New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1897-12-05
SOLVING THE DIFFICULTY.
ANY children" nucried Rose. gently.

One" he admitted: and his detected tone
seemed to imply that that enc was an unsatis-
factory possession--not quite right in its head,
perhaps. or dis:lgured with n harelip 1--WE
had only been married year, you know. She
died when il was born"
"Ah-h!' brcathed Rose. with soft intensity.
She did not like to say more; and the womanly
pity yelling out to him in his misfortune was
sufficiently expressed. Having consumed the
after dinner cigarette in Iulged in at her urgent
bidding. he was at liberty TO respond to II; they
cxhaled their signs together. 1t was in fact.
q particularly sympathetic night-mild. STILL
solitary. with beautiful moon. They sat out
IN it alone. tete-a-tdte on hammock chairs. free
10 sit thus iii bedtime, while their host and
hostess her uncle and aunt. dozed over news
paper and knitting in the drawing room behind
them: the world forgetting. by the world forgot.
son daughter" Miss Lascelles asked.
after pause. not willing to break the thread
Of such exquisite subject
"A boy" said Mr.. Fell. still with that
fatherly air OF discomfort. Sometimes ! wish
ii was girl. She could look after me by and
by; could have her trained to be my house
keeper and sew my buttons on--that sort of
thing you know"
You would have to wait a long time said
Rose. Judging by by your looks" she turned
admirng eyes upon his very comely person. 1T
must be a perfect infant al present
quite an infant: that is-let me see fourteen
months and little over. Yes. It will be fifteen
months on Thursday since he born. And
lost his mother two days after"
poor, poor little thing" calculated Rose.
"Oh," laughed the young man, in odd
mirthless way. you needn't waste any pity on
him. Miss Lascccs; he's all right. Rolls in fat
never allied a thing in his fe-mgh, take tho
prize in baby show. SO they tell me.
haven't seen him myself for a good while"
You havcnt?' cried Rose. smilingly indig-
nant. We'll. You are nice sort Of parent
l must say Don't you have him with YOU at
home. them
Il haven't go, a home. I gave /, w when my
poor girl died. What's the use 81 "A home 10
me? should never be there; my business takes
NE all over The country. and you can't leave a
house and n young child 10 servants The little
time that did try to carry on by myself they
played the deuce with everything. child and all
one woman started feeding II with thick ar
rowroot. Shed have killed IT, to certainty"
yes, indeed The idea. But It's incredible
what some fools Of women will DO In the way
Of mismanaging baby. used to sec a great
deal Of that when ] was district visitor"
"A mother OF half a Dozen too" said Mr. Bell
rcfiectively lighting another cigarette. while
a girl who'd never had any took to the job
like duck to water-knew Just what to do and
how to do it. will say that for her"
THE instinct IL I'm us ALL" remarked Miss La
scelles. dreamily. to the man in the MOON who
seemed to survey the couple with his tongue In
his check "Or II not, II ought to be. I'm sure
could give many mother points, as you call
it,"
I've no doubt you could. heard somebody
say, the other day. that mothers are born, not
made. Very true. too. You sec 1t in the little
girls nursing their dolls. don't think anything
OF a shc-chd that doesn't want a doll
as II can speak"
Il always loved Them" declared Rose.
lie leaned forward to look at "A spiders web
that the silver light had Just touched making
1t shine out from its background Of dark leaves
and vcranda post: and there was danger Of
rupture to the delicate thread Of the topic that
was weaving charming conversation
Wherefore the young lady fastened to inquire
what had become OF his little
Il suppose" she said, che is with his mothers
reoplc?'
Slowly resuminG his attitude Of reposc. Mr..
Bell pulled awhile in silence. then answered:
moo, not exactly With friend Of his
mothers, not her family. Unfortunately. her
family Is In England: so is mine. Neither Of US
had soul here belonging 10 us That was just
the difficulty"
at must have b. zen great difficulty muir
INJURED Rose IN a feeling tone.
II believe YOU" assentcd Mr.. Bell, with en-
phasis. "In fact, II put me into the most ride
uOus hole. the most COMPOUNDED fx-One that
j can't for the life Of me see my way out Of-One
that. However, ] mustn't talk about II TO
you It's not a thing that ought to be talked
ahout tn anVDOdy"