New-York tribune., 1905-12-24
The Baby and the B Sur G1@T
Spend Christmas Eve Together
BY ED WIN L. S ABB IN

he added, presumably addressing Winfield 1. Cops
comm in" he mumbled. Wat would cops be
comm in for? Most of EN- got kids of their own
They know wat a baby's beller is.
It's wuss n a burglar-aarm!' growled the
other man Holy Moses, Bill! Leave the kid
cry then an get busy an lets skin out!'
"Wa-a-a-a-a a-a-a-a-ah!" lamented Winfield H.
"Wats he cryin' for, d you s'pose?' queried
Bill. Ask the gent, there
Il don't know" snapped Winfield l. shortly
"Frightened you, doubt"
Nav he amt scarf of me-" asserted Bill. why.
babies all take to reglcr. Where's the oil
woman"
My wife is at a Sunday-school Christmas-tree
entertainment" informed Winfield l.
Ny OF woman, she's out too responded Bill
cheerilv Down at the Salvation Army doin's.
But | left the baby with his brothers an sisters.
Say, YOU ought to have lot O kids. Then they
take care of each other. That's the dicker,'
"Wa-a-a-a-a a-a-a-ah!" lamentcd Winfield II.
Used to be set down to hum myself to watch the
baby while the OF out gabblin'," con-
tinued Bill affablv But that don't go now"
oh, come!" snarled his colleague, of the re-
volver This amt no Mothers Congress! Are
YOU goin' to get in your work, amt you? Ketch
me tryin' another job with a feller like you, Bill
"Wa-a-a-a-a a-a-a-a-ah!" lamcntcd Winfield II.
81 wisht you'd make that kid shut upl' retorted
the other ." / never heared such noisel"
You don't know nothin about babies anyhow,
asserted Bill with great scorn. You ought to
hearcd DaDeS Them S the DelcrerS 1Or you!
well, if I'd knOwed l was comm out with a
nurse-maid, I'd 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., writhing in agony OF spirit as
the wall of Winfield II. higher, unccasing.
"You stay jest where YOU be-" warned his guard
ian sticking the revolver muzzle against him.
Winfield l. collapsed and could only glare VIM
field II. showed symptoms of colapsing.
Amt there bureau?' asked Winfield l.
guardian of Bill, the still unseen.
Yes, there's bureau. Rather, chiffonier-
but it's all the same groaned Winfield |. :" In the
bottom drawer, under my fannels, you'll find
case of solid-silver spoons Take EN-. In the mid
die drawer in a back corner among some hand
kerchies is a set of gold studs and Cutf-buttons.
Take em. Ny wife was intending to give them to
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 1raSclbe
snort, get out and let me III to that young
ster!"
"Wa-a-a-a-a a-a-a-a-ah a-a-a-a-ah!" 1amented
Winfield IL,
You hear wat the gent says about that bottom
drawer, Bill"
An | hear the baby too" answered Bill.
Now at do you spose is the matter of him? It's
hungry, l bet you'll" he averred triumphant1y.
ASK the gent which is the natural or Ia
bottle?"
Our baby is being brought up on the bottle"
responded Winfield l. stiffly.
Here the bottle; where's the milk" asked Bill.
I'd bottle you, if | could do it without bein'
ugged for it," growled his colleague. Wat d you
think l come here for? To ten infant class?"
The baby fed at seven o'clock when he
put to bed we do not feed him again until mid
night" stated Winfield l. austerely.
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