St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1892-12-25

OF course, he rolled off while he turned
to look at pretty young woman who
entered majestically bearing in her
arms bundle which she sat on, and in
another seat. while the country man,
every hair Oh his shaggy coat q uiyering
with dread for fear this train would
take him off to goodness know where,
said good bye to the pretty woman and
rushed out to be we'll out of danger.
Then from the bundle emerged a rosy
little face crowned with such halo of
golden curls ami lit by two blue eyes
that had not yet lost that look of heaven
all young children have, little bud of
mouth smiling and dewy, two plump
little hands. one of whose dimpled
fingers she placed between her lips as
she took Ieisurely survey Of this new,
strange world of insensate people in
which she found herself. The shadows
outside the car windows attracted her
gaze. ''Pitty baby" she said. pointing
TO her double through the glass, ''P itty
baby" no one noticed her attempt at
conversations: pity baby, nice baby,
baby dwoll dirl," still no response from
the audience. Her little face grew
grave for moment as she looked about
the car. missing, no doubt, the chorus
OF admiring voices that usually greeted
her utterances; but only for moment.
She would go and see what manner of
mortals these were that refused allegi-
ance to her sway. Away she
sped to the seat of the big
gest, grutfest looking man in
the car. "How do" she said, laying
her little rose leaf OF hand on the big
mans knee. He looked at her mo-
ment as the ogre might have looked at
Hop o. My Thumb, then with a smile
that softened his bearded face INTO pos
tive beauty, he took the little hand in
his. "WeIl, you are small little kid"
he said. lifting Miss Baby into The seat
by his side. Sne got onto her feet in 4
twinkle. laid her head against his
shoulder and said Mammals baby"
The giant looked at her, his smile
growing deeper, while with little
twist she freed her hand to stroke his
face. and. fitting her head little, she
looked him full in the face. "Papa's
baby" was the remark this time. while
an admiring circle watched the little
play. "Pll bet you are. you blessed
lamb" the big man SAID. with a queer
little break in his voice. Down she got.
that rebel was conquered; to the next
she would go, and 90 she did from seat
to seat, till not one but owned her low
ing sway. Back now to the shelter of
mammals arms she came, baby
OWN k" was the next command; her
willing subjects looked at each other in
dismay.
There was no cup to the water can, so
what could the most willing do? "Baby
dwInk; poor baby dwink," she walled
again, her blue eyes filling with tears,
while her little red lips trembied por-
tentiously. Gripsacks were opened.
baskets searched, but no cup. Then
the big man started for the forward Car.
only to meet the conductor coming with
the drink her ladyship desired. Mime
apOlis was reached, the lights of st.
Paul rose to view, the train rolled into
the depot. The pretty mother walked
out of the car unemcumbered with bag
or baby. followed by train of seryitUs.
the green conductor in the lead with
Miss Baby Rugged Gloss in his arms.
But /, lone, lone woman, gathered up
my belongings and got out the best |
could, recalling the old-time prophecy,
and also the season. praying, with Tiny
Tim: God bless us every one, this
blessed Christmas time"
AUNT POLLY.