Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1894-12-21
nI.---Chb"F hs in 81. Augustine.


The next bT Is5A ov they were in Florida, in
the dear ST. taxi ,ilstine, sailing on the riv-
err; there Yt9f 1fine breeze. They sailed
swiftly pa6etsIb white sand cliffs of the
north sho4ed asdq white breakers of the har-
Dor bar, w. qhe lighthouse on their left
On theI INT they left behind the fort
the sea- 'entt u the towers and turrets of
those Wv ne castles in Spain, and the
barracEes Then, as they sailed through
the OF -Fcquntry, they talked or were ST.
lent az rTrynood took them.
CITY n twhere the birds fly home every
nightI dcehis fat island" said Merlin, for
he 10. land loved his Florida. "They
cast 2 ladow over the town like gray
whiGy~geYud, and they always fly over just
as i I'd cathedral bells ring for vespers.
So14iYaithful declare'
y Apwls always do the right thing, don't
TIL IT'D said Daphne, comfortably. "They
Slim. 4 the idea of watering-places, l sup
pber Iand set the fashion of going South in
" sFinter and North in the summer. l
AZ otot surprised to hear that they like to
En- dfe home at night. All bipeds do. You
yod eyourself, Merlin"
AZ Merlin looked down at her and smiled.
AZ, ! never get over the charm of it,'' he said,
Tor the surprise. You always seem a lit
4 He like a miracle. Each night when put
- he latch-key in the door, half fear that
q fYou have flown away"
4 "Silly boy!"
n "Saiing is next best to flying" said
Merlin to Daphne, after five minutes of ST.
lence This is a rafting good breeze "
They were sailing against the wind, and
the two belonged to that class of people
whom Swinburne distinguishes from
Green earth and her sons and her daughters"
as those who are
ELECT OF the sea-"
"After all, flying will be the next pleas
ure, don't you think?" asked Daphne.
Eyes, fying's in the air, so to speak :"
laughed Merlin. "But it won't come in
our day."
''Do you suppose the baby will ever
fly?
81 don't know, I'm sure. suppose he
must walk first. That seems an impossi-
BILE miracle, doesn't it, Daphne? l never
knew before what wee fragile things babies
were.'
"But my baby isn't fragile" Daphne as
'crted "Ele's big. Why, he's very fat.
| find him quite heavy, though he is only
Cwo months old"
"Oh, of course he's buster, prize baby,
and all that sort of thing, but l must con-
TESS, just to you, Daphne, that when saw
| nAAh hAoAf bhOuShb lOOhtu q ROOu utdl
like japanese curio, or a practical joke"
"a PRACTICABLE Merlin, you don't think
so now, do you? Why, he's perfectly
beautiful. He's the image of you.''
"You darling wife!" said her husband.
"If Champagne Charley, as this old skip
: per is called, would only look the other
5 way, I'd kiss you this minute. 1 love
i you"
!. Eyes, yes, l know you do. OF course
Z you do. But we're talking of something
!, more important. We're talking of the ba.
!; by. Don't you love the baby too9 Say
! you do.'
81 do, do"
= "And swear that you think he's the
most beautiful, and the most intelligent
e and the most Caucasian baby. Oh, the
idea of calling him Japaneser
"But L didn't, my dear. 1t was only a
joke. And, Daphne, you always used to
r take joke so well.''
: eyes, about anything else, but moi
K about" And the little wife's eyes filled
: with tears.
}. "Hello! So I've a rival in Buster? MY
, darling girl, I'll tell you secret. / adore
: the baby. The other morning when l saw
t him take his bath counted his dimples
J. every one of them. There win that
= satisfy you?'
e "You dear old Merlin! And how many
n had hep"
"How manyq Oh-er-ten. Yes, ]