The herald., 1898-06-26

"Oh, no, that is not the way 1 mean
That was just one of his little tricks. l
he should have the collie just give him
taste of soda mint said Julia.
"All right! Just the thing! Well SCI
him up!" calculated Maude, briskly, not ;
little to Julias bewilderment
| After repeating her injunctions in c
pleading voice, much as eve might advise
wolf-nurse, Julia Joined her patien'
spouse, and Baby Patterson was left un.
guarded in Bohemia.
Were in for sport, right enough" re.
marked Maude. ruefully. Her prediction
was true. In five minutes the neighbor-
hood was being treated to wild pibrocll
proceeding from toothless, oblong mouth.
The neighborhood, by the way, is re-
| spectacle, If nothing else. 1t hadn't ac-
cepted us yet, thank heaven. Often we saw
shapes at windows over the way when Tom
or Fitz or Brock or any of the men ran in.
| We had no visible means of support and
| Egad, it had strange look! Our Argus
| eyed neighbors knew nothing of the hor-
| rors of steady, plodding work we put in
every day in our respective work-rooms.
1t struck me that we might play the
| baby to advantage. A baby, when it isn't
| tue OtHeI tHiHS, 10 d VI TeSpeCtdDL-
ity. Yes, when Paul and Julia got back
we would pose them on the porch as "the
happy family"
Still, 1t was yet early in the afternoon
and felt that our fate as we'll as the baby's
hung in the balance. There was no knowing
what catastrophe was in store for US or for
him.
"If he Keeps on screaming like this, he'll,
choke" said Maude.
"Oh, if he should break a blood vessel!
Just see how purple and strained his face
is" shuddered.
Goodness! You don't think so really?"
asked Maude in alarm. 1.-THE little -.
Let's hush him up. Sing something. quick"
what shall I sing? l don't know any,
thing to sing. Oh, tell me something" 1
walled.
'well, not The Cats Run Away With the
Pudding Bag String" returned Maude
with tremulous sarcasm. Sing a lullaby"
So, walking up and down. 1 began the
family remembered lullaby of our nursery
days. o. wondrous power of music that
soothes the savage breast! In few mo-
ments quiet was restored. 1 was about to
sit down to brief respite when Maude re-
monstrated in a hoarse stage whisper,
Keep 1t up, keep it up. Don't you see he's
ready to tune up the minute you stop?"
1 looked at the puckering face In terror
and hastily resumed my journey. 1 kept UP
the performance until the yonker reluct-
antly succumbed to Morpheus.
My peregrinations had led from the front
street windows to the sitting room fireplace,
the length of two rooms. Once when I was
at the front window terminus three black
bonneted old ladies, hearing my grooming
-"Solomon Levi'-looked out of their re-
spective near eyes and then nudged one an
other. The baby gave an opportune cry
and the three black bonnets bobbed mys-
teriously as they vanished beyond our
hedge.
We laid the sleeper on the couch and re-
paired to the next room, where we con-
soled each other in gloomy accents Hap
pening to look out of the window we saw
Mr.. Croesus Burns. a tenderfoot making
his way up our walk.
Thunder" exclaimed Maude. Were In
fine trim for callers"
In our haste to pin up our hair and adjust
our clothes we forgot about the baby.
Young Burns had come to invite us to
join little party of his at the Dutton ranch.
He was "out west for a good time" He
thought the people out west could get in
more fun to the minute than any he had
ever met. Indeed. his conversation plainly
proved that he found the westerners a
trifie strange-not "off color but given to
unusual pursuits" You see he had fallen