The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1909-05-07

mustn't see me, but that doesn.
you are not to see baby. na.
have nurse take him in hi,
straight down the avenue ~
street. l don't think IT'S
half a mile. And she'll turn ~
street, and. wait for you in -.
OF course. it wouldn't do to hr,,a
to the house. Father would ~
snre to find 1t out. But this NJ,
quite safe. II you leave tho WI.
fifteen minutes from now 7 th,'a 1
will just about meet them"
A pause.
1T is a good plan, isn't it? 7 tho
you'd like to see him."
A pause.
Eyes. If fathers asleep Of . j
you can get away without his ~
1t. All right. In just fifteen m,0
And, mother, I'll let you know tha
thing in the morning what we ,ntol
do about staying here. Good-hv !"
The man at the extension slow,|
linquished the receiver and strai,|
ed up. A little frown wrinklod|
forehead. He took out his watcI
glanced at it and laid it on tho ]
Hhen he drew a quick breath.
i. So his son-in-law was the mai
the rival concern was counting on|
son-in-law. He moistened his drv|
This was a queer world.
And his wife was worried ahoutI
was she? The business had growI
big for him to handle alone. He
ed someone he could trust and
whom he could share the respoH
ity. did he?
He made a queer little clickingf
in his throat. It might have meal
credulity, it might have meant
tempt.
And yet what she had said wasl
true.
II am sorry l heard that" bel
tered. "What Is it about listeners
ing no good of themselves? Bd
glad l listened-I'm glad l list(
He looked at his hands. 'WhatI
matter with me?" he growled. II
a-tremble."
He arose and went to the d]
and carefully smoothed his hair.
he settled his black tie and brush
imaginary aeck of dust from his
When he turned from the dres1
picked up his watch, glanced
and thrust it into his pocket.
Then he went to the door AM
tiously opening it stood at the
old and listened.
Presently he heard his wife
the hall below. He knew her so4
fall. Then he heard the QUITE
cautiously open and close.
He waited a moment or two.
Then he carefully descended
stairs, walking lightly, and fou
hat and passed out looking VI
down the street very much as
feared detection.
He could see the figure Of h
hurrying along several blocks all
him, and he was quite sun
wouldn't recognize him, even
turned to see If she was fOll(
which wasn't likely.
Then she disappeared aroun|
corner of a cross street and th
quickened his pace.
When he reached the cornl
moved more slowly.
There was the baby carriage, q
smiling white capped nurse
over one side of it, and his wife
ing over the other.
They didn't hear his approa
had moved so quietly.
He stood watching the little
for a moment.
Whose baby is that?" he ask
ruptly.
His wife looked up with a
start. Her face suddenly fusheI
an unaccustomed CLINT shone
teary eyes.
'This is Miles baby-my
son." she answered, with gentlI
nifty.
LET Inc look at him." he sharl
dered.
His wife moved away a littl{
the white capped nurse stared 4
in some alarm.
He looked down at the cnllu.
"Hullo, Robert he said.
His wife gave a quick gasp.
The child stared up at him AM
denly smiled.
He stopped a little and gently !
ed the rounded cheek with his
tip.
Then he stepped back and 1
hold Of the buggy handle.
"Wh-where are you going, kol
stammered his wife.
He tried to frown, but the q
of his mouth would twitch.
I'm going to take my gr7
home to his mother" he said.
girl to show us the way.'-Pl
vania Grit. i
On Moving Day.