Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-12-24


comm in,' he mumbled. Wat would cops be
comm in for? Most of EN- got kids of their own
They know wat baby's heller is
It's n a burglar alarm!' growled the
other Holy Moses, Bill Leave the kid
cry then an get busy an let's skin out'
"Wa-a-a-a-a a-a-a-a-ahl 1amented Winfield IL
Watts he cryin' for, d you s'pose?" queried
Bill. Ask the gent, there"
Il don't know snapped Winfield l. shortly.
Frightened at you, no doubt
Nav, he amt scarf of me- asserted Bill. "Why,
babies all take to me reg1er. Where's the OF
woman?"
my wife is at a Sunday Christmas-tree
entertainment" informed Winfield L
Ny oil woman, she's out too responded Bill
cheerily. Down at the Salvation Army doin's.
But left the baby with his brothers an sisters.
Say, you ought to have a lot O. kids. Then they
take care of each other That's the dicker."
"Wa-a-a-a-a a-a-a-ah!" lamented Winfield II.
Used to be set down to hum myself to watch the
baby while the Of out gabblin con-
tinued Bill affably But that don't go now"
oh, come" snarled his colleague, of the re-
vo1ver. This amt no Mothers Congress Are
you goin to get in your work, or amt you? Ketch
me tryin another job with Teller like you, B!'
"Wa-a-a-a-a a-a-a-a-ah!" 1anented Winfield II.
wisht you'd make that kid shut up!" retorted
the other " | never heared such noisel"
You don't know nothn about babies anyhow"
asserted Bill with great scorn You ought to
Well, if I'd knowed l was comm out with a
nurse-naid, I'd j come alone" growled the other
Are you goin' through things in there or amt
your
Yes, for goodness sake do your job and clear
out so that | can get in and quiet that child
besought Winfield L. wrthing in agony of spirit as
the wall of Winfield II. rose higher unceasing
You stay jest where you bel" warned his guard
ian, sticking the revolver muzzle against him.
Winfield |. collapsed and could only glare Win
field II. showed symptoms of colapsing.
Amt there a bureau?" asked Winfield Is
guardian of Bill the still unseen
Eyes, there's bureau. Rather, a chiffonier-
but it's all the same, groaned Winfield l. q" In the
bottom drawer, under my fannels, you'll find
case OF soid-silver spoons. Take EN-. In the mid
die drawer, in back corner among some hand
kerchefs is a set of gold studs and cuffb buttons.
Take EN- My wife intending to give thensto
me on Christmas. But take 'em. There ought to be
a silver mug in the same drawer. Take it, too 1t
for the baby from his uncle But take it. Take
whatever you want-take the whole blamed bureau
only, and here his voice swelled to an irascble
snort, get out, and let me in to that young
ster!''
"Wa-a-a-a-a a-a-a-a-ah a-a-a-a-ah!" 1amented
Winfield H.
you hear wat the gent says about that bottom
drawer Bill"
An | hear the baby too answered Bill
Now W at do you spose is the matter of him? It's
hungry, l bet you'll" he avcrred trumphantly
Ask the gent which is the menoo-natural or la
bottle?''
Our baby is being brought up on the bottle"
responded Winfield l. stiff1y.
Here's the bottle; where's the milk? asked Bill
I'D bottle you, if l could do it without bein'
jagged for It'll! growled his colleague. "W at d you
think l come here for? To ten infant class?"
The baby was fed at seven o'clock when he was