The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1895-06-28
HIS EArAL ERROR.
ArahelIa Was Late and Direful C0nss-
auences Ensued.

ATR6eua was Late ana D1FeAot C0DSO-
9uences Ensued.
She was visiting her married sister, and
young Mr.. Buncorne was extremely anx-
ious to win the golden opinion of this
sister and so obtain clean parlor for his
courtship. 1t was this desire which lured
him beyond his conversational depths and
proved the shipwreck Of his hopes.
ST suppose you are fond of babies, Mr..
Buncome?'' observed his hostess, who was
entertaining him while her sister was up
stairs putting on her hat.
"Oh-that is-extreme1y SO. They
they are 500 innocent-you know. +"
Indeed they are, Mr.. Buncome. You
are real child lover, can see. I want
you to see my baby before you go. I am
expecting it home at any moment now.
You see, was going to a reception last
night, and the dear little things godmoth-
ar volunteered to keep it for me-"
"Ah-ah, delighted, I'm sure" muir
INJURED the terrified young man. cav
that is, they-they seem almost like beings
from another world. IL scarcely dare to
touch one of them"
Dear baby will go to you at once, I am
sure, Mr.. Buncome. I never saw baby
less afraid of strangers and SO willing to
kiss them too
Drops of perspiration stood out on Mr..
Buncome's brow. II have slight cold to-
day, and I once read that one should never
kiss a child under such circumstances. /
have never done such a thing since then,
assure you"
''Ah, you are indeed rare child lover,
Mr.. Buncome. My baby is SO good, too,
and scarcely ever cries-in the daytime,
that is -
VERY nice indeed, I'm sure. Babies
are $3.50 different about that, you know.
Why, little friend in the next room at
the hotel kept me awake ~ hours last
night"
Perhaps the poor little thing was i'll,
Mr.. Buncome. Now, my baby is not at
all like others. What do you think of a
baby that is SO sensible it will not really
cry loudly for fear of disturbing othersf
Yet that is just what my baby does, though
I can never get my husband to aeknowl
edge it"
8Ah, perhaps he does not really appre-
ciate the little angel Now, if he had only
heard that little bowler last night he
would do so.''
81 shall tell him you said SO. What il
your hotel Mr. Buncome?'
1.-The Skyscraper, and only hope shall
not be obliged to move, as told the clerk,
to get away from that leather lunged in
FAINT
1.-The Skyscraperi Why, that was where
my baby was last night. Did you see it?''
IL tu1uk uOG. dIu dlfdlU IIldG MISE
Arabella and will be late for the matt
nee.''
"Oh, no; there is no hurry Arabella
never cares for the first act anyhow. Why,
here come the nurse with baby nowl You
shall see the little darling. Well, Nora,
how did baby get along without me last
night?"
"Oh, very well indeed, muml 1t didn't
be crying as much as usual. But some
nasty brute in the next room kept pound
ing on the wall and calling to US to stran-
gle the blessed angel if we couldn't quiet
it any other way. The clerk said he threat
ened to leave this morning if the baby
| didn't"
Mr.. Buncome turned ashy pale and won
dered if Arabella would arrive in season
to save his life.
81 am sure, Mr.. Buncome," observed
| his hostess, and there was blizzard in her
voice, ''I sure I hope that my baby did
not disturb you last night"
ooh, no; 1 am sure notl Such-such a
manly little fellow as he is''
''Manly, indeed John Henry Buncome,
! I'd have you to know that my baby is a
| girl, and she has more sense this blessed
minute than you will ever haver'
| And when Arabella at last came down
she found him alone with his melancholy
| thoughts. Chicago Times Herald.
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