The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1905-01-21

Williamson's sleeping room, and here
Mrs. Williamson spent many an hour
of the night in an effort to render the
Outcries of his son and heir inaudible
to her husband
But one time when Williamson junior
was cutting his first teeth his mother
had been up with him for three sue
cessive nights. Then Williamson made
a proposition that would have aston
ished his mother and sisters and the
maiden aunt.
Looking across the table at his wife's
pretty, tired face. the dark lines OF
WEAKNESS giving a new luster to her
eyes, he said, firmly: kitty. You look
worn out. Tonight you must get good
sleep. will look after the baby"
!, Mrs. Williamson gasped. why
Charlie, you won't sleep at all. The
time you usually go to sleep Is just his
hour for starting in
Il can stand it for one night said
Williamson. Then he added. with a
martyr-like air, 81 sleep so little any
way that might as well turn my
| wakefulness to some account"
The prospect of one night of undis-
turbed sleep was too tempting to be
resisted. Mrs. Williamson yielded with
ecstatic gratitude. She retired early
that evening, having first induced her
husband into the chief mysteries con-
| nected with the care of an infant.
r, 1t seemed to her that she had hardly
! fallen asleep when she was arouned by
| the vigorous lamentation of. her OFF
spring. Her first impulse was to go to
| her husbands assistance, but she hero
ically suppressed it. She would not
spoil his sacrifice. She fell asleep
again, heI. mind full of images of Will
! Hanson heating milk and walking the
fiocF and grooming lullabies under his
| breath to the red, wriggling piece OF
! humanity who seemed on such occa-
soins prey to the most bitter cyniclsm.
! Occasionally through the night she was
awakened by the baby's cries, but each
time she sunk asleep, with the delict-
Gus consciousness that Charlie was do
ing everything necessary. e. L Z. 81.
The sun was high next morning when
| Williamson bolted into his wife's room
Ewatch in hand. What time have You
Kitty? My watch seems to be off" Il -.
why. it's o'clock gasped Mrs.
Williamson You've oversleep." Then,
with commiserating tenderness. II sup
pose you were so worn out, poor boy,
that when he gave you a chance you
just sleep, regardless OF everything.
Williamson looked sheepish. ITO tell
the truth, never remember having had
a better Sleep he said. II was In "a
tranquil mood and the little fellow
seemed to feel it. He never made a
sound all night" 60 a2e@5s Il. 47ss
Charlie Williamson.'' shrieked his
wife. do you mean to say that you
never heard that poor child? Didn't
you even feed him?"
She was answered by Williamson's
guilty silence. Then, as she realized
the astonishing truth she gave herself
up to helpness laughter. .3.
The cure was twofold. Williamson
Junior was baby of discrimination,
and that long night in which his APP
peals had been ignored was enough to
teach him lesson. Williamson senior,
after this episode, found 1t enibarrass-
ing to say much about mis- insomnia,
Singular to say, his insomnia retallated
by leaving him to his own resources.
At last accounts Williamson was sleep
ing very much like other people. But
since the night he took care of the
baby Mrs. Williamson has never trus-
ted him with the care OF that prescious
| infant .--Chirapn Napq &kt#