Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1913-09-25
With a rare inspiration. "Baby. kiss

Win a rare inspiration, Baby, kiss
papa-come, now"
h pushed the infant almost into
Brocks face. He did not observe that
1t was u beautiful child and that it
had Il look of terror in its eyes. He
Only knew that he was glaring wildly
at the lI"ndiSh nurse. the truth slowly
heating its way into his be-addled
brain For a full minute he stared as
II l"tiliied. Then. administering a
slrki.y erin. he sought to bring his wits
up I" In, requirements Of the extra
Grdllf; situation. He lifted his hand
ami n''',ubled: 'Come. Raggles. 1
haven't y biscuit. but here. have a roll,
40 Give me IA kiss" He added the
last iii most heroic surrender
The nurse and the maid stared hard
at him. The baby turned in alright
TO ciing closely to the neck of the for
mer
Good Lord. sir" whispered the
nurse. With II nervous glance about
her. this ain't ItaggIes. sir This is
a baby"
no YOU think I'm blind. madamt"
WHISPERED be s~avageIy Il can see it's
a baby. hnr ! didn't know there WAS
to be one Its father didn't mention it
to mo"
ITS Il wise father that knows his
wv child" said the nurse. with prompt
sarcasm
II think they should have prepared
me for this. growled he. is it sup
posed to be mine: DoeS-does Mrs.
Medcroft know about it,"
You mean about the baby. sir? OF
course she does It's hers. Please
don't look so odd. sir. My word. sir.
| didn't know you didn't know it, sir!
| wasn't told. was l. O'Brien? There.
sir, you see. Mrs. Medcroft said ! was
to bring Tootles in to you. sir. She
said
"Toot]es?" murmured Brock. foot
les and Raggles. | dare say there's a
distinction without much Of a differ
ence. Are you Burton?'
Yes, Mr.. Medcroft. The nurse.
Won't you take baby for a minute. sir:
Just to get acquainted and for appear
ance's sake" She whispered the we'll
meant %entreaty. Brock. now we'll into
the spirit Of the situation. obligingly
extended his arms. The baby set up
a lusty howl of aversion.
For Gods sake. take him back to his
mother!!" groaned Brock hastily. He
doesn't like strangers! Take him
away"
"It isn't a he, sir" whispered the
maid as the nurse prepared to beat a
hasty retreat with the Medcroft off
spring. "It's a her. sir"
Brooks face was a study in %perplex-
ity as they hurried from the car.
"By GEORGE he muttered. What
next?"
That which did come next was even
more amazing than the unexpected ad-
ven Of Tootles. He barely had recov-
cred his equanimity-with his coffee
when a young lady entered the car.
That of itself was not much to speak
of, but what followed was something
Ludl uOC SRGu LIZ COulu lave OICdlueu
Of if he had been given the chance. He
afterward recalled in some distress Of
mind that his second quick glance at
the newcomer developed into little less
than a rude stare Of admiration. Small
wonder. let it be advanced in his de-
Tense.
She was as%toundingly fair to look
overwhelmingly, it might be said, with
some support to the adjective. More
over, she was looking directly into his
eyes from her unstable position near
the door. What was more, a shy, even
mischievous, smile crept into her face
as her glance caught his. Never had
he seen a more exquisite face than
hers. Never had he looked upon a
more perfect picture Of grace and love-
illness and-aye-smartness. She was
smiling with unmistakable friendlinesS
and recognition, and yet he could have
sworn he had not seen her before in his