The enterprise-recorder. (Madison, Fla.) 1908-1933, 1908-11-05

had possessed an unusual eNSHNN~-
health and disposition. NO mater
how hitter the drafts roared through
the little rectory, Master Baby never
caught cold. Whooping.cough ana
measles. scarlet fever, even might
sweep the village; baby smiled on I'M
scathed.
Baby's character, also, was one OF
indomitable cheerfulness. In lll'ie
parish in northern New York there
NAV be other anxieties than the high
price of coal and beefsteak; but yes
tries. choirs and diocesan approprla,
lions fretted baby no more than ala
the coming Of lower tooth. lie CUR.
gled and crowed and "patty.caked'
and found life at one year old ue'
ligAtful thing. It was well lot 'ne
minister's girl.wife that he did.
A warm.hearted Kentuckian, Doris
found other things than the weather
cold in this Northern village Two
years before she had come here with
her husband, fifteen years her senior
with such high thoughts Of being help'
full TO his people. But the people
we're so difficult for her TO understand
these farmers who toIled so nara
these women who lived in their Kitten
ems and who obviously did not wish
her 10 drop in on them in the morn
ipgs. Only three OF four times in two
wears had Doris been invited out TO
meal. Much oftener than that had
she entertained the parishioners At
little suppers. where they sat silent
and critical, and would not touch her
MARYLAND biscuit. Somehow the
Thought of the Maryland biscuit ran
kled Two years Of disappointment
they had been for Doris, her girlish
impulsiyeness growing slowly chilled
Yet Doris was plucky. To the min
ister. serious. dull utterly unseltsh'
she seemed the blithest little wife in
the world. 1t was only to the BABY
she talked, and that only because he
could not understand.
They we're sitting, mother and baby,
by the uncurtained front window
looking down the snowy village street.
They were dressed for company. Both
dresses had come out Of the last mis-
sionary box. Doris wore a heavy
black silk, which had evidently be-
longed. in its previous existence. 10
some stout matron, for all Doris
skill could not alter it to a semblance
Of her slender figure; the gown stu
bulged and beloved hopelessly Baby
had the opposite trouble with his
frock. Doris could not resist the
dainty embroidery, and she had some
how squeezed the fat little body into
the sheer muslin, and baby had CUR
Eled so uproariously at the process
that he had burst out two buttonholes
at once.
II still lacked half an hour OF train.
time. Doris was talking TO the baby.
Her voice was rich and sweet, full OF
rising infections and slurred conso-
nants not eXpressible by print
do you.all know why you're so
dressed up. son? The bishop is COM
lug TO see you. He only comes once
in two years, you know, and you'll be
a big boy when he comes again. He's
a very great man, baby. He writes
books, and We sing his hymns
in church. He's known all over
the world. He's been entertain
ed by Queen Victoria, and now
he's going 10 be entertained by
us! o baby, I'm so afraid OF him
I'd like to run down cellar and hide.
Mothers a naughty girl, baby; seems
like she don't feel much like having
company, anyway
Doris rocked silently, gazing down
the wintry street looking south. TO-
ward Kentucky. The bishop is right
old, | reckon. / wonder if ne looks
like grandpa, baby. Baby, say grand
pa. Say it,
"Ga.ga.ga.ga!" replied the dutiful
son.
20 baby, wish grandpa could see
you. wish l could take you TO him
want him TO see you now. But Wen
never have money enough, never. II
would take fifty dollars; it s so far
away. It's spring there; they're
planting now. Oh, If l could only see
our place and all our folks. and pa
seems like could come back and not
be blue!" There came a gust Of tears
quickly mopped away on baby's petit
coats. Il mustn't get my eyes red
with company coming
The train wheezed and trembled
tugging along tAe up grade OF tn,
branch road. For thirty miles it an
peared TO stop at every cross-road. I,
stop long enough, too, for the train
men to get OF and clap their arms {,
fhnlr -hndias for warmth and hnllnu