just across
the ridge went out.
In few days Bryant told me tha
his wife was not we'll and Mary wen
over to see her. The baoy was crying
when she got there and the young
mother had a PARKWAY look in her big
eyes. She could not look at Mary al
the two women sat there for every
time she tried to rest those eyes or
anything in particular they would fill
. with water. After a few moment!
Mrs. Bryant looked down at her fret
: full baby. The little thing was crying
! itself hoarse and tired. 1t was pitiful
but the mother said nothing. She only
murmured obi" and the tears cam'
with sob after sob. Mary comfortet
her as she could and the woman spoke
IL am not used to this life," sht
said; ''but Mr.. Bryant's health is 81
bad we had to leave the cold of Mime
sofa; but since we've been down here
where it's so warm, the baby's got bad
too, and"
There she stopped in another foot
of tears. MARY, like the woman sht
g is, cried a little with her. and whel
Bryant came home in the evening h,
found his wife and Mary and the bah,
all crying together.
Day after day we could hear tn,
yells of the Byrant infant. My mani
heart was not touched, for Mary hat
;, not told me the young mothers grief
l only wished that the youngstel
q would be in Halifax-any where bu
in the little house across the ridge
His yells came in through our .oper
windows and kept us awake, and al
day long as well, it seemed to me, hi
cries kept up.
Mary" I said one morning severa
weeks after the Bryants moved in a
our neighbors, Il am going over t,
see about that kid. If the Bryant
won't move we will
:. "But"-here Mary's voice falteret
as she thought of the mother pu
it of, " she went on. Anyway, tn