Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1896-04-04
hev her fer minute; Iknewi II couldn't

hev her fer mtnutei kneWib coulunt
be fer always"
you've been drcamiu'," said Pete.
"Don't you hear the noise at the
door? Go and open it. It's our baby
come to give me good-by. Go and open
the door, Pete" But even as she spoke
she grasped his arm and held him back.
MARY, you shouldn't be prayin' fer
sech things; it want meant. You've
went to sleep; you've been dreamin'."
Lord, believe in the resurrection"
murmurcd the woman, reverently.
"Pete, don't you hear that?"
Its nothin' but the dog"
II prayed all night, and now you will
not even open the door. o Lord dear
Lord! do believe in the resurrection"
Decidedly there was a noise at the
door; something was pushing against
it. Pete Tyler, repeating that it was
"nothin' but the dog" advanced caM-
tionsly and turned the knob. "JeM
we amt a-gunno hev you in yer" ks
announced, cheerfully enough; and
then he uttered an exclamation, not OF
delight, but of astonishment and ter
ror; and a little white-robed figure
She stood there, gazing about her ap
though she did not see or understand.
The pretty yellow hair was all abouS
the fair little face.
Lord, believe in the resurrection
murmured Mrs. Tyler, huskily.
1t was the man who never prayed for
the impossible, who went up to the
child, and, catching hold of the little
damp robe with his shaking fingers,
drew her to him. MARY" he said,
brokenly, ''you asst the Lord to let you
kiss her. She's come back fer her kiss"
But somehow the strange terror van
ished with the sense of touch; flesh and
blood were under Pete Tyler's fingers.
He reached across to the lamp and
turned the wick as high as it would go.
"Yes, Mary, you must kiss her and hold
herin yer arms jest for little" he said;
then he scrutinized the diminutive em-
bodied spirit closely and then he burst
into nervous laugh. "Teck yer hands
away from yer eyes, Mary, and quit"
he ordered; Its Idly Wilson'S baby,
and she's wanderin' in her sleep"
At this moment Idy Wilson's baby
awolte, perceived the unfamiliar sur
roundings and commenced screaming
in thoroughly human manner.
"Git off them damp clothes and quiea
her." said Pete.
Half an hour later Idy Wilson's baby
was closing her big blue eyes right con-
tentedly as her small body grew moro
and more accustomed to the pitch and
fling of Mrs. Tyler's favorite rocker.
"Mebbe we kin keep her; mebbe IA
she was sent in place of the other one,"
said Pete, anxiously.
"Mebbe as we kin keep her? reckon
so," answered Mrs. Tyler, continuing
the rocking. Pete Tyler, wouldn't
give her up fer worlds; all the Wilson's
in the universe couldn't tear her from
me; not as they'd want to, dare knows.
To let the pore little mortal walk
around in her gown like that! Give her
back to them Wilson's, neverl"
Pete stood for a long time regarding
his wife and Idy's baby. The big blue
eyes that had been closing peacefully
opened to their widest and stared at
| him.
"Mebbe she'd like baby doll fer to
sing top he said, hesitatiagly.
A pair of woman's eyes looked up at
him softly. 'AIebbe as she would"
said Mrs. Tyler; ''go and git it fer her."
Louise r. Baker, in N. Y. Independent.