Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1898-11-19
! THE PRATT BABY|
ny Sidney Deyre.
hXTTHAT'S to be done with tn,
wv Pratt baby?"
ny Sidney Dayre.

stirring the small village. Answers
of various kinds were attempted.
"Mis' Peters says she'd be glad to"
"But she couldn't with her poor
health"
"NIis' Bates might"
"But she won't"
"Mis' Lanes got her hands full
Already"
"Mis' DR.. Miller hasn't thing to
prevent her doin' It,"
"Not a chick nor child"
"And plenty Of money"
But with all the cleverness displayed
In fitting duties for other people, the
Pratt baby remained hopeless, al
though kindly looked upon as sort of
village protege.
It's father had been run over and
killed a month after it's birth. The
mother took it hard and wilted out of
life, so that by the time the baby was
eight months old it looked out on a
world in which it was absolutely with
out possession, yet with eyes as bright
and blue and cheeks as fair and rosy
rs If it had been the child of an en-
press-pcrhaps more so.
For the present the baby was "stay-
ing on" in the family of Mrs. Garvey,
In whose house Mrs. Pratt had rented
small room. Mrs. Garvey had six
children of her own, but there was still
room in ii for another.
"a blessin' 'twould bring to anybody,
the sweet cratur', wild it's eyes laughin'
in and dancin' at We the day long. An
it's meself would niver let it out of the
house but for havin' nobody to stay
wild it when I'm out washin'"
During such absences Billy Garvey
was detailed as nurse, an arrangement
which suited the small boy well, for
he hated school and loved the baby.
II was his care day and night. Billy
knew no joy greater than lay in the
touch of it's clinging little hands and
fits merry laugh as he performed for
its amusement every antic known to
boys.
When the first snow came Billy
bundled the baby and took it out on his
sled. The baby and Billy both en-
ioyed this, though it had its draw
backs. If Billy rounded corner
swiftly, the baby rolled off; if he
started up suddenly the baby tipped
over backwards. Consideration of
these difficulties led to bright
thought on Billy's part. He nailed a
reap box on the sled. This he filled
with hay, and when he drew it out with
his blue-eyed charge no child of an
empress was ever lovelier or more
tenderly smiled on, no charioteer
prouder than Billy.
Tin op1 1o ba 4yuo ~ 4bpaa sb
streets he trotted one mild afternoon.
1t was market day, and number of
farmers were in from the country.
Billy varied his sport by hitching his
sled to the back of sleighs, mounted
on n narrow ledge in front of the
soap box. Quickly he sprang from one
vehicle to another as they came and
went, during which capers only the
tender Providence which guards the
helpless saved the baby's innocent life
from being trampled out.
The short winter afternoon was clos
ing in-too soon, for neither Billy nor
the baby were tired of the fun. Teams
were scarcer and after a ride behind
ahomeward-bound farmer, Billy quick
ly detached his sled and as quickly fas-
tened it to one going the other way
with prospect of another spin. But
disappointment waited, for just near
The edge of the village the sleigh
stopped.
The farmer stayed a long time, and
Billy grew tired. Nothing but the
prospect of this latest rush down the
hill would have kept him. He saw some
boys at play little way back on the
street and went to see what they were
doing.
And just in the unlucl1y moment his
attention was fully engaged Farmer
Crofts hurried out of the store and
jumped into his box sleigh. His
horses, with the sleigh, had been
turned diagonally toward the store !;
the baby in the soap box was just be-
yond range of his sight as he came.
And in the gathering twilight no one
chanced to see the precious morsel
of a craft sailing along after the big
sleigh, as the horses, tired Of standing,
sped, not up the hill as Billy had an
ticipated, but down another road
winding out of sight at once.
With one glance Billy had seen the
baby safe; with the next his scared
eyes saw only vacancy before the store
door. With wild cry he dashed to-
ward where he had left his treasure.
"My baby! Where's my baby?
Bring him back!"
But sleigh, soap box and baby had
melted completely into the shadows
Billy ran first up one road, then down
the other, at last, with heart full OF
despairing misery, carrying home his
sorry tale,
He could not tell to whose sleigh he
had tied the baby, could not tell in
which direction it had gone, did not
know how far it might go.
Farmer Crofts' horses stepped brisk
ly along in the early evening The in
creasing cold and steady motion made
the baby drowsy, and like a sensible