The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1897-08-19

said Jack Vinton when he finally APP
reared in the darkiing cleaning, and
deposited the fan in her hand and the
baby on her lap. -
eyes, indeed, you blessed boy" re-
sponded the little woman, once more
all smiles and dimples. 'You have
been real friend in need and can now
go and make yourself look as fascinat-
ing as possible"
So it was with an approving con-
science, a decided inclination to pat
himself, metaphorically, on the back,
that the young man withdrew to dress
for the evening, when he was to fill tho
position of host in place of the absent
lord and master.
But he had scarcely Invested himself
of his coat and was still wrestling with
collar button, when his chamber door
was burst unceremoniously open and
he, too, like Nora, was swooped down
upon by pale, wild-eyed woman, who
in stern voice demanded: :
Jack Vinton, is this practical joke
you are trying to play on me? Where
is my Harold? How dare you bring me
back somebody else's child?"
''Somebody else's child?'' and it was
now Jacks turn to stare in stupid
amazement.
eyes, sir (sob); a miserable, spin
ding, little thing that never set eyes
on before (sob) instead of my great,
healthy, lovely boy" and with some
thing betwixt gasp and a scream
Mrs. Henley sank Imply on the lounge.
Jack felt half distracted. ''But,
Bertha, it can't be So" he cried. ""You
must be laboring under a delusion.
Anyway, how can you be sure when
babies are SO much alike? about like
flies, 1 should say" IL -
A gurgling "Oh-h-h!' from, the
PROSTATE form.
''Of course it's possible the kid might
have gotten snapped in that confound.
ed vestibule, only know the carriage
all right. Pink and white umbrella
fur rug. Picked 'em out straight as
a string. There, dear, don't get so
excited, for I am convinced YOU are
is not your Harold?"
A whitening glance was his reward
for this speech.
Gas if mother could be mistaken in
her own child! Jack, you're an idiot.
Besides this baby is-is-the other
kind.''
Jack wilted.. -E -.'. '+ys$:
Z tiF-@ !. GO.
Silverman & Co.'s store was closed
for the night. The long line of en-
ployes had filed out; the iron gates
were tightly shut and locked. But for
the second time that day two peramubu-
lators nearly collided in front of it's
portal. Both came to an abrupt stand
still.
''Too late!" groaned the propeller OF
one.
"Closed, by Jove!" came from the ri.
lot of the other. ..lr =
However shall live through this
night, sighed the former, and. at the
mournful tone, her companion III mis-
cry whirled around. An electric LIGHT
shone full on her face.
"Miss Allison!" ~. ~.
"Mr. Vinton!" %%5%%E
This is a knock-down surprise!"
1T is, indeed. What brings YOU here
and with-with- a questioning look
at the little carriage. y
you'll never guess, for-isn't it fun
ny?-l am hunting a lost baby"
You are? Why, so am T." Then
peering under the dainty rose-lined cano-
pies. 1T looks, too, as if we had both
found what we want. Suppose we ex-
change perambulators.'
And as they did so, they laughed in
joyful sympathy, while suddenly the
heart of each commenced to beat to a
new and sweet refrain.
"Oh, am so thankful sobbed Bes-
sic Allison, as she Rugged her wee niece
to her breast. "See, Mr.. Vinton. isn't
Margery the prettiest little flower of a
baby?"
LOVELY. And what do you think OF
my nephew, Harold p ,'@
"Oh, he is fine, noble-lookine bow. -
"Fair, believe; but girls are always
sweeter. So this young lady 1 have
been trundling about is called Mar
gerry taking her from Miss Allison and
dandling her awkwardly. s"Well, Mar
gerry, please ask your auntie if she re-
members those moonlight nights on the
City of Paris.''s . r. ~. = .g>}. g.
"Da, da, d." cooed Margery. y.,..r -
Which Miss Bessie seemed to under
stand, for she answered demurely.
Yes, baby; tell Harold's uncle do and
always shall, for it was the ,happiest
week of all my life E, &37s, f
And Margery gurgled, "Goo -o-o!','
F. ''Now, Bertha, I think deserve alb
solution" pleaded the young man, when
Master Harold was once more, safe and
very cross, in his mothers arms, ..for
I have not only found the heir of the
house of Henley, but secured substi-
tute for Mrs. Sherman. Miss Allison.
an old and dear friend of mine, and a
good whist player, HAS promised to
cometo-night if will go and fetch,her.
Isn't that returning good for all the
evil you have been heaping upon ME r.
Maybe was bit hard,'' $acknowl-
edged his sister, as she overwhelmed
her offspring with caresses. Being a
man, I didn't suppose you knew any
better than to follow that dangerous
nurse-maid custom Of leaving children
alone in the vestibules Of shons. IT feel