The Wichita daily eagle., 1897-11-24
SlichtIy Mixed.
(Story from The Princess. In Two Parts)
PART II.

PART II.
"There. SIS, now, will you be good?"
said Jack Hardy, when he finally appear
ei in the darkling cleaning, and deposited
the little woman, once more all smiles and
dinples. 'You have been a real friend in
need, and can now go and make yourself
look as fascinating as possible"
But ne had scarcely d.vested himself Of
his coat and was still wrestling with
collar-button, when his chamber door was
burst unceremon:ousIy open, and he, too,
Ike Kathleen. was swoped down upon by
a pale, wiId-eyed woman, who, in stern
voice, demanded:
Jack Hardy is this a practical joke you
are trying to play on me? Where is my
Rupert? How dare you bring me back
somebody eIse's childr'
Somebody else's chiid?" and it was now
Jacks turn to stare in stupid arnazement.
Eyes. sir, (sob) a miserable, spindlinS,
little thing that / never set eyes on before
(sob) instead of my great, healthy. lovely
boy" and with something betwixt gasp
and a scream, Mrs. Robins sank Imply
on the lounge.
Jack felt half distracted. "But, Lucy, il
can't be so," ne cried. You must be Ia
boring under a delusion. Anyway, how
can you be sure when babies are SO much
alike? About Ike flies, 1 should say
A gurglin ''O-o-oI'' from the PROSTATE
form.
"Of course, it's possible the kid might
have gotten swapped in that confounded
vestibule, only 1 know the carriage all
right Pink and white llmbrella-fur rug.
Picked 'em oIt straight as string. There,
dear don't get so excited. for I am con-
WINGED you are wrong. Now, how do you
know this is not your Rupert?
A whitening glance was his reward for
this speech.
.'As if mother could be mistaken in her
own child, Jack, you are an idiot. Besides
this baby isis the other kind"
Jack wilted.
Masternan & CO.'S store was closed for
that night. The long line of employees had
filed out; the iron gates were tightly shut
and locked. But for the second time that
day two perambulators nearly collided In
front of its portal. Both came to an alb
rupt stanstll.
TOO Iater' groaned the propeller Of
one.
CLOSED, by Jove!' came from the pilot
of the other.
''How ever shall I live through this
night?" sighed the former, and at the
mournful tone, her companion in misery
whirled around. An eccentric light shone
full on her face.
Miss Atherstone.'
''Mr. Hardy
This is a surprise"
at is, indeed What brings you here,
and with-w!th-" a questioning look at
the little carriage.
You'll never guess, for-isn't it funny
L am hunting a lost'baby.''
ing under the dainty rose-lined canopies,
''It looks, too, as if we had both found
what we want. Suppose we exchange per-
ambulators."
And as they did so they laughed in joy
full sympathy, while suddenly the heart OF
each commenced to beat TO new and
sweet refrain.
20. 1 am so thankful" sobbed Florence
AtEerstone, as she Rugged her wee niece
to her breast. See, Mr.. Hardy, isn't Lily
the prettiest little flower of baby?''
Lovely. And what did you think of my
nephew, Repurt?'
80, he is fine, noble-lookng boy
Fair. 1 believe; but girls are always
sweeter. So this young lady I have been
trundling about is called Lily" taking her
from Miss Atherstone and dandling ner
awkwarily. We'll, Lily, please ask your
euntie If she remembers those moonlight
nights on the Bay of Naples?'
'Da, da, da'' cooed Lily.
Which Miss Florence seemed to under
stand, for she answered, demurely: Yes,
baby tell Rupert's uncle l do and always
shall, for it was the happiest week of all
my life.''
And Lily gurgled: "Goo-o-or
Now. Lucy, ! think l deserve absolu-
tion,' pleaded the young man, when Mas
ter Rupert was once more, safe and very
cross in his mothers arms, for I have
not only found the heir of the house of
Robins, but secured a substitute for Mrs
Dawson. Miss Atherstone, an old and dear
friend cf mine, and good whist player
has promised to come tonight if 1 will go
and fetch her. Isn't that returning good
for all the evil you have been heaping
upon me?"
Maybe I was a bit hard acknowledged |
his sister, as she overwhelmed her Off
spring with careses. Being man. !
didn't suppose you knew any better than |
to follow that dangerous hoasemaid Gus
tom of leaving children alone in the vesti- |
bule of shops. 1 feel, however, as though |
my hair must have turned white from |
fright, and all because of those dreadful |
mixed up perambulators." |
But as Jack sprang upstairs, three |
steps at a time, he murmured: