Kingsbury County independent. (DeSmet, Kingsbury County, S.D.) 1894-1929, 1905-02-17
THE FIRST BATTLE.

(Copyright. 1905. by w. Il. Hearst.s

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ITO church, babykins. See motEsrs
pretty dress, dearia-"
M want Taty."
We'll, you can't have your Katy IN
til tomorrow. Doesn't baby want Kat,
to have a most beautiful timeg"
Most booful time" cooed the wee
girl TO herself, as she delved into !
work basket.
mo, no, Grille niustn't. Mothers
going to church now; she can't lei
baby have the basket. Here, take thu
nice dolly!"
NO." smiled the little imp: .'olc
dolly-baby want buttons"
ITO think that that poor girl takes
care OF that child every moment o.
the day for ten shillings a week! No
wonder she needed a rest" thought the
mother. There, there. play on the
floor with the buttons; but baby musv
put them all back In the bag"
Baby put back" assured her daugh.
ter.
Dear me! a quarter past ten. Why
do they have services at eleven? Anc
III takes fifteen minutes to reach that
church" She hastily finished her hair
and turned 10 put on a new gown. stop
ping a moment to watch her little one
The chubby mite was sQuatted on the
floor, heaping the buttons into high
piles, then throwing them down viii
.one fell swoop. whispering to herself:
BABY put back. Baby put back"
Mrs. Waring was struggling with hei
collar when the baby announced from
the doorway: Me donei''
All right, lovekins. Put the little
buttons back in the bag. dearie."
But h e baby only smiled. anc
swayed back n forth. Me done,
she repeated.
A suggestion of a struggle shot
through the mothers mind. What
should l do IL she wouldn't put them
back? And they say you must not lei
them conquer you the first time she
thought.
A look at the baby reassured her;
the little shapeless lips curved into q
smile. the blue eyes laughing at her
No, the child was only playing.
Come, dearie, mother hasn't time to
play now. See how they go in" and
Mrs. Waring clinked a few enticingly.
Baby was won. Giesfuliy she put
them all in. iingling them together,
then dumped them all out. deligftina
In the noise. Putting them back the
second time seemed to take away the
novelty. When half through she strug-
,gled onto her fat little legs and start
led to run from the room.
Her mother had been watching her
fondly while pulling on her gloves.
Come back, little daughter" she
said; here are more on the floor
Baby seed" Baby wasn't smiling
now; her lips We're determined. Baby
won't put back buttons. Baby done"
Mrs. Warning coaxed n wheedled,
ito no avail. Finally she carried the
child back and set her down beside
those awful buttons.
Baby musti."
Baby WON'T"
The mother tried again. She glanced
or tho taloc1x-L olax,an 4 |#IU II
Baby, you must put those buttons
back! You've made mother late for
church
Baby sat perfectly still.
Then you must go and sit In the
next room quite alone
But in spite of this awful threat
baby sat quite stiIl and looked calmly
at her mother.
Meta Warning braced herself and took
off her gloves. She gathered the baby
in her arms and carried her into the
next room. Baby kept as still as a
mouse; but when the doo was shut,
there issued a torrent of wailing and
weeping from the small prisoner. Mrs.
Waring glanced again at the clock
then she took off her a and wraps.
The baby was quite astonished Sit
ting in the empty room. Never before
had such walls failed to bring the
soft hearted mummy to the door. M
will be dood, me will be dood," she
sobbed. "Oh. let me QUIT let me oht!"
Very well, If you viii be good
The mother placed her beside the
buttons again. The child. still sob
bling, put them in by one. Each
button was dropped in slower than the
preceding one; finally, only four re-
manned. Baby tried to get up.
"All in" she wheedled.
BY now her mother had decided that
n iC Rtcr hoffla Vxa3t1f hn l.~. Url..
are -four more" she sternly said.
"All in" baby replied.
Her mother put her back In the
empty room. No sobs this time. Baby
had decided to win, tool At last the
silence overcame her. Baby pit up
buttons" she announced.
The o opened, and baby slowly
put in two more. BABY kick in oder
buttons" And baby started to per-
form. the difficult feat-for two fat legs
are not SO very steady when one is
not three and a half.
mo, baby will put them in with her
handi" \
Baby was becoming hysterical, and
ner motner was on the verge or tears
If the floor could only swallow those
two buttons.
Not" decided baby.
Back to the empty room she was car
ried, sobbing conyulsiyely. The time
seemed hours to the poor mother out
there with a bag and two buttons, and
baby did not ask TO come out.
will baby pick up the buttons If
mother opens the. door ow? ~ she asked
at last.
What if baby should say mop
Baby pit --up buttons, now,
gulped out h little sinner.
One button in. Baby was wailing
and drawing her breath in deer gasps.
That last button. Each eyed 1t. then
looked at the other. Baby reached out.
took it gingeriy between her fingers,
and dropped it into the bag.
Mothers precious lamb!g
Mrs. Waring was crying as hard as
baby. Baby, exhausted by her long
struggle, stretched out her arms. Her
mother picked her up, hugging her
tight.
'Wock baby" sobbed the little peni-
tent.
So the mother locked her, stroking
the feverish head. She crooned baby's
best loved lullaby, one which she had
composed in ambitious days, before the
precious charge had come to her.
Babys' tears were drying on her cheeks,
her heavy eyes were half closed.
Mrs. Waring laid her in her tiny
white bed and looked down on her.
What battles you will have to fight.
baby mime" she said, and tiptoed soft
~ away.
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