The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1911-04-21

vial appeal to Miss Cynthia to use her
influence with the reluctant Bonnie.
"Why, boys like to whitewash, Mrs.
Dobbs," answered Miss Cynthia en-
couragIngly. How nice everything
looks, everywhere"
"Wer, it oughter, for Miss Seliny
I.ue come around and walked US all up
long fore five o'clock. I'm afraid to set
down. fer am so stiff that l mightn't
be able to git up again" answered
Mrs. Dobbs plaintively.
"Wen, l know Bonnie and Ethel
Maud are going to stay now and help
you get done so you can rest said
Miss Cynthia with significant glance
at the two deserters. who fell to on
the fence with will
BE sure and notice them new lace
curtains Mis- Jim Peters is a-putrlng
M in ne front windows" Mrs. 0Obos
ralIed AFTER her as she started down
the street. Miss Cynthia smiled and
nodded as she looked over with inter-
est at a slender figure poised on
chair by the window in the little cot
tage opposite the grocery. Mrs Jim
Peters waved her hand in greeting
and Miss Cynthia caught a glimpse
of the precious little cradle through
the open door.
The front regions of the grocery
were deserted and presented their
usual unitarian appearance, except
that huge bunches of fragrant sweet
fern were set around In different
homely receptacles and arranged with
a decidedly artistic effect.
Miss Cynthia's eyes roamed delight.
eddy over the cool, dark interior, but
in a second were focused on scene
in the back of the store
On the floor, collar faring, sleeves
rolled to his shoulders and grit by an
ample bingham apron, knelt Mr.. Alan
with large tub full of squirming ba-
bies before him, and with praisewor-
thy despatch he was polishing off the
head of Carrots Of the flaming hair.
The brother of Carrots wiggled and
splashed and seemed intent on deep
sea dive.
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Carrots and keep you up too. Sit
tight moment, can't you, old slip
pery?" The voice had a slightly anx-
ious note.
Lands alive, Mr.. Alan, you hadn't
oughter soaped them both to onct!"
said Miss Selma Lue's voice from the
lean-to. Just hold 'em still until l
button Blossoms neck and put Glenn
ME on the floor and I'll come. A soapy
baby amt thing to take risks with,
can tell you"
Gould l help?" Miss Cynthia's
voice was sweetly solicitous, but it
acted on the be-aproned scrubber in
the manner expected Of a two-pound
bomb. He sat back on the floor so
suddenly that Carrots slipped danger
ously and the other Flarity almost &C.
complished his plunge. A man on his
knees before a deep tub of water with
sOdpy baby in each hand is at a dis
advantage in the way of greetings to
a lady who has walked right o.'t of
dream, and not a word % the
troubled surface of Mr.. AL, > mind.
Miss Cynthie, honey, grab ne of
them children, quick" Miss Selma
Lue called. MIR. Alan hain't had the
experience to manage two, and if they
slip there will be a mighty ruckus
with both of them in the crying way"
In a moment Miss Cynthia was on
her knees by the tub, had rescued the
~
him firmly under his arms with both
hands. Not for worlds would she
have attempted to go on with the
rites of the BATH holding up was
fraught with anxiety enough for her
nerves. Across the dripping, bobbing
heads her eyes met the artists, and
there ensued few moments of silent,
GREATNESS mirth that well-nigh inca
pacitated them both and threatened
disaster to the bathers
ooh, Miss Selma Lue, come get
him quick-I am going to let him slip
In minute!" she gasped. Look
out, Carrots is turning over, Mr.. Kent!
DO hold him right side up!"
There now" said Miss Selma Lue
as she swept both babies into the
curve Of one arm and seized the wash
rag out of Mr.. Alan's neryeless hand.
y can polish 'em off in no time Please
pick Blossom and Clemmie often the
floor and put 'em In the boxes. |
want EN- to stay clean fer the party.
Amt they too sweet all dressed up?
And, MIR. Alan, wish you would dry
Miss Cynthie's hands on your apron
before they drip on her dress. Theys
heap to do, for it's about to turn
twelve o'clock now, and I want things
to be beforehanded."
There are some situations In life
that are marked by a charm that par
takes decidedly of terror, and as Mr.
Kent received five slender, white, drip.
ping fingers In his own and proceeded
to enVelop them In a fold Of the ging.
ham garment pendent about his waist
he was possessed by a wild desire to
bolt through the back door. but he
realized at the same moment that
nothing so beautiful had ever han