Goldsboro weekly argus. [volume] (Goldsboro, N.C.) 1885-1909, 1900-10-25


the wet cheeks Of both Come. come
Bertha darling. Call the baby what you
like, I don't mind. Everything you
suggest must be adorable"
but I want to call him what you
like" murmured Bertha tearfully. Il
w-want you to m-mind."
"Well, then, call him John"
John?" Mrs. Madison forgot her
tears, and started up in just indigna-
ton. "Can him John-that common
name. You must be mad"
well, what's good enough for me IS
! good enough for my son, isn't it?" said
John resentfully.
"As if I should call my. precious pet
by such an ugly, vulgar old name,
then" said the fond m appealing
to the cause of the cutlery.
"Owe-ow-ow,' screamed Madison
Junior in response.
Good heavens! this is Bedlam,"
shouted the head of the household, try
ing to make himself heard. Shut up
! that row, will you. you wretched little
atom. Do you-oh, my goodness.
Where's my hat?"
Eyes, you'd better co. said his wife,
with terrible calmness. 81 should think
you'd be ashamed to stay in the house
a Minute longer. There! there! my
sweet,"-this to the bowling infant.
Mother won't let the bad, bad man
hurt her darling. Sh! sh! sh!"
Madison Junior, thinking the fun had
gone far enough, suddenly stopped cry
ing, and began to get quite amiable
again, and peace once more restored,
Madison Senior endeavored to speak.
Bertha" he said.
Don't you address me, sir" snapped
his wife.
"Gurr-gur-r," said the baby deri-
sively.
"Now, look here, my dear, this has
gone quite far enough"
ct SHOULD think it has, sir" declared
his wife.
Ever since that little rascal put in
his there hasn't been a bit
Of peace in the house. I have to tread
about on tiptoe when he's asleep, and
when he's awak to turn myself in a
regular n~ursenaaid. You never have a
word for me. All your time is given up
to the baby, and I'm getting a bit sick
of it,"
Dear me- said his wife, not finding
anything else to say at the moment.
1.-THE fact is, you have been moped up
too much lately, and your nerves are
out of order" went on Madison Senior.
You want rousing up, a little interest
away from the child. Now, what do
! you say to a theatre, Bertha?"
What" exclaimed Bertha; land
leave my six-weeks-old baby for a
whole EVENING""
"Why not. Nobody with any sense
would run away with him. The little
rascal will benef as much as you by
the change"
"A nice, dutifu1 mother I should be-
said Bertha. scornfully. st shouldn't
think of it."
"Gurr-gurr-r,' purred Madison Ju-
Nor, in much enjoyment.
"We'I1 see about that" said John de-
terminedly, as he rang the bell.
"Your mistress is going out for the
evening"" said he to the nurse who
child and look well after him, as she is
naturally anxious about leaving him.
THAT I will, SIR" said the girl.
81 should like to know how you dare
interfere with my affairs" said his
wife, who was too well bred to speak
before her servants. Nothing will ever
make me leave this house tonight"
You won't come, them" said Mr.
Madison good-humoradly. ct though
we would go and dine at the Criterion
and hen drop in at the play like w
used to in the old days. Bertha"
TIN not coming sal Bertha slowly
yet with wistful eyes.
mo! Well, it's a pity. The onl.
thing I can do now is to get some othe
girl to take me. Some one without an.
home ties. I'm sick of going abou
alone"
Madison Senior moved towards tn
door, but as he sought the handle h
heard his name called very softly an
affectionately.
John!
Yes" said he, turning round.
(which do you think would loo
best DEAR" said a mild little voice; IN
new pink blouse or the blue velvet?"
you'd look an angel in either,
/ averred John de1ightedly, But I thin
I have a weakness for the blue"
John DEAR" said his wife an hou
: later, as they were seated in their cal
rage together; I'm sorry I was rud
to you about your name. I think it
the dearest in the world. And I don
want to talk any more about the bah
. tonight, but if he had any other nam
T but John I'd never love him half s
we'll"
E And tina was how Madison Junie
was dethroned.